Slick black hair. Light brown skin tone. Native American, with brown eyes. Looks Calm, always has his emotions under control. Not a lot can be gleamed from his blank facial expression. Runner build.
Easy going, but is very mischievous. He loves chaos, and any fighting done between close friends or family. Revels in battle and carnage of monsters slain. He laughs at any joke, no matter how terrible. He's loyal to all friends, but loves playing jokes.
15 years ago, Eris paid a visit to Syracuse, New York. During her visit to a coffee shop in the city she noticed a man stealing from a woman. Amused she shadowed the man. The man had stolen a ring from a womans purse, and then planted it in the pocket of a woman he despised, afterwards he told the woman he stole the ring from, that he saw someone stealing from her purse. It made Eris' day when the women confronted one another. The man whose name was Brian Lawson, started laughing mischievously. Eris instantly was intrigued. This man had birthed chaos merely because the woman didn't say thank you when he held the door open for her. She approached the man and told Brian that she saw everything. Brian, thinking that she was a cop, instantly denied it all with a charming grin. Eris began to laugh. Brian had never heard a laugh as beautiful as hers. Now that he paid more attention, he could see that the woman was more beautiful than anyone he'd ever laid eyes on. When he asked for a name Eris paused. She thought about giving a false name. Instead she gave her true identity. This amazed Brian, not only because she was a figure of legend and myth, but because she deemed him important enough to speak first. Usually Brian isn't a gullable guy. He uses wit, charm, and intuity throughout any situation. He usually would never have even given a claim like this a secend thought, but her aura. Her demeanor, the way she carried herself. These attributes yelled at Brian. They screamed his name, making sure that he knew he was in the presence of a godly being.
8 months after that Eris appeared on his doorstep with a bundle of blankets in her arm. Brian confused asked what the bundle was, and was surprised to realize that the bundle was indeed a baby, his baby. Eris had spent a month with Brian, making him fall in love. Disappeared for 7 months and comes back with a baby. Brian was conflicted with emotions. Feelings of anger, joy, and downright saddness. Eris explained that the baby boy would be sent to camp at age 13, but if 3 monster attacks were to happen before then, that he would be sent to Camp Half-Blood immiediently. She acted rushed, and explained all of it quickly. She kept looking over her shoulder as if she were being followed or watched. She had a nervous tick to her. As if she were scared. Eris sighed, "The king of the gods isn't happy with what I am about to do. See I need a way for you to be protected if an attack occured." "Wait! What are you talking about?" growled Brian. "I know you're a goddess, I know the monsters of the old stories are real, but you're saying that my life and that of my son's is in danger all because of you? Not only that but you can't even help to your full potential?" Eris grimiced, "That is exatly what I am saying. Zeus doesn't let the gods interfere with the lives of their children. The only thing I can do is give him gifts, and messages through dreams". Brian took the baby boy named Damon out of Eris' arms. "He'll be more than capable of handling himself." Eris said. "My presents are these." She pulled out a silver neckalace and a bronze sword. This neckalace had her symbol of the golden apple and the sword was deadly sharp and seemed to sing of carnage. "When the time comes give him these. The sword is self-explanatory, but the pendant is an embodiment of my love, keep it on him at all times. Bye Brian I love you and always will. You and Damon are more than worthy of being my child and lover." Brian started, "Wait...", but she was gone. He looked down at the peacefully sleeping baby and whispered, "When the time comes you'll make your mother proud. I am already the proudest father there could be".
Brian raised his son througout the years, to always calculate every problem from every angle. Damon now 14 was a fairly smart, but trouble making young boy. He constantly got kicked out of schools. Not only this, but seemed to make any environment he was in more chaotic than it naturally would be. He was diagnosed with dyslexia, and ADD. He stayed around a close group of friends around his age in his neighborhood. Thanks to them he picked up on all types of useful skills, such as making dust bombs and creating traps out of wires and sharp metals that could seriously harm people (or monsters). Brian knew that he would need a way to keep Damon safe. Eris explained a couple years ago when Damon was 10, that if his demigod scent could be masked by a mortal that monsters would ignore, or be unable to sense him. Brian's brother was as mortal as anyone could be. This stopped the monsters from smellling Damon's demigod aura.
