biography

Lazy, lacking in energy or motivation. These were the things that Carter heard from point he could start to understand. He had always been a quiet child, able to entertain himself and rarely if ever cried. It was only as he started to grow into a toddler that this muted rhythm of life seemed to become a characteristic over a phase.

He was often seen to be staring into the distance or lethargic for large portions of the day. His mother took him to experts but they could find nothing physiological that would answer these symptoms, he was mostly seen as having learning difficulties and these became more pronounced with his delays in reading and then into writing.

He had a good if uneventful early childhood - struggling to learn or pay attention in classes and even when moving to special needs he was still hard to pull into focus.

As he got through his first few years of schooling bullying and getting picked on increased greatly, his slowness made him useless at sports, his lack of attention made him an easy target for verbal abuse. He kept himself to himself and craved the times he could escape school and the rest of his troubles but each day he was forced back onto the bus and into the school once more.

It was only around the age of ten that the boy really managed to take stock of his predicament, he returned to consciousness after another long night of sleep but had awoken as a lucid dreamer, the gift of full recollection and awareness within dreams. 

In that night he had been able to grasp the wisps of the dreaming realm that had always left his hold before. He had met another dreamer while walking in a golden city and learned tales of the dreamlands and all its paths. Little could he tell if he had met the figure in the past as is the way of dreamlands but now he was clear within his mind. The dreamer was little but a mortal vagrant in the other world but here he was able to be whatever he wanted, whether he was human, demigod or god it didn't make the same differences here.

From this moment onward Carter changed, his ability to concentrate or focus on a task at hand was still diminished, especially if it involved reading or writing but his capabilities and knowledges improved though how he made such leaps and bounds were less commonly known. 

Alongside him at the school he was attending was another kid, named Trent, that was weird on a level to match Carter. He had big afro hair and seemed pretty easily distracted but thankfully seemed to be one of the few souls who did not torment him.

Carter most appreciated the shakes from Trent to keep him awake through classes when a teacher was likely to pick on him, he might not be any good at the subjects but still wanted to avoid the troubles being singled out by teachers would cause.

During another class, trying to teach them the complex world of mathematics, Carter dozed off once more, the spinning numbers putting him under.

He bolted upright in his seat, a nightmare keeping its hold on his mind. He screamed out involuntarily, only just realizing that the hazy memories of black mists and tentacles of his nightmare were still around him in the classroom.

If it hadn't been for Trent at the next desk over he would have been crushed by the tendrils that seemed to be forming in the mist around him. As they escaped the class room the the room was filled with a dark smoke with shapes moving ominously within it.

Once they got to Carters home, they found out his mother had been contacted by school - his erratic behaviour, his outburst and his truancy being reported back with none of the otherworldly troubles that had affected him.

It was then that Trent dropped the follow up bombshell - that Carter was a demigod, a child of one of the gods of the world and that these attacks would continue. It took a lot of soul searching and discussions, where Trent revealed the camps existence and showed his Satyr horns and hooves as proof, Carter and his mother finally agreed that he should go to camp to try to overcome these troubles.

During his early days at camp he ended up unhappy with his lot and was still adapting to the struggles of camp life, especially for anyone so prone to sleeping and the lethargy of their cabins predicament. It was never really discovered what happened that day, whether it was a dare, an accident or a cry for help. What was known was that he had been found lying next to the waters that dripped from a  poplar tree branch within their cabin, a conduit directly linked to the river Lethe.

Since his self-inflicted amnesia, Carter has been able to keep mostly to his own cabin. He has learned to use the few hours of the day that he forces himself to be awake (powered by caffeine or stronger substances) to eat, exercise and do those tasks he needs muscle memory for (like swords work and similar)

During his slumbering hours he has learned to frequent the New York Public Library or any of the number of private galleries and libraries across the city. He gets pre-opening access to every exhibition, he has the best seats (floating above them normally) to every show in town.

 

Personality

He abhors his time in the waking world and only subjects himself to time there as he knows without it his body will wither and die, it means he tends to keep busy loathing his time away from the dreamlands and trying to get it over with as quickly as he can.

He keeps a diary next to his bed with major events he forces himself up for, timing his sleeping hours around these such as capture the flag or specific lessons - where these are not needed he tends to aim for the late afternoon into evening taking in the nights meal, activities and then the bonfire before retiring to sleep once more.

Few really know the other side to Carter, from a young age he had preferred his dream side, learning to focus and adapt his image and to frequent the street and libraries of the golden city of Celephaïs and to live where he was not limited by the earth realms limitations no longer being bound by the jumbling of characters on text or being locked to the ground for motion.

During the days he has learned to do enough to keep his body from falling apart, exercise and sustenance were major parts in the hours he pushes himself to do but for most of his time he enjoys seeing the camp from the astral plane. He does not consider himself to be snooping as much as not bound by the mortal frame.

He has been able to provide knowledge and insight into many of the most esoteric topics with thanks to his studies in the dreamland libraries and taverns where he is considered an old soul, likely from the powers that Hypnos has granted upon him.

He tends to be a privileged and happy go lucky camper, mostly keeping his own company and his own tasks - always seeming to be impatient to get done when going through the motions of the waking world.

He is known in their cabin most for humming or singing along to  musical numbers when  he is visiting them in astral form.

About Me

Birthdate: 4th July, 2003
Likes: Stocks, insider trading, hamburgers, visiting people in their dreams, Broadway musicals, Camp arts activities (singing, dancing, painting), the campfire and fireworks
Dislikes: Reading in the earth realm, Strong sunshine, quests, monsters from other dimensions, the fabled black city, peanut brittle..
Family:

• Mom:
• Isla (40)
• Dad:
• Hypnos
• Siblings:
• None
• Other:
• None

Happy Thoughts:
The morning sun hitting the golden streets, poring over arcane texts and documents lost from the waking world without them blurring on him
Nightmares: being trapped outside of the dream all the memories of the dreamlands fading and being just another nobody at camp.
Fatal Flaw: Curiosity
- I can look inside anyone's sleeping mind, why not?
- I can work out what stock needs bought - no problem?

- I can look in on anyone in the camp - where's the harm?