Post by ♣Forrest England♠ on Jun 6, 2011 23:43:50 GMT -8
England, Forrest Lynn
DEMIGOD
4th Year at Camp
Age: 17
Son/Daughter of Poseidon
Alliance: Resistance
DEMIGOD
4th Year at Camp
Age: 17
Son/Daughter of Poseidon
Alliance: Resistance
Appearance:
Eye(s): Bright navy blue, freckled with sea green.
Hair: Tends to dye it a lot from sandy brown to onyx black.
Height: 5"9
Build Type: Athletic, with strong abdominal, arm, shoulder, leg and back muscles from swim and rowing teams at school.
Brief Description: As irritating as it is to Forrest, he looks like quite the pretty boy. As plain as he tries to dress, as casual as he tries to act, the boy simply can't help that the gods blessed him with looks. Forrest has a slight tan to his soft skin, and very light blonde highlights can be seen under his sandy locks. Sometimes his hair will be an inky jet black, shiny and smooth. Muscles given to him by his favorite water activities from school, Forrest tries to keep his shirt on to cover them up as not to attract even more attention than he already gets.
He stands at a pretty average height, and weighs about 135 pounds. Without disturbance or anomaly, the boy carries a few scars from training and his years at camp, but nothing that really stands out like some of the vicious scars worn by the more close-combat fighters. Forrest also has a tattoo of the trident symbol of Poseidon on his left bicep.
Background:
Mortal Parent(s): Marissa England, Ferdinand England.
Other Family: Sisters - Madeline England (12), Adelphia England (7)
Pets: Black tobiano colored pegasus named Marilyn.
Brief History:
Born in Alexandria, Virginia to Marissa England, Forrest really didn't understand why he was so much different from his sisters...or everyone else he was growing up around, really. Given the striking sapphire eyes he had over the hazelnut ones of the rest of his family, and sandy brown hair as opposed to his mothers blonde or his "fathers," black. Ferdinand scrutinized his wife for the years to come of having an affair with another man. Sometimes the accusations became violent, and Forrest was left to gather his sisters and stow them away before pulling the enraged man off his mother and doing his best to defend her.
Years went by like this. Ferdinand never accepted Forrest as a son, but the boy was just fine with not having to have Ferdinand as a father. His mother would never say anything whenever Forrest questioned her about parentage, she would always just shoo him away, or told him to take care of his sisters. The older the boy god, the more he began to notice things like his severe ADHD that couldn't be treated with medication, or his infuriating dyslexia. Seemingly, the only thing that could ever cure Forrest of his pains and stressers was the water. Forrest England adored the water, it seemed to make...well, everything go away. Including any cuts, bruises or breaks he had in his body. He felt rejuvenated, strengthened, and like he could control the world whenever he was in the water.
Forrest also found that he could breathe underwater when he was nine, and kept the secret dear to his heart. As his life continued on, Forrest spent more and more time in the water, swimming further, and even catching pieces and bits of conversation that the aquatic life was having. Nothing he could actually distinguish, though. Growing old enough to reach High School, Forrest joined both the swim and crew teams, and excelled brilliantly at those. The boys popularity skyrocketed as he led his teams to state and national finals, bringing home trophy after trophy to his beaming mother.
Ferdinand claimed they were flukes. But nobody listened to Ferdinand. Near the middle of his Freshman year, Forrest began to notice things. He noticed sometime the way people in crowds would stare at him...stare at him violently with hatred and disgust. Forrest felt nervous, wondering what he had done to these people. But whenever he tried to focus on their faces, they just became hazy and hard to read. Little did the young demigod know, but monsters had tracked him down, and were ready to pounce. The weekend before the schools national swim competition, Forrests mother insisted on taking the family out on the boat they owned, just for a few hours to get on the water and have a little fun.
Fun wasn't what was on the menu, though. Far out into the ocean, Ferdinand had become rowdy. One or eleven too many drinks were in him, and he started to run his mouth. Blaming Forrest for the recent loss of his job, blaming the girls for the messy house, blaming his mothers cooking (which was fantastic) for his sickness. They all tried to ignore it, but that was when the fists started. First he hit Marissa across the face after she had suggested he slow down. The woman fell to the deck of the boat, ashamed to be treated this way infront of her children. But that was the end of that, and with a yell of fury, Forrest tackled his "father" hard and took him off the boat, holding onto the drunken man with all his strength.
They only had to sink for a few minutes, Forrest figured. And that was how it was done. After those few minutes under the water, after the bubbles had stopped, the boy climbed back onto the boat alone and drove the vessel home, without a word being said. After the ship had been docked, a tentacle shot out of the ocean, snagging Forrest by the ankle and dragging him in. Managing to fight the creature off that had a hold of him with a broken bottle from the sand, Forrest scrambled his way home, afraid and confused. This was when his mother revealed to him his identity, and agreed to take him away to Camp Half-Blood, where he would learn how to stop attacks like that, and protect the family from future ones.
