Post by Trevor Alope on Feb 1, 2011 12:31:29 GMT -8
Alope, Trevor
Demigod
2 Year at Camp
Age: 14
Son/Daughter of Poseidon
Demigod
2 Year at Camp
Age: 14
Son/Daughter of Poseidon
Appearance:
Eye(s): Green
Hair: Sandy blond
Height:5’ 6”
Build Type: Swimmer’s body, lean and toned, broad shoulders
Background:
Mortal Parent(s): Juliet Alope
Other Family:
Pets: Golden retriever Age: 1 year old, Orca Whale Age: 3 years old
Brief History: Trevor had grown up in the cool temperatures of Seattle, Washington. He lived with his single mom; Juliet who was a marine biologist. She took him out to work with her one cold day. Growing up he had always spent hours in the water, and he couldn’t imagine living in a land locked state. This time of year was important because his mother had just started her work on Orca Whales. It was their migrating season and Trevor insisted on going with her. While the young boy was swimming around he found a baby Orca that had gotten lost from its pod. After his mom had finished her studies on it they reconnected it with its pod. However, the young Orca wanted to follow them. As time went on the Orca seemed to always be able to find Trevor when he was in the ocean.
Personality:
Likes:
- Water
- Sword fighting
- Horses
- Music
Dislikes:
- Quick tempers
- Oil tycoon’s
- Cleaning
- High pitched noises
Skills:
- Swimming
- Horseback riding
- Sword fighting
Weaknesses:
- Self-conscious
- Heights
Passions:
- Boats
- Not being eaten
Fears:
- Heights
- Flying
Hobbies:
- Swimming
- Horses
Fighting Specialty: Defense fighting
His defense with a sword is near impregnable. This doesn't mean that he's impossible to hit, he's just a lot harder to hit than most. And if he's got a shield to defend with he's even better; using both as a weapon and a distraction.
Describe the extent of your powers/abilities:
Trevor has the ability to breathe underwater. His clothes only become wet if he wants them too, and he can create air bubbles for others to use to breathe if they aren’t in possession of any water breathing abilities. He has manipulation powers over the water, but this is strongest with seawater and if he overuses it, he can become tired. He can travel at rapid speeds through water, if there is a connecting flow between where he is an where he wants to go. So for instance, he cannot travel from the lake to the sea if there is no river in between.
As all Poseidon children can do, Trevor can communicate with anything equine.
Fatal Flaw: Brashness. He tends to rush into situations without assessing the situation.
Theme Song: Sitting by the dock of the Bay (Sara Bareilles)
Lyrics Sittin' in the mornin' sun
I'll be sittin' when the evenin' come
Watching the ships roll in
And then I watch 'em roll away again, yeah
I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay
Watching the tide roll away
Ooo, I'm just sittin' on the dock of the bay
Wastin' time
I left my home in Georgia
Headed for the 'Frisco bay
'Cause I've had nothing to live for
And look like nothin's gonna come my way
So I'm just gonna sit on the dock of the bay
Watching the tide roll away
Ooo, I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay
Wastin' time
Look like nothing's gonna change
Everything still remains the same
I can't do what ten people tell me to do
So I guess I'll remain the same, yes
Sittin' here resting my bones
And this loneliness won't leave me alone
It's two thousand miles I roamed
Just to make this dock my home
Now, I'm just gonna sit at the dock of the bay
Watching the tide roll away
Oooo-wee, sittin' on the dock of the bay
Wastin' time
...
The Puppeteer:
Name/ Alias: Chris
Age: 21
How long have you been role playing?: 5 years
How did you find us?: Mutant Revolution Online RPG advertising area
Role Playing Sample: (Taken from a site I RP at already)
Streak flew, for the last time in a while, north through Oregon and Washington. He had made it into Canada without any serious run ins with people. Sure there were a few that wanted to kill him, like the Navy Seal in Minnesota or the biker gang in Montana. But that was just a few people, that didn't include the rest of the nation. He'd also run into a very nice family in Nebraska that offered to let him stay there as long as he liked. It all seemed balanced. The thought of the David's welcoming family put a smile on his face as he passed over the border and into British Columbia. It was a drastic change between the United States and Canada.
Not to say that it was like going into a third world country but it looked more like the final frontier. There was just nothing there but trees as far as the eye could see. Streak banked a hard right and headed into the sun. Things were going well and he was following the jet stream. He didn't realize how high up in the air he was until he saw that he was in line with what looked like was a Boeing 747. The plane happened to be flying in the same direction and so Streak decided to have some fun. He caught up with the jet easily. There was no competition. Streak could have easily gone faster than the plane was going.
He flew to one side of the plane where most of the windows were open. That would catch most people's attention. There were some kids sitting with their faces pressed against the windows. There started to be a commotion as the kids pointed Streak out to their parents. "Mommy look it! Look there a man outside the plane." The kids said to their parents. Streak could read some of their mouths because they didn't bother to turn away from the window afraid they might loose sight of the silver man. "Now honey ho w many times do I have to tell you. People can't fly. It's just not possible." Some of the mother said to their kids before they looked out the window and saw him. Streak waved at the kids. This was more interesting than he thought it would be. By this time their parents had seen him and more and more people were staring out the window's at him.
He thought it might be fun to put on a show. Streak zoomed ahead of the plane. The silver man started, literally, flying circles around the plane. People in all sections of the plane were now looking out their windows, hoping to catch a glimpse of the silver man who can fly. The kids were having fun and so was Streak. He would see them run from side to side on the plane trying to keep him in view. It didn't work to well. Streak flew through the lane this time. The kids started jumping up and down trying to reach Streak. The ceiling of the plane was closer to the ground than Streak expected it would be. One parent got smart and grabbed Streak's legs. He went down and hit the ground. The flight attendants and others rushed Streak and pinned him down. He hadn't expected this. There was nothing he could do. One flight attendant said, "We ask all parents to get their children in their seats so we can deal with this problem." The voice was calm and practiced. Many of the parents held him down. Once the kids settled down and were back in their seats Streak said to one of the attendants, "Let me go. You have no reason to hold me here. I did nothing wrong." His voice was not panicked or scared but it was annoyed.
Streak struggled against the tight grips of the passengers. The voice sounded familiar, like from a dream. Streak couldn't place it. "'Didn't do anything wrong?'" Came the cold harsh voice of one of the flight attendants. He stopped struggling and listened to the person speaking. "How about, flying next to our plane and causing a disturbance. Being alive after some many tries to kill you." The voice was so familiar. Then the face came into view. It was him. The man that haunted his dreams ever so long after the camps had finished and everything had been put aside. Streak's face went from shock to fear. "I see you've healed well. And you still remember me. That's good. You have a good memory. The man touched Streaks face his it made his skin want to crawl. He didn't look the same. No. He looked older, and yet somehow more worn on than Streak remembered...
Minimum of FIVE well developed paragraphs, please.
Why do you think you can stabilize a powerful character?: I like to write and since I've been RPing for so long I have learned how to censor myself before the character gets out of control. I've also learned how to keep my character within the bounds that I've created them in.
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