Yes. You read that right. Greece has fallen...or at least the camp that has catered to Greek demigods for over three millennia has fallen. Camp Half-Blood had a traitor in their midst. A traitor with powerful allies who quickly burned the camp to the ground. Some were lost, some killed, and the rest who remained began the long trek across the country to the only place where they might be safe: Camp Jupiter.
Chiron banded what campers they had left, told them of the other camp and sent word to Camp Jupiter pleading for shelter. Chaos now threatens the camp daily with the arrival of new Greek campers to this foreign camp. This camp with strange customs and rules. While on the Roman end the Praetors are forced to hold up a balancing act of providing sanctuary while also trying to find the traitor before their home suffers the same fate as Camp Half-Blood.
New alliances are forged, new enemies are made, and these two worlds have to find some way to work together for the future of them all. Which side are you on? Which position will you take? It's time to jump in the fray because Greece has fallen.
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Welcome to our site! We are so glad you are here my friend. Pull up a seat, set your weapons down and let's chat. We are a non-canon, percy jackson RP site based in Camp Jupiter. Both Greek and Roman demigods allowed. Legacies are limited. We have a very small word requirement for posting and we're pretty relaxed around here. We like drama but not the RL kind so keep this place nice and friendly. If you've got questions don't hesitate to ask!
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Nathan was enjoying himself. The music and the ambient light complimented each other nicely as he wandered around. A good number had turned up that night, stealing through the darkness to Third Cohort's barracks. Some of them thought it was fun to slip out under the noses of their Centurions and have some fun. They chatted and laughed about this nocturnal hi-jinks and declared they ought to do that more in future. It intrigued him that so many of the recently arrived Greek kids had turned up in answer to the invitations sent out to them. He wasn't sure who their godly parents were- not would he even try and guess...looks could be deceptive. Strolling about in his role as one of the hosts of the party, he sipped his goblet of grape juice. "One day it will be wine" he thought to himself as he sipped it. Never mind...grape juice would suffice for now and it was nice and cool on his palate. Here and there he saw faces that he did recognize and on occasion he stopped to talk. One or two of his female admirers also made a point of saying hello to him, touching his arm or his chest admiringly
It did not escape his attention that there was someone who didn't seem to be entering into the spirit of things. Considering the atmosphere of the place, the girl didn't seem to be giving off a 'positive partying' vibe. Well maybe she just didn't know anyone. He was anyone. With that thought in mind, he made his way over to where she was. "Hi...I don't think I have seen you around before" Nathan said as he took a sip from his goblet, "You one of the Greek kids?" he asked.
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You didn't need to ask twice if you asked Nathan (or any other of the Bacchus kids) if he thought it was a good idea for Third Cohort to organize a party in their barracks... Nathan was pretty much slap-bang right in the center of it, organizing and selecting a guest list of people from outside of Third Cohort to invite. What use was a party if the same old faces kept turning up? And new faces, there were. Greek faces- some of them rumored to be kids of Dionysus, who was rumored to be the Greek version of Bacchus. To date Nathan had never meet one and it would be pretty accurate he wanted to meet one. A couple of Apollo kids in his barracks started the idea and it was only expected that they would organize the music and the dance floor (made by clearing away some of the beds in the barrackroom). For his part, Nathan organized the acquisition of the necessary food and liquid refreshments for the event. Needless to say, all of his barrck-mates were involved and in secret, had spent days preparing for the event in mind.
To avoid detection by their Centurion, the members of the Third Cohort planned the party to start after 11pm at night. Shuttering the windows to prevent the ambient candle light from leaking out in a manner that would draw undue attention by their Centurion or his little 'toadie' snitches, the party was eventually in swing by the time the appointed hour arrived. Soft music seemed to meld with the dark ambient light of the small candles dotted around the room. Nathan was wearing his cleanest jeans with his favorite Chuck Taylor basketball boots on his feet. Around his wrist he wore a twisted wrist band of grapevines, so that all knew to whom he belonged and who he was. Even though it felt just a hint sacrilegious, he wore a mock set of gold laurel wreaths around his head, upon a crown of wavy jet blck hai that matched his toffee brown eyes. So far the party seemed to be kicking off well...