Personality:
Likes:
- Boats
- Fishing
- Card games/gambling
- Seafood <3
- Beaches
Dislikes:
- Cities
- Smoke
- Pollution
- Close-mindedness
- Heavy metal, rap and country music.
- Alcohol
Skills:
- Rowing, swimming and boating
- Painting, watercoloring specifically.
- Card playing/dealing/
- Conversation, seeing things on other peoples levels and views.
- Halberd weilding
Weaknesses:
- Long-ranged combat
- Fear of heights
- Redheads
- Becomes severely depressed if out of the water for too long. More than a couple days.
- Impatience
Passions:
- Aquatic life conservation
- Protecting his Family
Fears:
- Deserts
- Needles
Hobbies:
- Boating/Fishing/Swiming/Diving
- Gambling/Card Playing
Fighting Specialty: Forrest has taken a liking to fighting with a halberd and a gladius at his side for when things get too close.
Describe the extent of your powers/abilities: As a son of Poseidon, Forrest can breathe underwater, can remain dry when in contact with water, can speak with/has good connection with horses and pegusi and can heal himself with water. He's not very good at it yet, but is learning how to call upon the water from pipes, underground, etc. for manipulation and controlling. He is also very resistant to burning and heat because of the sea in his blood.
Fatal Flaw: Risk-taking. Forrest is a gambler, and one of these day's he's just going to call the wrong bluff.
Please describe why you think you can stabilize a powerful character. Minimum of two well-developed paragraphs **Big Three Only**: I really don't like to toot my own horn, but I'm very confident in my ability to control, maintain, and utilize such a powerful character as a son of Poseidon. I don't care about power playing, about beating up other peoples characters to seem cool; not at all. What I care about is the amazing, wonderful plot of this website, and having a character strong enough to contribute to and help move along such a well-done site and story. I've used plenty of powerful characters before, and this one will be no exception to the rules and restrictions that I layed on the others.
As a son of Poseidon, I feel like I could really give a hand to the crumbling Resistance against the impending rebel force. Someone's gotta give a hand to the good guys, right? It wouldn't be fun, or sporty for the rebels to just walk right up to Olympus and take it, now would it? I'm very open to criticism, chastization, and changes of my posts and actions from Administrators and those who know what they're doing much more than I do, and I'm glad for the administration of this site and all the hard work they do to keep everyone, like myself, in line. And even with such a strong character, keeping in line is exactly what I have planned.
Please give a brief background on your minor god**Minor Gods Only**:
Theme Song: "Confessions" by City and Color.
I've been up for days,
Trying to find a way to write this confession down
Seems every line I write's a miss,
At least this I'll admit
For what I've done, I am not proud
But there's no need to pretend, no need for innocence
I've got to be honest now
My verdict has come in,
It says I'm guilty for my sins this time.
I thought I could escape,
But then I finally felt the weight,
Of my crimes.
It's passion, it's not love,
Infatuation never ends up right.
At least I won't be alone tonight.
'Cuz I don't want to be alone tonight.
The prosecution rests,
With convincing evidence.
It seems I've been deceived.
So now I stand alone and wait for the first stone,
To be cast upon me.
My verdict has come in,
It says I'm guilty for my sins this time.
I thought I could escape,
But then I finally felt the weight
Of my crimes.
It's passion, it's not love,
Infatuation never ends up right.
At least I won't be alone tonight.
At least I won't be alone tonight.
'Cuz I don't want to be alone tonight.
...
The Puppeteer:
Name/ Alias: Jameson / Joe
Age: 18
How long have you been role playing?: Seven, coming up on eight years.
Rate Your RPing 1-5 Stars according to our Star Rule (1 = beginner. 5= most advanced): Four.
How did you find us?: Support, but I've been on this site for probably about two and a half months now, maybe :]
Role Playing Sample:
Fight coursed through him, adrenaline made his muscles feel like they were made out of liquid steel and Joe's focus was ironclad. He grabbed wrists and kicked chins, he knocked legs out from under kids and rocked their heads back with solid punches. His knuckles were bright and sore, and currently white as he clenched his staff. The mage spun it, bashing heads and casting spells. Fireballs slammed into rebels chests knocking them onto their backs, the floor froze under two rebels as they charged a wounded resistance fighter and they fell scrambling. As the boy turned to his right, he felt a hot sting of pain dash across his cheek and rage flow through his body like the blood that was now streaming down his face.
