Post by Lance Nicolas Shade on Feb 19, 2011 17:28:17 GMT -8
Shade, Lance Nicolas
DEMIGOD
1st Year at Camp
Age: 16
Son of Hephaestus
DEMIGOD
1st Year at Camp
Age: 16
Son of Hephaestus
Appearance:
Eye(s): Cerulean Blue eyes
Hair: straight brown hair
Height: 5' 10"
Build Type: Lightly muscled
Brief Description:
Lance Shade Played-By Sterling Beaumon. Lance tends to wear whatever is comfortable, he loves to go outside and do anything and tends to have alot of pent up energy. The exercise makes him lean and a fast runner, that and the face he has been chased by older brothers who think he's a stalker.
Background:
Mortal Parent(s):
MOTHER;; Sharon Fionn Shade. job. 40.
STEP-FATHER;; Nathan William Shade. job. 35.
Other Family:
Pets: (non-magical or winged horses only please! If you want magical please PM Echoe or Admin...)
Brief History:
Yes he was born on a train, no it's not an interesting story just an interesting fact. He grew up fairly normal, sure odd things happened once in a while but nothing really big. He was always with his family for the holidays, heck he was just always with his family living in the same house kinda does that to you. He does not know when he became addicted to video games, but at some point in his life he was always outside playing with his friends. To stay inside and play video games and let things like sun shine or snow go to waste were unheard of for him when he was younger.
The most traumatic event for him is probably the day he lost his best friend, he still blames himself for it. He had not trusted his friend , had not listened to him and it caused his death. It may be the root of why Lance will trust people so readily now, or that he will go through any lengths for his friends. He watched his friend die slowly and painfully, the incident left him mute for a period of time. He was in and out doctors' offices for a while before he could be somewhat normal around other people. He was never really the same after the incident, he had been a very selfish person with a kind of only child' syndrome going on. Afterward he was much more kind to people, but also seemed to begin keeping his distance trusting but not talking to them. It was rather weird and his parents did what they could to help their son though it all.
After finding out he was a demi-god he was so happy, it was almost as if he had become a chosen hero like in the games he played. Then he found out he could not play his games at the camp and broke down in tears crying himself to sleep hugging his game systems. It was a pitiful site for the next few days he mopped into and out of classes.
Personality: Lance is a man of few words, and fewer friends. He would prefer to have his nose in his DS than anything else and the fact his modern technology like mp3, PSP, and Gameboy not working on campus sometimes rubs him the wrong way. Not in the he'll bite your head off kind of way, but more the he wants to break into tears kind of way. He cries easily, sad movies, sad game endings, sappy stories from the random homeless person on the corner, all of these things will drag a fountain of tears from Lance. Though it's just as easy to get a smile from him.
Because of how he plays his games he has come to have an odd, perhaps too strong, loyalty to his friends. Honestly he would follow his friend to the pits of hell if they asked him. This pertains mostly to his close friends whom he trusts, though he tends to trust easily and it's rather hard to lose his trust. It is also a bit hard to tear him away from whatever latest game he has acquired, which can range from an FPS to a JRPG. This means he has few friends to try and take advantage of him as most give up trying to talk to him or are scared away by the slight creeper tendencies he has. Yes he has creeper tendencies, for his friends. Stalking them online and sometimes showing up at their house, work, while they are shopping, any time his electronic devices need charging he will show up where you are, even if you did not tell anyone about it.
He tends to be a little bit empathic, he's happy if the people around him are happy, sad if they are sad, but it takes alot to anger him. Often it involves injustice, prejudice and anything insultive to his friends. His anger is not the type that most people are used to, he does not yell or get violent. He will get between whatever he cares about and the attacker(physical or verbal) and speaks to them in a strong serious tone of voice, that somehow sends shivers down your spine.
Likes:
- Video Games
- Table Top Games
- friends
- apples
- potato chips
- all vegetables
- chick flicks
- swings
- making people smile
- nature
- chocolate milk
- rock music
- Drum and Bass
- winter
- Fluffy things
- snow
- Hanging out with friends (even if they don't realize it)
Dislikes:
- injustice
- prejudice
- hard candies
- anger
- most fruit
- cold
- dead batteries
- flying
- blood
- The color red
Skills:
- good hand eye coordination
- fighting games
- chugging an energy drink in 2.3 sec
- Whittling
- Making things with his hands
- Dodging
- Cleaning
Weaknesses:
- short memory span
- short attention span
- blind faith in people
- becomes physically sick if there is alot of red(even worse if it's blood)
- fricken stalker sometimes
Passions:
- Major Atlus fan-boy
- Learning how things work
Fears:
- Death of anyone else(no so much about his own)
- Losing his mass collection of rare games
Hobbies:
- Video Games
- Whittling
Fighting Specialty: Naginata ~ pole arm with a long blade at the end. 8ft tall, 3ft curved blade.
