Post by Isaac Wayne on May 18, 2011 0:38:32 GMT -8
Wayne, Isaac “Ike” Reginwulf
DEMIGOD
New to Camp
Age: 19
Son of Herakles.
Alliance: Resistance (eventually)
DEMIGOD
New to Camp
Age: 19
Son of Herakles.
Alliance: Resistance (eventually)
Appearance:
Eye(s): Brown
Hair: Brown
Height: 6’3”
Build Type: Muscular, lean, but not so muscular as to lose agility
Brief Description: Isaac Wayne looks the part of a football or basketball player. Lean, muscular, his form almost seems to radiate strength and speed. He has brown hair that he has worn in a variety of lengths, from military short to shoulder-length, with the only consistency being that he is a permanent bedhead. He has a strong jawline, intense brown eyes, and his face is intimidating when he’s angry or unhappy. But when he’s smiling, it’s almost like he has a baby face--years vanish and he becomes much more approachable. Above all, his body is built, every inch of it, for power and battle.
Background:
Mortal Parent(s): Angela Wayne
Other Family: Eric Miller (uncle), Heather Miller (aunt), Holly Miller (cousin)
Pets: -
Brief History: Isaac Wayne was born of Herakles, a god of Olympus, and Angela Wayne, a former member of the Army Rangers. Unlike many demigods, he was claimed by Herakles from the beginning of his life, although he wasn’t aware of who his father actually was until he was around eight years old. Herakles, unlike many of his fellow gods, had once been human, and as such, was far more in tune with the mortal world and mortal thought than they. So he chose to interact with Isaac and his mother on a regular basis, and even contributed to his middle name--Reginwulf, which means “wolf of the gods.” Isaac, who should have attracted monsters with his presence, was protected by these visits, which caused the aura of Herakles to linger and cover Isaac’s aura. Herakles, who had spent his life slaying monsters, was anathema to them, and no monster dared approach the area.
Unfortunately, due to his powers and his personality, Isaac could no longer go to public school, where his super strength would be revealed very quickly. As a result, he ended up home schooled by his mother, which meant he only learned the basics of most academic subjects--especially English, which he had trouble with--but learned a lot about combat, warfare, tactics, and strategy. His father’s regular visits taught him other skills and knowledge, as well. This would continue for many years, until one day, Herakles found himself unable to return. Events necessitated that he remain upon Olympus as its most powerful warrior and champion. While Herakles rarely bothered with the rules, he could not disobey a direct order from Zeus. He spoke to Isaac in his dreams, telling him that he and his mother had to head for New York, to find a camp where he would be safe. They made plans to fly from Nebraska to New York as soon as possible, but the attacks happened even before they left--Isaac was attacked by a pair of cerastes, four-horned snakes. Isaac managed to kill them both, but not before his mother was fatally bitten.
Bitter and furious at the death of his mother, Isaac set out for the camp, seeing it as the only place to find answers and vengeance. He took the heads of the snakes, which formed themselves into knuckled gauntlets for him to wear. At the airport, he found a satyr waiting for him, to help him travel to Camp Half-Blood. They were attacked a few more times during the journey…
Personality: Isaac, or “Ike” as he is usually called, is friendly, charming, empathetic, and very outgoing. He can be loud, and every word he speaks tells of his pride and confidence, but he can also back that attitude up with actions. He seems fearless and daring, and is even more impulsive than demigods usually are. He makes an excellent friend, as his strong emotions allow him to easily put himself in another’s position, which allows him to sympathize with people’s problems, and gives him an intuitive ability to sense when someone else is out of sorts. He is a hard worker, and is always willing to help others out.
However, Isaac is far from perfect. His strong emotions are a double-edged sword. He can get stubborn at times, and while his temper isn’t as fast nor as obvious as his father’s, Isaac is still relatively quick-tempered. Where his father was prone to loud tantrums, Isaac’s anger makes him go quiet and stop smiling, and in this state, he is extremely dangerous to approach, willing to verbally abuse and even attack nearly anyone. He can fall in love and stay in love easily, but his emotions mean he can sometimes fall in love with multiple people, and he is easy to seduce, which makes him a difficult person to be in a relationship with. It’s not that he wants to cheat on anyone, his mind is just wired to run on feelings, and as such, if a woman wants him and is willing to do whatever it takes to get him, she will have him--even if only temporarily.
