Arath Viggo

Cailia Pratt, Kair Pratt, Vali Pratt, Aiden Pratt, Rai Pratt, and Laike Pratt (cousins)

## Biographical Information

### Place of Birth

Europe, United Kingdom, England, Enchanted Vale

## Appearance

Black hair with some blue dyed bits. He keeps it short and wild. Light blue or silvery-gray eyes depending on the lighting. Kinda pale, though his hands and face or noticeably a lot more tanned than the rest of his body. 5'11, lean build, tender, toned.

## Personallity

### Strengths

* Quick thinking, especially in a fight
* Precise, both in words and combat
* Adaptive

### Weaknesses

* Sorry loser
* Unexpressive, he’s often perceived to be an angry/grumpy person cus of it
* Impatient
* Scared of failing and falling
* Distrust, in the sense he has a hard time trusting people will come through on things and thus that he can’t rely on them. People can often mistake this for him being very arrogant or something. This especially applies in fights. He’s been getting a little better with it though, mostly with his close friends.

### Neutral Traits

* Adventurous
* Forgiving, a bit too much sometimes, hence neutral
* Skeptical
* He can't stand people who assume he isn’t a nice person just based on looks, and by extend people who judge others by the way they look in general

### Languages Spoken

* English
* Swedish
* Greek

## Backstory

Okay so, mister Raph cheated on his wife in a drunken hook-up with Nike, or maybe more like a recurring affair really, but of course, he didn’t know at the time who Nike really was. When Nike went to drop off the baby with Raph and his wife, she found out he and his wife had died in a fire. Planning to put the baby up for adoption, she found out that Raph had a brother, well two brothers actually. One of them, Gabriel, already had several children and a loving wife, the other had just moved back into town with his new fiance, his name was Mike, and he had been living with his then-girlfriend Klara in Sweden. They had come back to Enchanted Vale for the funeral, but then also decided to stay.

Nike, after learning about the situation in the family, decided to give the baby to Mike and Klara. One morning before dawn she put the baby in a carrier basket and left the baby boy in their living room. When the two found the baby they were both worried and happy, but after reading the note left by the presumed mother, they soon decided to keep the child. The note also informed them that the baby was Raph’s son.

Knowing the kid was effectively their nephew, they decided they could get away with claiming the kid was theirs to begin with, and so they did for the first few years. The note had contained a name for the baby, Arath, but not a last name. So as with some Swedish customs, they gave him the last name Viggo, a strong name for a would-be warrior.

Arath grew up happy and loved in the town. As he got older this continued, and he often wandered the town, finding cool new places he could proudly show his parents. He found the town had some- weird magical vibe about it. The few times he and his family left the town for trips he noticed it even more. School was good. He didn’t stand out too much, he wasn’t popular and he wasn’t hated on. His grades were good on average, excelling at PE and biology, but kinda sucking at math, but he made it through okay.

When Arath was 12 his parents told him about where he came from, and who he “really” was. It took him a little while to process the information and what it meant, but eventually, he came around and accepted them. He knew that even though they weren’t really his parents but his uncle and aunt, to him they were his parents. They had loved and cared for him, and he was proud to call them his parents.

Not too long after (it was a coincidence), Arath got visited by an old family friend. He didn’t really know her, Ciara, and she was quite weird. The few times they had met before, Ciara would tell him all sorts of stories and tales, which Arath did like most of the time. This time, Ciara told him the weirdest story…

She told a story about herself, about her being a daughter of a mighty Titan, a Goddess of Magic, a daughter of Hecate. Hecate? He had heard that name before somewhere. Maybe in another story? Yes, a Goddess in ancient Greek mythology. Why would she tell him a story like this? It made no sense, it was weird. Why would you pretend you’re a child of a Goddess? But she didn’t stop, she insisted to him it was true, and that she wanted to take him to a place where there were more like her and him. Like him? He wasn’t anything like that. Right? No, Ciara insisted he too was one of these… “Demigods”... Ciara claimed that Arath would soon be in danger if he stayed… he ran away from her and back home and told his parents all of it… and they looked sad. Not confused, or angry, or upset. No, sad. They knew. Arath’s world started spinning and crumbling. They knew. The stories must have all been true then. Not even just the one from that day, but possibly all of them he’s heard. His mother calmed him down and helped him through dealing with this in the following few days until they together decided he should indeed go. And go he did…

He traveled with Ciara for a few days. First to the nearest airport, then all the way to New York City. They hung around in the city for a day or so, because Ciara had a few things to do, but then they moved on, and eventually arrived at Camp Half-blood. Now Ciara couldn’t stay, she told Arath. She’d go with him for a day or two maybe, but then she had to leave, and she did.

Arath was okay with it. He didn’t like it but he understood, kinda. He liked camp at first glance. He noticed a lot of people like him, kids who were just lost in who they were, lost in the world. Some whose family was killed, some who just left them behind out of safety. He fit in here, which was good. Now that he was here he started to train, of course. And he liked that, more than he thought he would. He trained and he trained until he became a great fighter, dare he say maybe one of the greatest ones in camp at present. He trained with all sorts of weapons, all sorts of opponents, trained on how to use weapons against someone with proper powers, how to deflect fire with a sword, how to use a spear to root yourself to avoid being thrown away by wind and water-based powers. All sorts of things.
He spent over four years of training now, and he loves it every day.

He often dreams of one day going back home, to EV, even though he heard his parents moved away to London.

## Powers and Abilities

### God Powers

* Enhanced
	+ Strength
	+ Speed
	+ Agility
	+ Reflexes
	+ Flexibility
	+ Endurance
* Can sense someone else’s (physical) weaknesses

## Weapons and Equipment

### Weapons

When expecting a fight he carries many weapons. Typically he has several knives and daggers hidden on his body, he has two short swords (very similar to Roman Gladius) on his hips, and often carries a two-sided spear with relatively long blades. When he’s expecting to need it he sometimes takes a shield but typically chooses not to.