Name: Fox Cooper
Age: 16
Eyes: Dark hazel, sometimes green.
Hair: medium in length, golden brown, and layered.
Height: 5' 5"
Body Type: lean, with a smalle frame.
Skin Color: a little tanned
Clothes: Usually wears skinny jeans with an over sized shirt.
Titan Parent: Leto
Mortal Parent: Dalton Cooper [x]
Country of Origin: USA and England
Pets: A little brown mouse named Xio.
Talents: Daydreaming, acting, mixed martial arts, sports in general, snowboarding especially.
Skills: Sneaking around and becoming unnoticed.
Weapon: Her feet and fists. ^^
Flaws: VERY judgmental, a hypocrite, and contradictory.
Powers: Becoming invisible and unnoticed.
Personality: Despite her girly appearance, Fox has a rather boyish attitude. She is a very understanding person. She is curious as well and mischievous by nature, and rather open about her opinions. She is known to be very sarcastic on occasion, but is pretty serious mixture of all attitudes.
Life Before CHT:
Fox grew up in an orphanage in San Francisco not knowing who either of her parents were. She always had a habit of talking back to her superiors, and it eventually got her kicked out when she was fourteen. She spent 8 months alone on the streets, learning how to fend for herself and practicing martial arts as well as stealing and vandalizing mortal's property. Eventually the monsters found her, and her street fighting skills managed to keep her alive. After a year of living on the streets barely surviving, she came across Camp Half-Titan and met a demi-titan there who told her all about it.
RP Example:
Fox dove through the window, landing on her feet with barely a sound, she was thankful for the fact that it was morning and the children of Hephaestus weren't in right now, for what ever reason. The Hephaestus Cabin was the place to go for any thing shiny and valuable, which you could easily use to make a quick buck. She was dressed in all black, and too get in the mood of burglary she had drawn black streaks on her cheek with a marker, with a backpack on her back, she was ready to steal just about everything of value from these campers. Why? Because she was bored and it was her natural instinct to steal junk when she wanted too or needed too. It was in her genes, that and vandalizing property, which was why she was holding a can of spray paint, that had been confiscated from some unlucky camper, and then liberated by her.
Shaking the can of pink spray paint, she moved like a shadow among the bunks, searching packs, cupboards and just about anything she could find. Finally she found one piece of something she could sell for a whole lot of money. A ring. Of course it was supposed to have been forged from bronze and may have been a weapon of some sort, but she didn't care, those silly mortals would buy it. She put that away in her pockets before she continued her adventure through these demigods junk. Though she was surprised at how little expensive stuff there was. Their were a necklace or two, and if she was lucky a bejeweled bracelet, but that was it. With frown she looked at her bottle of spray paint. Well, she could have some fun with this.
She pressed the tip of the nozzle spraying a pink stream of liquid that stained the walls of the cabin. And in no time at all, she had drawn a bright smiley face with it's tongue lolled out between two bunks. Getting down on his hands and knees he produced a purple can of paint, and quickly splattered the word 'EFFECTS' in big bubble letters on the ground, embroidered with a bright almost golden yellow. Now she was thinking about framing somebody else for this crime, it would be easy all she would have to do was stick the cans of spray paint into some unfortunate campers stuff.
Now she realized how stupid her plan had been, and how close she could be to being caught. As quick as a flash she was out the door, attempting to be quick and disappear without a trace, and dispatch the evidence of her crime somewhere so inconspicuous that no one would ever find it, and if they did, it would never be pinned on her. Unless someone at camp was some kind of ace detective or something like that, which wasn't ever believable. Trying to look as innocent as possible, she crept toward his cabin, staying in the shadows and trying his best not to be seen, and praying that her invisibility powers would work so that she wouldn't be caught.