(+) Focused. Brave. Loyal. Faithful. Ambitious.

(-) Jealous. Possessive. Secretive. Dominating. Resentful.

 

Sweets, most sweet fruits, chocolate, blanket forts, , yoga, healthy lifestyles, clean house, kissing boys, cuddling boys, cats, snacks, dancing, practicing archery, art.

Storms, mess, bitter foods, cold weather, snow, dogs, loud noises, people who can't take a joke, anyone that interrupts his alone time, hotheads.

Reading, painting, drawing, running, yoga, working out, dancing, practicing archery, flirting.

Losing his loved ones, being left alone, storms, dogs, not being able to protect those that he cares about.

He picks at his nails, nags about messes in the cabin no matter how small, sleeps , blunt personality.

Minghao's fatal flaw is his overwhelming loyalty to the campers of CHB. Self-Sacrifice paired with the paranoia of losing anyone he loves. This paranoia stems from the vision he had when he was claimed that has yet to be answered or fulfilled.

Height: 179 cm.
Weight: 58 kg.
Hair Color: chestnut brown.
Eye Color: brown.
Piercings: 14 piercings total, includes ears, s, nose, and belly button.
Scars: tiny scars decorate his body, largest one is on his knee from a previous knee injury.
Tattoos: floral hip piece with koi fish, back piece with a snake.
Clothing Style: urban street fashion, t-shirt and shorts when practicing.

 

 

 

xu minghao had been part of camp for really as long as he could remember. he was dropped off around the age of five with barely a grasp of what family was, his mother more of a smudge of a memory than anything. she had been quick to travel with him from china once she realized what was happening as he grew older, and five years was enough to show she couldn't handle protecting him on her own.

So he grew up amongst the other campers, watching them come and go while he remained a little tike running around. Grasping both his native language and English had been quite the struggle with dyslexia proving to be quite the , but he pushed through. All he's ever known are the "walls" of the camp, so he can be a little quirky when it comes to more modern slang and technology. He lived in the main house of the camp until he was old enough to be moved into the Hermes cabin with the rest of the unclaimed children. Despite being a little more introverted and standoffish, he fit in marvelously with the other kids. The Hermes cabin quickly became home to him, and he built a lot of really close bonds with the kids there.

Minghao considered himself one of the lucky ones, having been found as a child and brought up as a half-blood rather than trying to fit into the real world without so much of a clue as to who he was. The only dissonance that existed in him was his lack of a godly parent, loneliness creeping up on him every so often like a sorrow-filled song whenever he'd watch other campers get claimed. His friends had their suspicions as to his godly parent, because Minghao had an eagle's eye when it came to using a bow, and he had this odd knack of knowing when things would happen, not to mention his attachment to music itself. Yet no one voiced it for fear it would give the unclaimed boy hope.

Part of his upbringing had been by the hands of Mr. D, or Dionysus, surprisingly enough. The god being quite taken with the small child the moment he stumbled his way into camp, confused and abandoned. This bond between them was on the same level of parental love as Dionysus shared for his own children at the camp, and thus, the legendary sippy cup was created. Although, he was well past the age of needing a sippy cup, it became a comfort item for the young and confused orphan. It had the magical ability to refill itself, leaving the boy never dehydrated, especially when Dionysus wasn't there to directly watch over him. As he grew, the sippy cup took many different forms, it's most recent being a modern hydroflask that turns into a 40 oz two-handled pink and orange sippy cup if Minghao ever pisses off his adopted father. It's a legend among the other campers, because they've hardly seen the actual sippy cup, and the son of Apollo lets them believe that it is merely a myth.

His claim came in the form of his power for precognition making itself more well-known as he had vivid dreams and visions of an upcoming quest, fear leaving him breathless on the ground in the middle of a camp while Apollo's symbol glowed brightly above him. From then on, he moved into the Apollo cabin, welcomed with open arms and awe-filled expressions while he carried the trauma of what he saw with him. Tortured bodies and bloody battlefields were all he dreamt about for weeks until those campers came home safely, and he began to wonder if he was wrong.

Minghao had grown to become the head of the Apollo cabin, his vision still unanswered, and he prayed every night that he was wrong with what he had seen, but even without his father to tell him, he knew that it would be fulfilled at some point. After that vision, most of what he saw were tiny snippets from other quests and happenings around the came, every so often another scene from that tortured day would come back to him, and he'd leave his cabin to seek out the calming sounds of the ocean waves hitting the shore of the beach.

His best friend, and possibly soulmate (he'd never admit it out loud), may be the reason for Minghao seeking out the comfort of the beach. Sometimes the son of Poseidon's bed wasn't an option for him to curl up in to find distraction and comfort from the terrors that chased him in his dreams. Perhaps his own refusal to admit his feelings for the other demigod was the reason behind his promiscuity and lack of labels for anything. He liked what they currently had, so what was the point of changing it? No one bothered to ask questions anyway, but he could have sworn he heard something about a bet passing around the camp. The other campers refused to clue him into it, though, so he pretended it didn't exist.