MILBURN, griffin clark

[Griffin Milburn]

MILBURN, griffin
DEMIGOD
1st Year at Camp
Age: 16
Son of Demeter
Alliance: Neutral

Appearance:

Eye(s): Extremely normal looking eyes. They are almost the same color as his hair except slightly darker. Girls tend to say they look like teddy bear eyes.
Hair: Very slight waves of chocolate brown, he usually keeps it rather short but sometimes he forgets to get it cut. Likes to keep it neat.
Height: Definitely on the short side, at about 5' 6"
Build Type: He's a bit scrawny, though you'd be surprised at his strength.

Brief Description:

FACIAL FEATURES

His face is round for the most part. His nose is straight, except in the nostrils area it becomes a little wide. Cheekbones are a little high, eyebrows flat and a little thick. His mouth is rather small, and his lips are a natural cherry blossom pink. He's always being called "cute" or "adorable", with the face of a kid, but never "handsome" and definitely not "hot".

CLOTHING STYLE
In terms of clothes, Milburn is pretty laid back. In the summer he will usually dress in rolled up jeans or khakis and a plain shirt. He enjoys the finer things so it's not uncommon that he will dress up a little and look nice. In the winter its usually just a sweater, a plain shirt, a scarf, and jeans/khakis



Background:

Mortal Parent(s): Julius Milburn
Other Family: None.
Pets: None
Brief History:

Griffin's dad, for all his talent with plants and flower arrangement, has his flaws. He pines for women. That tends to happen when you witness couples joined in holy matrimony every day. His father is a male wedding planner. They do exist. Griffin has always had a sneaking feeling that his father really enjoys his satirical, oxymoronic existence.

Anyway, you can imagine what meeting Demeter was like for Griffin's dad. How many people dream of meeting their special someone at a wedding? That magical fantasy has always rung true for most women (and Griffin's dad). It played out exactly like you would imagine. They met by the punch bowl and danced all night. To top it all off, Demeter caught the bride’s bouquet (a little cheek on her part). It was chemistry at its most scripted, straight out of a romantic comedy film. The ending was more like Cinderella, though. Demeter left after that night, and nine months later Griffin appeared on his dad’s doorstep.

Griffin Milburn lived in Nantes, France all of his life with his father, Julius Milburn, who worked full time. They lived in a small apartment in the middle of the city, until Griffin turned ten. A few months after his tenth birthday his father married an extremely nice woman, they moved to a rural area right outside the city, and from then on they were supposed to live a pretty normal, if better than normal, life.

School was hard for him. He was never great at it, but he pushed to do well and he did after a lot of hard work. Adults in general absolutely adored him so he had no problem with extracurricular activities. To keep him distracted he took up running though he was never great at it. He played the cello in the school orchestra and though it was a slow process that included practicing for hours every day he became quite good at it. It was all going well for him, really. It was still obvious that he wasn't quite right, when he got "emotionally compromised" as he liked to call it, weird things started happening, mostly having to do with mutant plants.

One day after an especially strange incident including a giant dog trying to kill his son, Julius got a letter telling him to send his son to America, where he was to attend a camp. Knowing it was the only place he could possibly be safe, he put him on a plane the next day. The years went by and he stayed at camp year round, coming back to France once in a while to visit his family.


Personality:

Likes:

• Cereal
  
• Sunny Days
  
• Fields of wheat.
  
• The Weather Channel
  
• Simple things.
  

Dislikes:

• Complicated people.
  
• Snow
  
• Jared from Subway
  
• Iced Tea
  
• Bacon
  

Skills:

• A smooth talker - You can be sure Griffin will never lie to you, but he doesn’t like it when the truth gets hard to handle. He's surprisingly good at manipulating words for a person who doesn't talk much, so unless you listen to him carefully you'll have quite the time having a conversation with him.
  
• Contemplative and Self Disciplined - Griffin isn't naturally smart like the Athenian kids, but as demigods go, he's smart. Most of the time he is deep in thought, when he’s not talking to anyone. When presented with situations he thinks it over thoroughly, and despite his dyslexia he can be found reading in the majority of his free time. For most of his time in school, he has strived for perfection and to do well, though academics never came easy for him.
  
• Simplicity is everything - I'm not sure if you can call this a skill, but he hates it when things get too complicated. If there is a simpler way to do it, he'll be the one to find it. He doesn't like to complicate things and is pretty straight-up, and overall down to earth (if you'll excuse the pun).
  
• Happy-go-lucky - Griffin is very laid back. He loves the finer things in life, and he takes life’s punches and just rolls with it. Taking things at his own pace, he laughs a lot, and rarely ever gets upset or temperamental. Griffin is usually the go to for problems, especially girls.
  