Yes...Nathan had to admit that sometimes the children of Mars had a tendency towards cruelty- or going too rough on, other campers in his opinion. Not that all of them were like that. Oh no. Some of them were the epitome of honor and valor that other kids in Camp Jupiter could only dream of aspiring to- Nathan included. They were the kids that he would have no problem following into Pluto's realm and helping to drag said god, kicking in screaming into the light of day. "Yeah...I can imagine they do go a little too far sometimes" he admitted.
"Ahh- yeah...Latin" the son of Bacchus sighed in sympathy. The traditional tongue could be confusing and frustrating to campers (himself included) at times. In his experience it was an arcane tongue that had many intricate rules and ways to it, that often tripped up the inexperienced campers. As if English clas at school wasn't hard enough- and that was his native tongue! "Yeah it can be boring. Also can he pretty hard too" he said."I can see how you would find it boring, if not hard- guess you gotta find a way to make it interesting" he suggested. Nathan had no idea exact she would be able to do that, but he was pretty sure of the idea. It seemed to him, that he learned things better of he was engaged in the class and it was fun to do. Question was, how to do that with Latin class? Certainly it was a 'necessary evil', that didn't mean it had to be a mind-rendering ordeal.
Oh- as if Nathan wasn't all ready on his Centurion's dirty list late. Quite of often he had been taken to task for one misdeed or another. Usually it was flirt-chatting with girls he shouldn't be, when he should be listening to what a Centurion was lecturing his Cohort on or when he should be paying attention to his guard duty. There had been caught a few times, with said pretty girl, rolling around in the hay together. More than once he had been collared tending a strictly forbidden grape-vine that he was evidently planning to make illicit wine from. Yes- Nathan had a few run ins with the Centurions of Camp Jupiter. It was just he fighting prowess and his determination to be promoted that had kept him out of Fourth Cohort. "Yeah...I totally don't want that!" he said, his eyes searching the area for any Centurion that might be about to pounce on him. Personally, he would prefer extra-combat training or field fortification training to being inside having Latin beaten into his skull. Nathan liked to challenge himself physically more than he did mentally. He preferred to spend an hour practicing his swordsmanship to practicing Latin conjugated verbs and nouns. In addition he was better at wrestling sons of Mars, than he was at wrestling with Latin sentence and grammar structures. "I'll...have to take your word on that one" he said with a playful smile.
"Sure thing..." the tall muscled tan skinned teenager agreed. "Totally up for a chance to 'pull the wool over the eyes' of the Centurions every so often" he said playfully. Every camper at some level liked to test the limits with those set above them and Nathan was no different. When all was said and done, he was always up for a little harmless fun.
"That would be you then..." the taller camper said. Personally- if he knew abut that sort thing, he had no idea what sort of effect it would have on a child of Bacchus or Dionysus as the Greek versions were called. Mostly it was hype them up like a little kid after a dozen expresso coffees with a puppy to play with- a raging party animal who would probably admit to anything and everything they felt about someone. That...could be awkward once the effect of serum afterwards.
Needless to say, Nathan was relieved that the serum bottle was not leaking. "Good to know" he smiled after handing the bottle over. Maybe he was being paranoid about something he really didn't know much about. As a son of Bacchus he had little to do with potion and spells and such like. He was more about the power that came from one inside and effected the world without. Such as making grape vines grow and yield to his command.
Nathan cocked his head that was crowned with wavy raven black hair at what Aelin said. "What class would that be?" he asked. He had no idea of course what class she was late for. That said, he had the good taste not to inquire as to the punishment she might have to suffer. "Mmmm..." he said taking a last bite from his apple before throwing the core onto the roof of his barracks (no reason why the birdies couldn't have a snack), "I got drill in the marching ring. Our new guys are getting an orientation lesson from out Centurion, so I got some spare time on my hand" he said.
It was small wonder that the sea of demigods parted as the jar rolled across the ground. All of them were aware that a Linebacker sized kid like Nathan was chasing after it (for whatever reason) and none wanted to be knocked over like skittles by a freight train. That said, the son of Bacchus eyed the contents of the jar with a wary eyes. Really...he had no idea what was in it o if it was of a dangerous nature.
