Evimero, Son of Nike.

Name: Evimero (Greek for speed/fast)
Age: 14
Eyes:Red
Hair:Black, short
Height:6 foot, 6 inches
Body Type:Very skinny, except for his legs, which have large muscles that he needs for his extra fast maneuvers.
Skin Color: Caucasian, medium tanned
God Parent:Nike (Goddess of Speed)
Mortal Parent:Unknown
Country of Origin:Mostly likely US (he was found at a US orphanage, and raised in the US, but COULD have been born somewhere else)
Pets:A loyal swift that stays by his side always
Talents/Skills:Extraordinary Knife play, very fast
Weapons:Two assassin style knives, one bigger then the other. He also has a pair of speed-enhancing sandals
Life Before CHB: Grew up in an orphanage as a non claimed baby, who had been found at the middle of the night with a piece of paper with "Evimero" written on it tied to his wrist. He grew to the age of 14 before a satyr noticed his smell and took him to CHB. He year-rounded there as undetermined for about a year and a half, when the head counselors decided who they thought his parent was. Still, no one had known his mother, so Evimero still doesn't know his last name or mother.
RP Example:Iran through the forest, weaving through the trees with ease. the flag through me off from time to time, but i quickly learned to how to adjust. I was not worried about being chased and caught, but the other team knew to set up people to jump any Nike campers who might get the flag. I had my knives out, ready for an ambush. I was about 100 yards from the creek when it finally happened. An Apollo kid shot an arrow at me, and i quickly dogged it with my knife. i stopped, stuck the flag into the ground, and charged the camper, holding my blades at the ready. I was about to make my first move when an Ares camper jumped out of the bushes and swung his sword at me. I quickly parried it with one knife, and stabbed him in the armor with the other, being careful not to maim him. I spun around and knocked the Apollo kid in the head with the butt of my knife. I ran back and got the, flag, and ran straight to the creek, jumped over, and was met with cheering from my teammates.
Any notes about your character:Tends to keep to himself, seeing as he never trusted anyone while he was in the orphanage. He can sometimes mischievous, and it was debated whether or not he was a son of Hermes.

I thought Nike was goddess of victory?