• Plants, of course - Being of son of Demeter he has an affinity to plants. Planting them, growing them, picking them, mowing them, you name it.
  

Weaknesses:

• The quiet kid - It seems like he'll only say a few words every day, but that's if you've never been to a party with him. To people who don't know him he can be a little deterring, because he's not the "friendly to new people" type of person.
  
• Tenacious - He will stick with his views until the end of the world. Even when he knows something his wrong he'll still try and argue for it.
  
• Reserved - He doesn't trust people easily. It takes a really long time to have a good solid relationship with the kid, and even then its hard to tell what he could be thinking.
  
• Not exactly firmly planted - Griffin isn't one to stand up for himself. He doesn't like fighting, he doesn't like arguing. He takes punches and just absorbs them like a fluffy pillow. His friends don't like the way he does that, but that's just him. It makes it easy for people to pick on him and he won't do anything about it.
  
• Short and French - Yes, it may seem weird but he gets picked on constantly about it. He's pretty short for a guy his age and guys never take him seriously because of it, and neither do girls.
  

Passions:

• Plants, obviously.
  
• "A tramp, a gentleman, a poet, a dreamer, a lonely fellow, always hopeful of romance and adventure." - Enjoying life.
  There may be many things Griffin has to put up with, but that doesn't keep him from thinking about what he wants to do and how he wants to act. He's not the strongest, he's not the weakest. He's not the coolest, he's not the dorkiest. Griffin doesn't have some special connection with nature or is he insanely smart. All he wants to be able to do is get out of school and do all the things he wants to do. There are so many things people tell him are impossible and yet he still wants to try. Besides, where would we be without dreams?
  

Fears:

• Enclosed spaces
  
• Depression
  

Hobbies:

• Farming
  
• Walking
  

Fighting Specialty: Doesn't have any.

Describe the extent of your powers/abilities: He can boost the growth of plants but it drains his energy greatly so he doesn't do it much.

Fatal Flaw: Hypocrisy

Theme Song: A Moorside Suite 'Scherzo'
Instrumental

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The Puppeteer:
Name/ Alias: jane
Age: 15
How long have you been role playing?: 2 years
Rate Your RPing 1-5 Stars according to our Star Rule (1 = beginner. 5= most advanced): eh... 3?
How did you find us?: Ad.

Role Playing Sample:

Zune headphones in, music turned up blaring Katy Perry(Travis' secret music love), was how Travis was spending his lazy Thursday of camp in his cabin. He knew that he'd actually have to get up soon, but for now there was nothing keeping him from resting to the sound of "Teenage Dream" while his brothers and sisters wrestled to claim the last open bunk or the newbies who were just trying to find a spot on the floor to lay their bedrolls and small amounts of belongings. He was counselor, yes, but he had seen enough newbies over the course of the Summer holidays and past years since he and Connor had become co-counselors of the Hermes Cabin. He just liked having some time to hang out with old friends or to just get away by himself.

Frankly, he hadn't been nearly sociable enough to want to be alone anymore, but he knew that he wanted to see his old friends again. Luke, and Jake, and Moli, and Chris. All of them he kinda missed, and he missed Connor who he hadn't been very brotherly to lately at all. He wanted to make it up to them, to be a good friend and brother to again. He missed them, and he wasn't afraid to say it. He wondered what they were up to and what they had been doing lately. He wondered if he should go and find them. . .

He'd been pretty anti-social ever since the breakup with Laura, which he hadn't been regretting at all. He was in the market still, yep. He wanted a new girlfriend. Someone he could talk to about anything and everything, someone who he could make smile and be sweet to. Something he couldn't be to just anyone. . . it was too unlike him. Only the one he loved could he show that kind of affection to. He wondered if he could find someone else to be like that with, it was likely, he had options of course. He was just kinda iffy on what to do about his situation.

All that went through his head other than Katy Perry's catchy lyrics was 'Gotta love love.' The irony kinda made him laugh. And laughing made him get up off the bunk and stretch. He paced around the cabin, talking to his brothers and sisters and the newbies, being his counselor-self. It distracted him, made him feel a bit better about himself. And with that he decided he needed some air.

The air was cold outside this close to New Years and he could feel it through his orange hoodie. It chilled him just enough to be bearable, but not enough to make him want to go back inside. He went around to the side of the cabin and leaned against the wall, slipping down to a sitting position with his hands on his knees, music still playing except now it was Guns n' Roses with "November Rain" to make him feel even more lonely. . . he needed to see someone he knew, someone he could catch up with. . . He really just wanted to smile, be happy, and he wanted someone to feel closer to than anyone else. . . He knew that person was at the camp somewhere, he didn't know where to look, who to look for, or any signs of where that person was. He just knew she was here.

For now, he was content with hoping an old friend would come by.

[Levi Faollan]

looks good, welcome to CHB!