His first monster attack happened when he arrived home from school one day. He walked in the house and announced, "Father I'm home." No answer. This wasn't unusual. His father worked many hours as a journalits and he hardly ever was home, but this was different. There was a nasty stench in the house, he started calculations of what could possibly be wrong. Things didn't add up, so he ran up stairs. "Dad! Dad!" Damon yelled. No response. Damon almost dropped his guard, except something didn't feel right. If his dad wasn't home his uncle should be. The house wouldnt be empty. As Damon walked toward the room, the feeling of danger kept getting stronger. Right as he reached out, a memory surfaced from a couple months ago. His dad had explained to him that if he ever felt danger to one, go to the basement and serch for a bronze sword. Two, to grab the pendent on the necklace and yank it off. He heard shifting in the room. Something was moving in the room that was a lot heavier than Brian. It sounded like it was coming towards the door. Every instinct screamed at Damon to run to the basement! Damon listened to his instincts and took off, down the steps and towards the basement door. As he turned the knob, he glanced behind him to see a massive dog. He dodged into the basement locking it behind him. He ran down the steps thinking "That's not going to hold it for long. I need to get the sword and get out." As He ran into the basement he saw the sword laying on a deathly black scabbard on top of the table. He grabbed the sword and scabbard and ran out the back basement door, as the front door holding the dog back came down.
The dog growled in a deadly fashion. Out of nowhere a voice appeared in Damon's head, "Come on Damon, let's not make this harder than it has to be." Damon a little confused, turned and caught a good look at the monster. 6ft easy, bulging muscles with matted hair. It had a mouth full of fangs larger than Damon's hands. The smell that came from the dog, was what Damon first smelled walking into the house. Damon runs at the monster, pulling the silver apple off of the necklace. In his hand instead of there being an apple, is a silver shield that has an image of Eris in her winged form holding two knives. The dog throws itself at Damon. Damon let his instincts take over, he rolls under the monster bringing the blunt end of his shield into the stomach of the dog. The dog hits the ground hard. Damon closed the distance between him and the dog in a bounding run. Damon feels the rush of adrenaline as his battle instincts completely take over. The dog shakes off the attack, leaps back on it's feet and lunges at Damon with all it's might. Damon who was about to block the strike, makes a split-second decision to dodge it instead. Damon feels the rush of air as the dog sails harmlessly over his head. Damon ducks under the blow. He dashes in as the dog landed and delivers two quick slashes to the right knee and calf of the monster. The monster did a back kick. Damon telegraphing the dog's moves, raises his shield. The shield makes shattering contact with the the hind legs of the dog. Damon takes the shield and pushes upwards with all his might in an attempt to off balance the monster. He delivers two quick stabs to the ribcage, then leaps backwards out of danger. The dog now favoring the left side, lets out a howl. Damon could imagine it saying "I will destroy you son of strife". Damon not wasting time replying dashes in once more, believing that he would be able to dodge the next strike and deliver a couple more blows. The dog isn't as stupid as it looks. This time it bides it's time and feints a bite, then at the last second twists his body in a upward strike catching Damon's shield shoulder. Damon now in pain lets off a grimace as he stands. The dog made as if to lunge at Damon again, but a white raven flies down and slashes the face of the dog with it's talons. It staggers backwards as Damon rushes forward. "Let's see how it deals with a feint of my own." He feints a thrust. As the dog reacts he brings the sharp bottom edge of the shield into the gut of the monster, killing it. As the Dog dies, Damon looks up to see the majestic white raven watching him intently.
