Post by Damian Monroe on Aug 12, 2011 8:56:21 GMT -8
Monroe, Damian
DEMIGOD
#1st Year at Camp
Age: 16
Son of Moros
Alliance: Undecided
DEMIGOD
#1st Year at Camp
Age: 16
Son of Moros
Alliance: Undecided
Appearance:
Eye(s): Bright blue
Hair: Dirty blonde
Height: 6'2
Build Type: Muscular, strong shoulders, arms and legs. Not really visible on his stomach.
Brief Description: He's tall and lanky, his hair is in a skater cut unless it's spiked up. You can't really see his muscles unless they're on his arms. His legs and stomach won't be as pronounced unless he has been working on something physical like his sword fighting, or from just running around a lot.
Background:
Mortal Parent(s): Lindsey Monroe (Mother)
Other Family: None
Pets: A stuffed animal turtle and carrot he likes to take on walks.
Brief History: Damian is a good quiet kid... ever since he was little he was seen as the kid who would listen and then help people out... it was as if after you talked to him about your problems... they seemed to become better. Like when a little girl had told him her parents were fighting, and within the next week her parents had made a good comeback in their relationship. Stopping their fighting around their daughter... and within the year, the minimal fighting stopped completely. Damian would always take pitty on the people who came to him with problems. And for some reason... after they'd talked to him, they're life would get just a bit better... it would take some time... but it would always work out.
Around the age of twelve Damian was kidnapped by a man who had heard about what he did when he was younger. The man was hell bent on having his friend get broken out of jail. And when he heard about the people who talked to Damian and things always turned out right for them, he'd decided to pay Damian a little visit and have a little chat.
Damian had forced himself to not think about what the man was telling him. Trying to keep himself calm and not help the mans friend get out of jail. He'd done everything to distract himself... he would bite his lip so hard he could only focus on the pain, he would also recite songs that he loved out loud and in his head.
About an hour or so later, he was saved. Police had entered and arrested the man and put him in a jail cell right across from his friends. The only good thing that ever came to the men was a dollor for each of them with a note that had said, "Here, buy yourself a candy bar when you get out. It'll only be a couple of years. -Damian"
After that had happened... Damian's mom had decided that he was ready to learn about his father. Moros is the God of fate, or some people would call doom. It would explain how Damian could some what control what would be the fate of peoples lives. Even though he couldn't do it all the time, and it was something that didn't always turn out right. Even though Moros his father would be better known for giving mortals fates that would doom them for eons, Damian would rather help people, than basically place a curse on them.
Personality:
Likes:
- Helping people
- Listening
- Being cocky
- Open spaces
- Music
Dislikes:
- People who abuse his/their powers
- Small spaces
- Being tied up
- Insults to his family
- liars
Skills:
- Sword fighting
- Being patient
- Stealth
- Listening then doing
- His powers
Weaknesses:
- Lack of drive
- Small areas (rooms ext, ext)
- A sob story
- Family issues
Passions:
- Helping people
- Being quiet but dangerous
Fears:
- Being caught in something
- Making a mistake
Hobbies:
- Story telling
- Sword fighting
Fighting Specialty: He's very good with a sword, since he's able to change his errors before he makes them, he lands most every blow on his target. Strangely... he's no good at archery, even though he could make it so he wouldn't miss each shot he fired... he's just never liked the feel of standing off in the background with a far ranged weapon. He likes carrying two swords instead of just one... it makes him feel like he has more power, and he doesn't like the feel of a shield dragging down his left arm. He's amazing with both hands when he's fighting, that's what gives him an edge... even though he normally doesn't fight with his powers because it takes awhile for them to kick in... he mostly fights with just whatever skill he's acquired at camp.
Describe the extent of your powers/abilities: Damian is able to control peoples fate... not a big part of it... but something small. So he wouldn't be able to determine how their going to die, and he can't make it so they die sooner than later. But he can control small things, like if someone is going to find something they lost, if someone is going to get out of a trap, if someone is going to win a board game. But it doesn't always work... and it takes time for it to kick in. The more extreme the thing he's trying to make happen, the more time it will take.
Fatal Flaw: Trying to help everyone, and not help himself. It's like he would rather have himself get killed and let everyone else go free. Or when he was little, he adored listening to people to help them out with their problems. And he wouldn't care to help himself.
Please describe why you think you can stabilize a powerful character. Minimum of two well-developed paragraphs **Big Three Only**:
Please give a brief background on your minor god**Minor Gods Only**: Moros (Greek: Μόρος, English: doom, fate) is the personification of impending doom, who drives mortals to their deadly fate.[1][2][3][4] He is one of the offspring of Nyx (Night), who had conceived him without male intervention, and brother of the Moirae (Fates).
Theme Song: Secrets of the Republic
I need another story
Something to get off my chest
My life gets kind of boring
Need something that i can confess
Till all my sleaves are stained red
From all the truth that I've said
Come by it honestly I swear
Thought you saw me wink, no, I've been on the brink, so
[Chorus]
Tell me what you want to hear
Something that'll like those ears
Sick of all the act sencere
So I'm gonna give all my secrets away
This time
Don't need another perfect line
Don't care if critics never jump in line
I'm Gonna give all my secrets away
My God, amazing how we got this far
It's like were chacing all those stars
Whoes driver shining big black cars
And everyday I see the news
All the problems we could solve
And when a situation rises
We'll ride it into a moutain
Straight to though
I don't really like my flow, oh, so
[Chorus]
Tell me what you want to hear
Something that'll like those ears
Sick of all the act sencere
So I'm gonna give all my secrets away
This time
Don't need another perfect line
Don't care if critics never jump in line
I'm Gonna give all my secrets away
Got no reason
Got no shame
Got no family
I can blame
Just don't let me dissappier
I'mma tell you everything
[Chorus 2x]
Tell me what you want to hear
Something that'll like those ears
Sick of all the act sencere
So I'm gonna give all my secrets away
This time
Don't need another perfect line
Don't care if critics never jump in line
I'm Gonna give all my secrets away
All my secrets away (x2)
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Role Playing Sample:
Louis stood at the park, a basket in his hands that was filled with food, and at his feet sat the latest world cup soccer ball that his brother had gotten him for his birthday. He was ready for his date with Britt. They'd planned on playing a game of soccer, and then eating afterwards, so he'd asked Britt to bring a large blanket for them to sit on. Louis had a spot cleared out, small orange cones were creating a small rectangle that went around two trees. Giving them some goals to score on.
The fun was about to begin when Britt showed up. She'd said that she was going to kick his butt at soccer... if she did. He would take his defeat like a man. Then he would probably challenge her to a rematch. Giving him another chance to look like he knew what he was doing.
Louie placed the basket on the ground and started to roll the soccer ball under his foot. He was only wearing sneakers so if he slipped and fell... he would just have to look like an idiot for the time being.
The fun was about to begin when Britt showed up. She'd said that she was going to kick his butt at soccer... if she did. He would take his defeat like a man. Then he would probably challenge her to a rematch. Giving him another chance to look like he knew what he was doing.
Louie placed the basket on the ground and started to roll the soccer ball under his foot. He was only wearing sneakers so if he slipped and fell... he would just have to look like an idiot for the time being.