Outside of relationships, however, Isaac’s moral compass is shod in iron, and he absolutely will not violate it, nor stand to see it violated in his presence. And he doesn’t particularly care if anyone agrees with his morals or not, he will stubbornly abide by them, regardless of any potential consequences. This may bring him problems, as one of his beliefs is of gender equality, so if a girl does something that a guy would get punched for, he will punch the girl. Despite gender equality being such a prevalent belief in society today, guys hitting girls is still a double standard that most men won’t cross, and he has been attacked in the past for such actions. Isaac also believes in people being told when they’re wrong, regardless of rank, and this is most likely going to result in him getting smote by some irate Olympian in the future.
Likes:
- Women
- Music
- Partying
- Fighting
- Working
Dislikes:
- Liars
- Betrayal
- Bullies
- Having to hold back his strength
- Boredom
Skills:
- He is a skilled guitar player, as the guitar is a descendant of the cithara, an instrument that Herakles excelled at.
- He has unparalleled skill among mortals in pankration, the fighting style created by Herakles.
- Top-class archery skills. His accuracy is second to that of the children of Apollo and the Hunters of Artemis, but the power of his shots is unequaled thanks to his strength.
- Adept at survival skills, such as building, cooking, and repairs, thanks to his mother.
- He is pragmatic and quick-thinking, able to find unique solutions to difficult fights quickly and consider options that others might think dirty--these traits are inherited from both parents.
Weaknesses:
- Has a tendency to forego bladed weapons in favor of his bare fists or a blunt weapon, which makes killing monsters more difficult for him--though by no means does he refuse to use a sword, he just prefers a club or mace. He does like axes though.
- He lacks “book smarts” in general, and while he is no means stupid, he can be ignorant to things most people consider common knowledge.
- He can be stubborn at times, particularly when it’s something dealing with his moral compass, and this can make him difficult to work with.
- He runs on his emotions, rather than rational thought. While not nearly as bad as his father, this can cause problems, such as being seduced more easily than normal, or losing control of his temper and becoming dangerous to his allies, for example. This makes him a good friend, but can make manipulating him simple.
- As the son of Herakles, he is a major target for many monsters, as his father made the world safe for mankind by all but wiping out the monsters in ancient times. As such, he is actually in more danger than other demigods, and likely to be targeted by larger groups of monsters.
Passions:
- Training
- Competitions of any kind
Fears:
- Mental manipulation--Isaac doesn’t know much about Greek myths, but he knows how susceptible his father was to bouts of induced madness.
- Poison, the one thing that eventually bested his father.
Hobbies:
- Woodcarving
- Guitar
- Chess
Fighting Specialty: Pankration (bare-handed combination of wrestling and boxing)
Describe the extent of your powers/abilities:
Super strength: As the son of Herakles, Isaac has a large degree of super-strength, greater than the children of any other god. He is capable of performing feats such as lifting cars, boulders, or large monsters, and throwing them. His body is tough and durable enough to handle his own superior strength. While Herakles is considered a minor god, he was able to go toe-to-toe with Apollo and best Ares, even as a mortal, and is still considered one of the more powerful gods of Olympus, and his son displays that same presence among the demigods.
Defiance: As a child of Herakles, Isaac has the unique ability to totally or partially resist the powers of monsters, demigods, and even gods. While he cannot defy the gods to the extent that his father could, Isaac is capable of, for example, fighting their mental influences to a certain degree. His resistance against demigod abilities is more pronounced. The only beings whose powers Isaac cannot resist at all are those he is a direct descendant of: Herakles, Zeus, Rhea, and Cronos.
Monsterbane: Damage done by Isaac is not shrugged off by monsters as easily as normal. Even without a bladed weapon to pierce their hearts, he is capable of killing monsters through blunt trauma, strangling, and other methods that they would recover from in other circumstances. This is less useful against more powerful monsters, however: while the Hydra, for example, technically could be beaten to death, actually doing it would be impossible--it would kill Isaac long before he could ever do enough damage to it.
Fatal Flaw: Isaac’s fatal flaw is Wrath. He will go to great lengths to avenge or correct things that go against his moral beliefs or things that cause harm to his friends and loved ones.