His dad pulled out of the driveway in a broken down honda. "Get your ass in the car now!" Damon didn't need to be told twice. As he jumped in the car his dad slammed the gas. "I'm taking you to that camp we talked about". Brian grimaced. Damon looked at his father closely and saw that he was wounded on the side. Blood seeped through his white linen shirt. Damon didn't waste time asking what was wrong, he didn't waste time confirming that the camp was indeed Camp Half-Blood. He leaned straight into the back of the car to grab the med kit. He began to administer the bandages, when his father stopped him. "No the hellhound injured me bad. Your uncle was ignored, I sent him off. It tricked me by luring me in close. I only just got out the window when you came in. I was going to warn you but I knew you would realize it was a trap". Damon got serious, "I don't care what happened, all I care about now is making sure you don't bleed out. You're getting precariously close". As he talked he worked, soothing his fathers nerves. He stopped the bleeding just as they arrived.
Damon got out of the car nervously and still in a little pain. As he walked up to the camp, a couple women on snake legs slithered up to him. Damon's heart began racing, "Again? It's too soon." two campers came down in bright orange Camp Half-Blood t-shirts lead by a white raven. One had bow and arrows and the other had one sword with no shield. As they neared the top of the hill the one with the arrows shot down two of the snake women. The other charged down the remaining 3 snake women. Their attention now divided. Damon lunged and stabbed the closest one. She crumbled to dust. The second one swung her spear, but right before it was to make contact with the shield Damon had raised, she crumbled to dust with the third sister. Slain by the charging camper. Damon collapsed, but right before his eyes closed he saw the white raven descending protectively over him. As the campers approach they see the symbol of Eris glowing above his head.
He awoke to someone feeding him, what looked liked banana pudding. It was a girl around 15. Her eyes focused when Damon awoke. She muttered something about dracnae. Damon however wasn't listening. He was focused on the white raven that sat at the bottom of the bed. The girl followed his eyes and smirked, "He hasn't moved from your presence sense you were carried in. Gave our border patrol quite a problem when they first tried to move you. We had to explain that we were trying to help you." Damon remembered now seeing the bird twice. He glanced sideways at the girl, "Is this normal, for your birds to behave like that?" She replied with a serious expression, "To be honest, that's not ours. To answer your question, no. No it's not but it isn't unheard of to have an animal of your godly parent's symbol to follow a camper." Damon sighed, "Eris goddess of chaos and strife. Figures she'd send nothing but a bird to look out for me." The bird ruffled his feathers in a insulted kind of way, "Now hold up there young buck. Blaughden can hear you, you know. He should receive more gratitude from your sorry hide. It was he, who told you when that Hellhound was chasing you to stop running and fight. To be precise he said "Let's not make this harder than what it has to be". Damon started, "That was you?" The bird shook his head at how dumb humans could be. "Yes, that was Blaughden. To answer your next question, no. He can only be heard by you, or someone with the skill to speak telepathically." Damon laughed, "So why didn't you help during any of my near death situations?" The bird flapped twice never leaving the bed, and replied in a hurt tone, "Blaghden actually helped your father. He also saw how that hellhound was going to attack, and telegraphed it's moves. The last way he helped was by alerting the border patrol to your arrival. So Blaghden saved you many times today. "Well thanks I appreciate it. In that case your the bravest, wisest, most majestic bird I have ever heard of." The bird brightened at the compliments. Instantly Damon knew that the bird was subject to flattery. Damon studied the bird, "So Blaghden is your name?" The bird nods.
Damon grins at the thought. As he tries to get up he lets out a cry of pain and almost blacks out. The girl lets out a curse, "Boy lay back down you aren't healed yet. I would be a terrible medic if you injured yourself more in my care." Damon smirks, "Fine, then I'll try to lie still. However, I have one question." She rolls her eyes, "I'll answer it if, and only if you promise to go to sleep and rest." Damon agrees. "Ask away then." Damon developed a serious look on his face, "What happened to my sword and shield." "In the armory" She replies as if it's obvious. Damon falls asleep.
