Name: Nathaniel Phillips
Age: 16
Age Claimed: 12
Godly Parent/Titan Parents: Apollo
Mortal Parent/Guardian: Julia Phillips (Mother, Deceased)
Appearance: 5'10 feet, tan skin, brown hair, light blue eyes, skinny athletic constitution. Half-Blood Camp Shirt and Black Jeans.
Personality: Outgoing, smart and sarcastic.
Hobbies: War games
Weapon(s): Celestial Bronze Bastard Sword, compact into a little sword keychain.
Powers(s): Vitakinesis(healing) Audiokinesis(sound and silence manipulation) Swordman(not good with bows, uncommun for a son of Apollo).
Fatal Flaw: He believes strongly in honor, he would never hurt something that can't defend itself.
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Nathan was walking outside the camp when he heard someone screaming, he quickle made his way through the forest, just to find his brother trying to kill each other. He was never in good terms with his brothers, in his opinion, Cam ,despite being a cool nice guy sometimes, usually thinks he is better than the others. And Raf... The guy was unbeareble, with a short temperament and arrogant as Tartarus. It seems like pride was a huge problem in the Apollo's cabin...
He couldn't just ignore it, so he decided to interfere in their fight. Nathan put his finger in his mouth, and then...he whistled.
It wasn't just a whistle, it was a hability some apollo's children possess,Audiokinesis, the power to manipulate the sound. The sound was absurd, concetrate it in his brothers direction, that way he could avoid the rest of the Camp of listening to it.
'I think this is enough' he thougt while dissipating the eco in the woods. "Do you guys really pretend to kill each other?"he said" and then what? Receive a hero's welcome from the camp? Thats what u think is gonna happen?" He said.