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**: Herakles is the son of Zeus and Alcmene. He was born as Alcides, but renamed Herakles, which means Glory of Hera, in a futile attempt to placate her. Zeus took special care in the procreation of Herakles, intending him to be a god who would live his life as a mortal, who would make the world safe for mortals by destroying the most dangerous monsters, and who would be prepared to aid Olympus during the Gigantomachy. As such, Herakles ran on his emotions and experienced, in his life, all the dizzying highs and lows of the human condition. He lived as both hero and villain, as a king and as a slave, as a god and a mortal, defying the gods and obeying them. He was even forced by his father to betray a woman who had aided him in collecting the Golden Apple, that he might experience what it meant to betray another. Herakles begged Artemis to take that woman into her Hunters, and to keep secret the reasons behind his betrayal.
He destroyed many of the most dangerous monsters of Ancient Greece, some of whom would not be seen again until modern times. He also faced the Gigantomachy as the sole mortal who would aid the Olympians. It was during this battle that he saved Hera from Porphyrion’s attempted rape, an act that would finally gain him acceptance from the Queen of the Gods. Eventually, he was left in agonizing pain from a trap laid by the centaur, Nessus, and chose death rather than living with the agony. At his death, he ascended to Olympus, ready to serve the final purpose Zeus had sired him for: to bring to the gods a unique viewpoint, to help them understand the human mind, to understand things from the point of view of a mortal and a demigod. Thus did the Lion of Olympus become her eternal champion, and the favored son of Zeus took his place among his family.
Theme Song: What I’m Made Of ~Crush 40
I don't care what you're thinking
As you turn to me
Cause what I have in my two hands
Is enough to set me free.
(set me free)
I can fight the feeling
To resist it overtime.
But when it's just too much to take
You sneak up from behind
Is it me?
You say ... you're looking for
Let me show you who I am and what I'm
Here for...Here for.
Try to reach inside of me
Try to gain my energy
Let me show you just
What I'm made of
Simple Curiosity
Try to take a bite of me
Let me show you just
What I'm made of now
Like a million faces
I recognize them all
and one by one they've all become
a number as they fall
(as they fall)
In the face of reason
I can take no more
One by one they've all become
a black mark on the floor
Is it me?(is it me)
You say(you say) ... you're looking for
Let me show you who I am and what I
Have in store...in store.
Hey! Hey! Yeah!
Try to reach inside of me
Try to gain my energy
Let me show you just
What I'm made of
Simple Curiosity
Trying to take a bite of me
Let me show you just
What I'm made of now
You can't take another lifelong try.
You can't take another try.
[instrumental break]
Try to reach inside of me
Try to gain my energy
Let me show you just
What I'm made of
Simple Curiosity
Trying to take a bite of me
Let me show you just
What I'm made of now
Try to reach inside of me
(Let me show you what I'm Made of)
Try to gain my energy
(Let me show you what I'm Made of)
Let me show you just
What I'm made of
...
The Puppeteer:
Name/ Alias: Nick
Age: 25
How long have you been role playing?: I guess 14 years at this point XD *old*
Rate Your RPing 1-5 Stars according to our Star Rule (1 = beginner. 5= most advanced): Err…2 I guess? *_*
How did you find us?: RPG Directory is where the search started… XD
Role Playing Sample:
“Keep running, keep running!”
Hooves clopped a frantic rhythm on the ground beside the thunderous footfalls of a large man in combat boots. The satyr was dressed in a faded blue t-shirt, ripped and torn from the fights they had had since landing in New York. The youth beside him, a massive, muscular teenager, was dressed in army surplus--black boots, camo pants, and a shredded black shirt, the denim jacket he’d been wearing having long since been torn away. Dog tags gleamed from a tear in the shirt just below his neck. He was also wearing a pair of strange, dark green gloves. They were thick and looked scaly in nature, and on the back of each were four bone-colored rods, running parallel to the bones in his hand and ending in spiky protrusions over his knuckles. Both the satyr and the demigod had cuts and scratches all across their arms, and now they were weaponless. That, combined with their proximity to Camp Half-Blood, led Theodore to have them flee rather than attempt to ambush their pursuer. Sure, it was a lone dracanae…
But that dracanae had a bow.