When he next awoke the girl is gone, and so is the raven. He thinks it must all be a dream, but as he was about to get off the bed, Blaghden flies into the room with a silver necklace and sword in tow. He drops the items in Damon's lap before saying, "Blaghden has returned. He has been busy all morning waiting for the young buck to wake up." Damon looks at him, "Why do you refer to yourself in third person?" The bird ruffles his feathers as if agitated, "Blaghden learned to speak this way. The mistress taught Blaghden to speak to her children through the thoughts." Damon sighed, "Well I'm glad that you are with me." Blaghden brightened, "The young buck is most gracious to Blaghden." Damon smirked, "Why do you keep calling me young buck?" "It is because you are young and inexperienced. In time I will come to call you whatever you wish." Damon laughed, "So all I have to do is prove myself to you?" If birds could grin then that was exactly what Blaghden was doing, grinning. "Yes and if your past performances are anything to judge by, you will be a young buck forever."
Damon hopped off the bed. He slides the pendant onto his neck, and strapped the sword to his hip. As he looked around he noticed the room was bare. Damon glances at Blaghden, "you and I both have a lot of work to do. Let's go see if we can find a place to train." Blaghden flew to Damon's shoulder and vowed, "Alright young buck, you strive to improve as Blaghden will." Damon glanced at the bird, "Fine Ill take you up on that offer. We'll work together as a group more cohesively than Achilles and his sword arm." Blaghden locked eyes with Damon, "That we will." Let's go then.
- Children of Eris have the ability to focus an intense beam of chaotic energy which will burn any organic matter it touches. Any inorganic matter it touches begins to slightly break, warp and disintegrate.
- Since Eris could be considered a war goddess, her children can decrease an opponent’s strength and combat abilities for a short time, leaving them vulnerable to attack.
- Children of Eris have the ability to create a field of chaotic energy around them for a short time, which stuns anyone who steps inside of it and deflects attacks.
- Children of Eris can become resistant to all types of physical attacks for a short time.
- Children of Eris are innately stronger in times of battle or any other kind of chaos.
- Children of Eris emit an aura of chaos and discord, making people around them more likely to misbehave and start fights. They can shut it off for a long time if they wish.
- Children of Eris have the ability to force a state of confusion upon another person for a limited time, allowing the child of Eris to attack or flee freely.
- Children of Eris can create a short lived “storm of strife” which causes everything within it to change, warp, or break. The effects are random, but typically powerful and can stretch over a wide area depending upon the amount of energy put into it, the larger the field, the more energy it drains.
- Children of Eris have the ability to cause a group of people or animals to become irrational and fight amongst themselves for no reason for a short time. Which can give the user a chance to attack or flee.
- Since their mother was depicted as a winged goddess, children of Eris can sprout wings for a short time, this enables them to fly; the longer they maintain this state, the more energy it drains. They must rest between flights and cannot make long distance traveling without resting often. However the wings are vulnerable to injuries and magic; they can also be customized to the user’s preference.
3 Months After Character is Made
- Children of Eris can create a small explosion of chaotic energy at a range of about 12 meters, but the blast radius is only about 5 meters and it takes a few seconds to explode, during which the point of the explosion sparks and pops.
6 Months After Character is Made
- Children of Eris can use their powers over chaos to affect reality in an illogical way. For example, they can splash water on an opponent and cause severe burns and get hit with a hammer and it will just tickle. Only one aspect of reality can be thrown into chaos at a time and it will only be in effect for a short time. Afterwards, the user will be substantially drained. The power cannot be used so that it would cause severe damage, such as breathing or blinking would cause their brains to explode.
9 Months After Character is Made
- Children of Eris can draw power from all the chaotic actions and desires they’ve seen, felt, or committed in their lives and become an embodiment of chaos. This would make them more powerful, making them immune to all attacks, enhancing their physical prowess and power over chaos they previously possessed. This only lasts for a short time, after which the user will be so exhausted they’d lack the ability to even move for some time and could even faint.
- Children of Eris are often quick to cause arguments, misbehave and fights between others.
- Children of Eris are normally competitive and enjoy stirring up feelings of rivalry.
- Children of Eris sometimes have in interest in war and combat, especially the strife and bloodshed.
|Brian Lawson||Father||Deep connection, cares deeply for him. If anything was to happen Damon would be ready to give everything for him.|