"I guess that depends on who you ask" was the reply he got from the person who owned the jar. Great...just what he wanted to hear. A unknown substance was in a jar that MIGHT be dangerous to him. Even the demigods within earshot of him, started to give him a wide berth as if he was some how contaminated with something icky in nature. Nathan looked at the jar, really feeling not to secure at that moment. "And do YOU think it is safe..." he asked, waiting for her to suddenly wipe out extra-thick safety gloves and a haz-mat suit from out of nowhere. It was with no small amount of relief that Nathan extended his arm to the girl and even leaned forward at the waist, just so he could get the jar as far away from him as possible. Knowing some of the freaky-deaky magic stuff that went on around Camp with the gods and whatnot, he wouldn't be surprised if it contained concentrated gorgon spit. It was quite possible that Aelin had seen Nathan in the past, even if only in passing. Their barracks were close by and she might have noticed him going to and fro each day. In addition, when their cohorts were training together, Nathan was often in the front row of his cohorts testudo where his size and strength was of benefit. Not knowing him by name, she probably didn't pick up on the fact that he was the boy that one or two of the girls in her barracks that gushed over how cute he was or admit that they had snuck off from training one time to make out behind the barracks one time. There were many campers in Camp Jupiter and he was just one face among many.
Truth serum? Oh no, non, no...Nathan did want a dime of that stuff! He figured even a splotch of stuff on him and the unfortuitous presence of a Centurion, he would be blabbing about ever girl he had been flirting with at an unauthorized time, his part in forbidden parties in barracks and the banned growing of a grape vine he was involved in. No, Nathan didn't want anything to do with the contents of the jar and was only too pleased to be rid of it. Yes, it was true he could use it for himself. Certainly he could find out if certain girls in camp were interested in him or if they were planning to drop their current boyfriends so he could come in and woo them. But end of the day, the negative vastly outweighed the positive aspects. "I'm sure it is..." he replied as he stepped back to put as much space between him and the serum
"Nathan..." he replied nodding towards his barrack room as he took another bite of his apple, 'Third Cohort. Why you in such a rush? There a fire somewhere?" he asked.
It was a pretty relaxed day for Nathan. The weather seemed fine, the vibe of the camp wasn't as intense as it usually was and he had some free time before he had to report for his next class. Some new kids had arrived in his barrack and as one of the oldest (or more likely the oldest in need of learning some responsibility), he had been tasked with looking after them for the first few days of their time in camp. They seemed a pretty good bunch- wide-eyed, keen to learn and somewhat awed by the 6'2" son of Bacchus with the wavy raven black hair, toffee-brown eyes and big smile. He remembered not so long ago it seemed, that he was in their place. So it behooved him to look after them and see they got settled in. So far everything was going well.
With that in mind, he relaxed whilst his chargers were getting an orientation lecture from their Centurion (what on, he had no clue) and went for a wander around the barrack blocks. You never knew whom you would (excuse the pun) 'run into' around there at any time of the day. More than once he had been wandering around and met up with a friends and ended up having a conversation that lasted for ages. At breakfast he had snagged himself an apple from the mess hall and he munched on it as he walked along. Maybe a bunch of grapes would have been better (he was a son of Bacchus after all), but a simple apple would do as well. It made a damp crisp crunching sound as he bite into it as he wandered along, complimenting the tasty flesh of it as he chewed on it.
He was just passing Third Cohort's barracks, when someone out of the blue ran into him. Check that...BOUNCED off of him. Being 6'2' of mostly muscle, it was small wonder that whoever ran into him, bounced off him. The person who did so, seemed to be a girl who had come running out of Fourth Cohort barrack and totally by accident ran into him, not seeing him in time. Clearly it was an accident and the girl did not mean to do that. Nor did she seem to intend for the stuff she was carrying to fly off in all directions. One of the items was a bottle of...something, he wasn't sure what, that rolled across the ground. Clearly it was something the girl did not want to lose, so he went after it. Two long steps and he was scooping it up off the ground. At this point he realized something- he had no idea what was in it. More importantly he had no idea of whatever was in there, was dangerous. "Is this thing safe...?' he asked a cagey manner, holding it away from him at arm's length.
