Post by Baltazar Teach on Aug 7, 2014 7:05:32 GMT -6
Of course there was so much that Balt had been through over his life, and being at camp often helped him calm down but sometimes he needed a change of pace. Baltazar had left camp a few times over his years to help lead some campers to the grounds while it wasn`t looked upon it needed to happen while some of the saytrs dealt with some more important tasks. As a son of the big three and a counselor he held a bigger responsibility to his own kind and he felt the need to help them in pretty much any way shape or form that he could. Wearing his normal pirate attire he moved with his sword on his hip and looked around the surrounding area with a serious expression. He watched some ares children toy with some of the other demi gods. Swords clashing, people falling, the sound of a painful scream every now and then. It was all to much for commotion for him not to jump into the middle of it.
Balt had a hard time not being the center of attention, he was after all the son of the king of the sea, the grandson of the pirate black beard and the only remaining member of the Teach line. He watched the ares child sparring with what looked like a passive young camper. Quickly moving around his students he kept a watchful eye there was much that this demi god wanted to see but no one had shown him it as of yet. He wanted a student, a prodigy per say. Honestly Balts fighting style was a dying breed, he was a man of grace and abilities long lost to the sea. He had lost everything, been thrown into a new time and here and now he was struggling to accept that fact. Honestly he found that children of this era had little to no hope of ever accepting the pirate traditions that he use to live bye. Women could have a say, fight, even work....not in his day. The girls now were high maintenance and slightly annoying to him. But hey who didn`t love a pirate?
He had girls from many cabins eyeing him carefully or watching his movements but he never took any of them seriously. He was grown man and well he was picky about who he let close to him, settling down meant that he would lose his ability to be a free and wildly known flirt, which he was normally. There was nothing wrong with flirting in fact he found it fun to mess with the girls of the camp, a little kind words or a simple wink in their direction, yet he had no need to settle down and start a family. One day perhaps he would have a child, a wife, and even maybe a house but for now he wanted to be free and wild much like the raging sea.
WordCount: 493 || Tags: Open || Notes: First post with Balt, hope whoever takes this thread loves him.