Isaac’s feet kicked up dirt and needles with the force of every stride, his leg strength allowing him to move at a remarkable pace, even for a demigod--though Theodore, being a satyr, would still be overwhelming faster if he wasn’t matching Isaac’s speed. “The camp’s only half a mile away, if we stick to the forest where she can’t get a shot, we should be able to get in the borders before she--agh!” The satyr’s message was cut off as an arrow drove itself home into his calf. He hit the ground, bouncing and rolling, before he crashed into a tree. Isaac skidded to a halt, turning around to go back, but the satyr waved him away. “Keep going, I’ll stop her here!” He barely heard the command of the satyr; his attention was on the furry leg, and on the red liquid flowing forth from it. His mother had died too, just for being with him, and he hadn’t been able to save her. Now he was expected to just abandon someone else to the same fate?
To hell with that.
Isaac took off again, as though he was running to camp, but as soon as he was around the tree, he slipped into the underbrush and stopped. He didn’t have to wait long, as the dracanae appeared only a moment later, a second arrow nocked in her bow. She was scaly, like a snake, and her eyes were slitted. Her upper body was shaped like a human woman’s, and she wore chest armor. But her legs were snake tails, and she walked like a human dragging their feet, but with far greater speed than any human could manage like that. She stopped in front of the satyr and sniffed. “I sssmell demigod. Where did he go, sssatyr?”
Hooves clopped a frantic rhythm on the ground beside the thunderous footfalls of a large man in combat boots. The satyr was dressed in a faded blue t-shirt, ripped and torn from the fights they had had since landing in New York. The youth beside him, a massive, muscular teenager, was dressed in army surplus--black boots, camo pants, and a shredded black shirt, the denim jacket he’d been wearing having long since been torn away. Dog tags gleamed from a tear in the shirt just below his neck. He was also wearing a pair of strange, dark green gloves. They were thick and looked scaly in nature, and on the back of each were four bone-colored rods, running parallel to the bones in his hand and ending in spiky protrusions over his knuckles. Both the satyr and the demigod had cuts and scratches all across their arms, and now they were weaponless. That, combined with their proximity to Camp Half-Blood, led Theodore to have them flee rather than attempt to ambush their pursuer. Sure, it was a lone dracanae…
But that dracanae had a bow.
Isaac’s feet kicked up dirt and needles with the force of every stride, his leg strength allowing him to move at a remarkable pace, even for a demigod--though Theodore, being a satyr, would still be overwhelming faster if he wasn’t matching Isaac’s speed. “The camp’s only half a mile away, if we stick to the forest where she can’t get a shot, we should be able to get in the borders before she--agh!” The satyr’s message was cut off as an arrow drove itself home into his calf. He hit the ground, bouncing and rolling, before he crashed into a tree. Isaac skidded to a halt, turning around to go back, but the satyr waved him away. “Keep going, I’ll stop her here!” He barely heard the command of the satyr; his attention was on the furry leg, and on the red liquid flowing forth from it. His mother had died too, just for being with him, and he hadn’t been able to save her. Now he was expected to just abandon someone else to the same fate?
To hell with that.
Isaac took off again, as though he was running to camp, but as soon as he was around the tree, he slipped into the underbrush and stopped. He didn’t have to wait long, as the dracanae appeared only a moment later, a second arrow nocked in her bow. She was scaly, like a snake, and her eyes were slitted. Her upper body was shaped like a human woman’s, and she wore chest armor. But her legs were snake tails, and she walked like a human dragging their feet, but with far greater speed than any human could manage like that. She stopped in front of the satyr and sniffed. “I sssmell demigod. Where did he go, sssatyr?”
The dracanae hissed in anger, then drew back the bowstring, pointing the arrow directly into Theodore’s face. Isaac had had enough. He lunged out of the brush, grabbing the arrow directly, and time seemed to freeze as the monster looked at him. She laughed. “You think to ssssave your friend? You think you can keep thisss arrow from flying a foot out? Foolisssh boy.” She released the string…and the bow limb shot out of her hand, flying backwards and smashing into her face hard enough to bloody her nose. She flailed backwards, but Isaac reached out with his free hand and grabbed her by the throat, stopping her movement cold. “My dad is Herakles. I think that means I can.”
He saw the fear in her eyes just before he put her arrow in one ear and out the other.[/quote]