It pleased Nathan that he was lifting more weight with this exercise, than he had been a month ago. He had been careful to pick what exercises he did when he was in the Palaestrae, consulting the appropriate trainer before doing so. In all honesty he did not want to get bigger now days- especially in the upper body. As far as the son of Bacchus was concerned he was the right shape and size for what he needed in life. No, what he was after was a way to stay that way and still gain both physical and explosive strength. Getting bigger would only cause him problems he didn't need, besides- being over big was no the look he was after. Narcissistic? Maybe- a little. More likely he didn't want to become muscle bound, which would impeded the way he easily moved when he was doing combat drills. There were practical reason for what he was after here, that even he wasn't able to explain fully.
"Working out to impress or to put those muscles to actual use?" a voice said to him, breaking into the small world that measured 5 feet around him when he was working out most of the time. Carefully he went through the careful series of moves that he needed to do, so he could put down the weighted barbell safely. Last thing he wanted to do was hurt himself by doing that wrong. That would not do at all. Rolling his shoulders to ward off the first hints of lactic acid depositing in his muscles he looked in the direction of the person who spoke to him. "Oh Lord" he thought to himself, a slightly crestfallen look crossing his face, "Its Joan d'Eresby". Nathan had been around Camp Jupiter long enough to know that the daughter of Ceres had a tendency to be kind of prickly by nature. It wasn't that she was intentionally so, just her nature. As a general rule, he tended to avoid her- hard since she was in the same Cohort as him. Personally when it came to her he followed a 'Don't bother her and she won't bother you' rule. So far (as far as he knew) it seemed to work just dandy. But maybe today would change all that... That said, there was no call him being rude to her. A small smile crossed his face and he shrugged. "Working out for actual use- building field fortifications is kinda hard work" he replied. That was certainly the truth, there was no denying that.
Nathan Russo (Son of Bacchus- Legionnaire- Third Cohort)
Paradoxically this Italian-American kid looks like a Greek god, which his good looks, chiseled athletic body and sunny disposition. All that is missing is the wreath of grapevines around his head like a crown. Nathan is a fun-loving kid who likes to hang out with others and enjoy himself. Not to be out done, he puts in just as much energy and time on the parade ground and the training field as he does having fun or flirting with girls. Contrary to what some say about him, he does have ambitions of advancement. It is his desire to be a Aquilor one day and hold that exalted position of importance and pride within his Legion. He might not be going about it the right way, but he does show promise. His sword and armor are never blemished or rust, he is never late on parade and his general bearing is beyond reproach. Little by little he is showing signs of making a fine Centurion one day.
FRIENDS
Naturally a son of Bacchus will have plenty of friends that he enjoys partying with. There is nothing he loves more than hanging out with a few friends and chilling out at a feast with some good sounds going in the sun. He seems to have a knack for helping his friends talk out their problems when he is around. Often he will talk to them privately one-on-one to see if they can sort out what is bugging them and come up with a solution. Regardless of his reputation and that of his siblings, Nathan is able to be ‘just friends’ with a girl. He is the sort of boy to walk you back to your barracks late at night and not expect anything in return- that’s what friends do right? In some ways he is like a big over-protective younger/twin/older brother who will ‘keep the wolves’ from you- he means well, but sometimes your possible beau will get warned off by him. That said, if so boy breaks your heart, he will hold you in his strong arms as you cry and tell you how awesome you are and he wasn’t worth crying over…then go looking for said boy and ‘talk to him’. In a fight, he is someone who you want at your side or back when the chips are down. It is hard to make him abandon a friend on danger or in a bad situation, when it happens.
ENEMIES
You poor fish…you’ve really done it now! As much as he adores his friends, Nathan can hate his enemies with equally passion. Who knows exactly why that is. Maybe you have been bullying someone weaker or smaller than you. Maybe you disrespected his Cohort, friend’s honor or him personally. Whatever it is- it’s on! Don’t let the party boy exterior fool you- he is hotblooded and brash in his manner. Right to your face he will tell you a few home truths or tell you exactly what he thinks of you. What is worse is that he will not back down from you easily (a flaw in his personality). More than once he had changed some camper to a fight to defend his honor. Whatever the reason, he is not a good person to cross too often.
LOVERS
Nathan is no stranger to the art of romance. As a son of Bacchus he loves to flirt with girls at parties and enjoy himself with them. Long term or short term…serious in nature or just for fun…deep life long romance or just hooking up for an hour or a night, to him love is what you both make it. Unfortunately- he's now taken.