Describe the extent of your powers/abilities: Quick learner about how things work mechanically, able to reproduce things he has learned after a few tries(and singed hair), resistant to fire(though his clothes at not)
Fatal Flaw:
Blind Faith in people
Theme Song: Someone Who Cares ~ by Three Days Grace
Every street in this city
Is the same to me
Everyone's got a place to be
But there's no room for me
Am I to blame when the guilt and the shame
Hang over me
Like a dark cloud that chases you down
In the pouring rain
It's so hard to find someone who
Cares about you
But it's easy enough to find someone who
Looks down on you
Why is it so hard to find someone
Who cares about you?
When it's easy enough to find someone
Who looks down on you
It's not what it seems when you're not on the scene
There's a chill in the air
But there's people like me that nobody sees
So nobody cares
Why is it so hard to find someone
Who cares about you?
When it's easy enough to find someone
Who looks down on you
Why is it so hard to find someone
Who can keep it together when you've come undone?
Why is it so hard to find someone
Who cares about you?
I swear this time it won't turn out the same
'Cause now Ive got myself to blame
And you'll know when we end up on the streets
That it's easy enough to find someone
Who looks down on you
Why is it so hard to find someone
Who cares about you?
When it's easy enough to find someone
Who looks down on you
Why is it so hard to find someone
Who can keep it together when you've come undone?
Why is it so hard to find someone
Who cares about you?
...
The Puppeteer:
Name/ Alias: Step
Age: 21
How long have you been role playing?: 6 years
How did you find us?: Aiden is my Sis and twisted my arm...literally
Role Playing Sample:
Lance followed the older male, though he wonder if this misunderstanding was already resolved why he had to continue to talk to him. He was not comfortable, he was very nervous and still wanted nothing more than to run screaming down the stairs and into his common room where this person would not be able to find him. That was obviously the best option but no, no he followed. Lance had though the same thing about simply going upstairs to the boys bathroom, but he had tried that the first time with not so great result. What was that saying again? The definition of insanity was doing the same thing and expecting different results? Yeah, that. Sure Lance would admit he was a little off about many things, but not so much that. The thought that since he did not expect different outcomes maybe he was not insane! Yes obviously, he was a perfectly normal person. He sighed, a little hope never killed anyone. Still he knew most people viewed him as slightly psychotic, which he supposed was right. Just a little though, the whole following people that he thought of as being perfectly acceptable and society did not? That made him just a little different. Not that big a deal though, he left people alone when they asked. With pepper spray. Or a fist.
"Oh- uh, Lance." his heart seemed like it stopped, oh yeah he just told the perfect his name. This was great, he was probably going to have some great laughs over this later with his friends. Ah friends, it would be nice if Lance had them. Maybe he could laugh about it with them too. At the moment he had perhaps two perspective friends and they were both females. He doubted they would laugh much over this. Perhaps the gamer chick, she seemed cool enough, but nah. He doubted he could talk about this. Ever. Again.
He supposed walking away from the bathroom was better, and left them without any weird rumors or questions, but why on earth where they still there? Why was he simply following this person without asking who, what, or why? In fact he was not saying much of anything, very unusual for Lance. He looked around then at the floor and back up. "Your...name?"
Yes Lance you are brilliant, that was the best sentence ever, and spoken so well too! He wanted to hit himself. In the face, with a baseball bat. It was obviously the only way to get him back to normal again. Maybe if he tried making a joke out of it the embarrassment would go away. Maybe if the giant lump in his throat would go away he could make a joke!
"Oh- uh, Lance." his heart seemed like it stopped, oh yeah he just told the perfect his name. This was great, he was probably going to have some great laughs over this later with his friends. Ah friends, it would be nice if Lance had them. Maybe he could laugh about it with them too. At the moment he had perhaps two perspective friends and they were both females. He doubted they would laugh much over this. Perhaps the gamer chick, she seemed cool enough, but nah. He doubted he could talk about this. Ever. Again.
He supposed walking away from the bathroom was better, and left them without any weird rumors or questions, but why on earth where they still there? Why was he simply following this person without asking who, what, or why? In fact he was not saying much of anything, very unusual for Lance. He looked around then at the floor and back up. "Your...name?"
Yes Lance you are brilliant, that was the best sentence ever, and spoken so well too! He wanted to hit himself. In the face, with a baseball bat. It was obviously the only way to get him back to normal again. Maybe if he tried making a joke out of it the embarrassment would go away. Maybe if the giant lump in his throat would go away he could make a joke!
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