With a battle cry, Joe stepped in towards his attacker to get under his guard, and brought his palm up hard under the rebels chin. The attacking boy screamed in pain and clenched his mouth, fresh red blood squeezing between his fingers. As far as Joe knew, the boy had probably bitten his tongue off and was out of the fight for a while. Just for good measure, the son of Hecate slammed his elbow into the kids solar plexus and kicked his knee out, bringing the boy to the ground. Josef Rosell would not use a bladed weapon, he absolutely refused to kill another human being. Beating them brutally unconscious and crippled was another thing.
Joe quickly looked up and saw a daughter of Apollo knock an arrow to its string and pull it back, he flicked Merlin in his hands at the arrow, watching the bowstring snap back into place and the arrow, now a brilliantly colored snake, lash out at the archer. A cry of "Shield me, shield me!" came from Joes left, and the boy looked over to see a son of...Aphrodite? Fixing a bandanna? Typical. The mage flicked his wrist and caught the accessory on fire.
Chaos was everywhere, and before he could properly assert the situation, Joe felt his heart almost stop as a son of Zeus he presumed, electrocuted and overloaded the bodies of many fighters around him. The massacre was awful, and the witch felt tears sting his eyes from the pain it caused his heart. Leaping over another table and punching a rebel hard in the throat as she raised an axe up high, Joe baseball slid to the unconscious boy, ducking under flying arrows and javelins.
"Get up! Get up you dumb, son of a bitch!," Joe roared, trying to pull the kid to his feet. But he could feel the energy had left from the boy, and he would probably be safer just to set down. Doing so, the mage fired off a few more spells, including some of his favorites. A rebels helmet began to wiggle, and then snarl violently as teeth grew from it and it began to attempt to eat its owners head. Another camper suddenly found that his shield was nothing but clay, and a resistance fighters sword slipped right through it, piercing the rebels chest.
Joe pivoted on his heel, Merlin at the ready, just wanting to do something...anything to turn this battle. The rebels were thinning out at least. Scanning hard, he saw a girl with gorgeous red hair being held at spearpoint. Wait...wasn't that Jakes sister Ella!? Joe took off in their direction, magic and adrenaline fueling his body. He hoped he got to her in time... Out of the corner of his eye, Joe saw Levi! Finally, someone useful! "Levi, a hand here!?," Joe yelled, slowing his sprint and bringing up his guard. He had no idea what was going to happen next.
With a battle cry, Joe stepped in towards his attacker to get under his guard, and brought his palm up hard under the rebels chin. The attacking boy screamed in pain and clenched his mouth, fresh red blood squeezing between his fingers. As far as Joe knew, the boy had probably bitten his tongue off and was out of the fight for a while. Just for good measure, the son of Hecate slammed his elbow into the kids solar plexus and kicked his knee out, bringing the boy to the ground. Josef Rosell would not use a bladed weapon, he absolutely refused to kill another human being. Beating them brutally unconscious and crippled was another thing.
Joe quickly looked up and saw a daughter of Apollo knock an arrow to its string and pull it back, he flicked Merlin in his hands at the arrow, watching the bowstring snap back into place and the arrow, now a brilliantly colored snake, lash out at the archer. A cry of "Shield me, shield me!" came from Joes left, and the boy looked over to see a son of...Aphrodite? Fixing a bandanna? Typical. The mage flicked his wrist and caught the accessory on fire.
Chaos was everywhere, and before he could properly assert the situation, Joe felt his heart almost stop as a son of Zeus he presumed, electrocuted and overloaded the bodies of many fighters around him. The massacre was awful, and the witch felt tears sting his eyes from the pain it caused his heart. Leaping over another table and punching a rebel hard in the throat as she raised an axe up high, Joe baseball slid to the unconscious boy, ducking under flying arrows and javelins.
"Get up! Get up you dumb, son of a bitch!," Joe roared, trying to pull the kid to his feet. But he could feel the energy had left from the boy, and he would probably be safer just to set down. Doing so, the mage fired off a few more spells, including some of his favorites. A rebels helmet began to wiggle, and then snarl violently as teeth grew from it and it began to attempt to eat its owners head. Another camper suddenly found that his shield was nothing but clay, and a resistance fighters sword slipped right through it, piercing the rebels chest.
Joe pivoted on his heel, Merlin at the ready, just wanting to do something...anything to turn this battle. The rebels were thinning out at least. Scanning hard, he saw a girl with gorgeous red hair being held at spearpoint. Wait...wasn't that Jakes sister Ella!? Joe took off in their direction, magic and adrenaline fueling his body. He hoped he got to her in time... Out of the corner of his eye, Joe saw Levi! Finally, someone useful! "Levi, a hand here!?," Joe yelled, slowing his sprint and bringing up his guard. He had no idea what was going to happen next.