The Palaestrae was a place one could often find Nathan on any given day. Not that he spent every spare moment that he had there (though it might seem like it sometimes).
Needless to say, he was there day. Often he would lifting weights as part of a work out, to keep his body in shape. You never knew when there would be some heavy lifting needed to be done or a monster to be fought off. So it made sense that Nathan needed to stay in shape. More so since some of the girls in camp liked the way he looked.
Breathing in deeply in a controlled manner, Nathan flicked the weighed barbell up to his chest and breathed out as he thrust it above his head, before lowering it to his chest then flicking it down to rest against his hips. He could feel the pull and protest of the muscles of his chest and back contort and writhe under the faded purple Camp Jupiter t-shirt with the sleeves ripped off, that had seen better days. Concentration was as important as technique when it came to working out, so he could get the maximum benefit out of the workout as well s being able to do it safely.
Today he was working his upper body, having worked his legs and mid section over the last couple of days. Nathan liked working out in the Palaestrae. It was like his home away from home in some ways. It was also a place he could hang out with campers of a like mind to him. Already he had spent a couple of hours on the wrestling mat, grappling with a number of campers he knew. Now he was finishing off his work out by lifting weights.
When it comes to confidence, Nathan has no problem there. Tall, strong and reasonably handsome, he is quietly confident in who he is and what he is able to do- whether it is hold his own in a sparring season, building field fortifications or flirting with girls. However, he does not believe that is reason to be arrogant about it. He knows his worth.
Like many of the Roman campers, Nathan holds the concept of honor sacred. In battle he is as brave as any member of cohort- in the depth of the fray he there. In addition, he will protect the honor of his friends and cohort mates. Many a time he has stepped into to protect a camper who is being bullied. In addition, he will not allow others to be punished for any misdeed he is responsible for.
As might be expected of a child of Bacchus, Nathan is pretty friendly with his boundless energy for partying and his big smiling face. More than once he has taken time to talk to a camper who he having problems and help them solve it quietly. He is a good listener and will genuinely want to help someone who is having problems.
Not that he is perfect himself…
A consummate party animal, he can not resist trying to charm a pretty girl with his good looks and muscles. How far it goes, depends on the girl in question. More than once he has been caught somewhere he shouldn’t with someone he shouldn’t be with. Needless to say, it is one of his greatest personality faults, even though he doesn’t take it too far.
Needless to say he is also hot-blooded in nature (which explains his tendency to flirt more than he should). This personality fault of his has got him into trouble, when he and another camper get into a brawl. It is a fire that often burns hot inside of hi when angered (which is rare).
He can also be quite brash on occasion. More than once he has talked back to someone who he shouldn’t talk back to and been punished. Often this fault of his is the reason for some of the other misdemeanours he is guilty of- his secret attempts to make wine from a grape vine he tends, trying to impress girls he likes and show off his strength to others.
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Nathan was born into a middle-class Italian-American family (sort of), in Grand Junction, Colorado. The family had lived there since the days that the railroad was built there. The work complete the Genoese family turned their hand to viticulture and grew grapes to make wine. Growing up on his grandparents’ vineyard, he was aware that his mother was reluctant to tell him and her parents who Nathan's father was. All she would say was it the same man she met at a wine festival she often sold the family’s vine at. No one pressed her for more details- Nathan’s grandparents adored him and his siblings- loving the fact the family lived under the same roof. There never was any financial strain on the family having them all under the same roof. Still…his mother always kept a close eye on her children when they hit puberty and entered their teens.
Life on the vineyard meant spending a lot of the time outside under the sun, working in the vineyard when Nathan had free time. Even though the work was repetitive and hard, he enjoyed it- after all he got to spend time in the sun, with his grandparents and siblings and whenever he could- all the grapes he could stand to eat. Part of this contributed to the future legionnaire at Camp Jupitar he would become. Every year he would help with the pruning, picking of the grapes and gathering of the dead and dying vine leaves. Even though he was too young to drink wine, he grew to enjoy the smell of it, the taste of it on his fingers and the food that was served with it. Until he is old enough to imbibe (legally) he makes do with grape juice- he thinks it looks like wine.
Life was not all work on the vineyard property. In his spare time, he went off hiking in the hills around the vineyard by himself or with his friends. He enjoyed pushing himself as far as he could and loved the view when he got to the top of the hills he climbed.
