Jonas

Name: Jonas Taylor
Age: 17
Gender: male
Sexuality: heterosexual
fc// (if there's one): Callard Harris

Country of Origin: England
Place of Birth (Olympus, city or town): Liverpool
Race: white
Skin color: pale
Hair color: brown
Eye color: blue
Height: 5ft 9inch
Weight: 120lbs
Body type: thin, sort of athletic

God Parent: Mercury
Mortal Parent: Leah Taylor

Personality: Jonas is very awkward, and very unlike what you'd expect a kid of Mercury to be. He sucks at making friends, and likes to spend most of his time alone.
Talents: running, pick-pocketing (but he doesn't often, cause he feels bad for it)
Flaws (at least three): guilty conscious, kleptomaniac, untrusting of others

Weapon (Celestial bronze/Imperial gold/Egyptian bronze): IG throwing knives
Abilities:
He can sense the internal structure and mechanisms of any lock he touches, and is always able to make it unlock.
He can instantly identify curses and traps placed on locks, and deactivate them.

Powers:
Teleportation, he can pretty much teleport anywhere he wants, but if he teleports any further than 50 miles he'll get dizzy, sick, pass out, all depending on how far away he transported.

History:
Jonas lived with his mom in a small apartment in Chicago. He lived a relatively normal childhood, with no knowledge that he was a demigod at all. He only discovered that information when he was taken to train with Lupa at the age of ten. Once he had passed, he was sent to Camp Jupiter. He was placed in the fourth cohort.

RP Sample (required for first form):
Jonas sighed, as he stared up at the Chicago skyline then back down at the car he was currently standing in front of. It's not like he wanted to steal this car. It was a dare, figuratively speaking, it was even life or death. It was either be known as the kid who didn't back down from a dare, or be the kid that backed down from such an "easy" dare. Yeah, easy for everyone else.... Well its technically easy for him also, he was the one that taught all of these kids how to hotwire cars in the first place. He sighed a second time, as he finished switching the wires around, and listened as the car roared to life. His mom was so going to kill him if he got caught... He stepped on the gas pedal and sped down the street and around the corner away from his friends who were doing a horrible job at not bringing attention to themselves. He decided he wouldn't go to far, considering it's not really his car and all, plus the shorter the joy ride, the less chance at getting caught.
Notes:

Approved!