By the time he was eleven years old, the slightly chubby boy began to burn off his baby fat and became a wiry pre-teen boy. At school he noticed that he was developing an interest in girls and they were developing one for him. At lunch time he noticed that he hung out with one girl, rather than his group of guy friends. It was more than just talking, sometimes they ended up holding hands- he liked that. On one occasion it led to his first ever kiss with a girl. That he liked- a lot (so did she)!
From then on, he slowly explored this new experience as much as he could- often with different girls each week. He also discovered sports- in particular football and wrestling. Nathan loved the training, bonding with his team mates, winning and the sense of accomplishment. It also didn’t hurt that girls liked to come and see him compete- he thought that was pretty cool…
The changes had not gone unnoticed by his mother. Deep down she knew the day would come and Nathan would have to know the full truth of who his father was and who he was. After dinner one day, she took him aside and sat him down. It was hard for to tell him- not sure if her son would think she was nuts. Nathan listened transfixed to what she said and wanted to know more. He was twelve when he was sent to the Wolf House.
’A son of Bacchus? As a Legionary? That ought to be good…’was the attitude that greeted him there. He proved them wrong. Sure- the wiry kid with the light tanned skin, toffee brown eyes and unruly jet-black hair, was a son of Bacchus. But he was as good as any other kid there- and he fracking well proved it! His upbringing had inculcated him with a strong work ethic- one he would need if he got to Camp Jupitar. His first summer at Camp Jupitar was an eye opener and was hard work for him. He missed his family and home, but soon made friends and grew to love the place. Eventually he was placed in the Third Cohort- some felt he needed to prove himself and allow them to keep an eye on him.
Over the next few years, he grew as a member of Camp Jupitar. By the time he turned seventeen he had filled out and under gone at least one growth spurt. The wiry little kid had grown into a tall, lean muscled boy who looked like a Roman legionnaire. At Camp Jupitar he learned to be a Roman demigod, training to be a legionnaire and progress further up the ranks of the Legion. Outside he continued his life in the mortal world. He still visited the family vineyard- taking on more jobs and still hiking in the hills when he could. Learning about field engineering at Camp Jupitar made him much more use around the vineyard as he went about repairing things.
All of this stood him in good stead for his life in Camp Jupiter. His exceptional fitness, strength and physique served him well in the front ranks of his Cohort when they formed the testudo. Never once when Nathan was in the front rank, did it fault or fall, when on field manoeuvres. In addition, he can be relied upon to undertake many of the heavy labor jobs when building field fortifications. Many times he can be seen walking around with heavy posts across his shoulders, that other campers in his cohort would have problems carrying.
Based on all this some would think that he is a candidate for promotion- indeed he has an ambition to be an Aquiler one day. Problem is, there are two misdemeanours that constantly ‘blot his copybook’ with his superiors, that he is guilty of time and time again. Firstly, he has the habit of brewing illicit grape wine in his barracks (and around camp), which is against the rules despite his claim it is ‘part of his demigod heritage’ (it is quite good by the way, but still no excuse). The second one is that he has been found ‘fraternizing’ with female campers.in a manner that is against the rules. Needless to say, it adds to his reputation as a son of Bacchus and a party-animal. No matter how many field punishments he is subjected to, he still persists. Will he get back on track and fulfil his potential? Only the Gods know the answer…
Chlorokinesis – (Manipulation of vegetation) As a son of Bacchus, Nathan has the power to manipulate plants to do his bidding. Unfortunately, it is a power he is still developing- the grape vine he has hidden behind his barrack room is in need of a lot of help
Cause/Cure Insanity This one power that he has managed to master. As a son of Bacchus, he can help ease the mental pain of others by talking to them in private. Often all someone needs is someone to talk to, to ease their mental burden and who better than the warmth of a son of Bacchus to help them.
Field Engineering Like all Roman campers, Nathan has the skill to build, as well as pick good sites for building field fortifications. His strength and stamina from working in his family vineyard has made him an ideal person for all the heavy work that needed to be done.
Wrestling Nathan has a natural ability and affinity for Greco-Roman wrestling since he was in Middle School. Back then he won countless matches growing up and even placed second in the State finals once. It is one of his favorite ways of staying in shape and can often be found sparring with his friends.
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