Post by Gregory Holland on Mar 30, 2011 21:18:32 GMT -8
Holland, Gregory
DEMIGOD
4th Year at Camp
Age: 17
Son of Hephaestus.
Alliance: Resistance
DEMIGOD
4th Year at Camp
Age: 17
Son of Hephaestus.
Alliance: Resistance
Appearance:
Eye(s): Blue
Hair: Black and short
Height: 6’ 1”
Build Type: Athletic
Brief Description: Greg is one inch above the six foot mark, which in combination with a football player’s build makes him about the size of one of the Uruk-hai from Lord of the Rings. His hair is black and sort of looks like a longer version of a flat top. His eyes are a shade of blue that some would mistake for sea green. A smile can always be seen on his face when he is working and sometimes when he is not.
His natural affinity for building things from all sorts of materials like wood and metal means he occasionally has chippings of them on his clothes and in his hair. This affinity is also an obsession hat takes up most of his free time, which means he will have some a short beard after spending too much time working.
Greg’s clothing style does not have much of a range as he only own short sleeve shirts that are usually gray or brown, blue jeans and boots with steel toes in them for work purposes. He can also be seen with his blacksmith apron and gloves on, which is a good sign that he is either coming from or going to work on something.
Background:
Mortal Parent(s): Isabel Holland
Other Family: Carl Holland (Step Father), Richard Holland (Half Brother)
Pets: Leo, his Russian Tortoise
Brief History: Born and raised in Topeka, Kansas, Isabel Holland was an aspiring artist, but had to work as a waitress until her work was bought by someone. One day at work, she met a man who was designing a robot of some kind, but she mistook it for a doodle. The two of them began talking about his drawing, and eventually the two of them started dating. It seemed like Isabel might have something good, but one day the man she had been dating left her with only a metal hammer the size of a baby’s rattle toy and a note that read ‘I’m sorry’.
A few months later, she found out that she was pregnant, which meant that her career as an artist would probably never reach fruition as she would have to be able to take care of a child. After Greg was born, Isabel met a man named Carl, who was also a single parent. The two of them hit it off, and after six months of dating the two were married. With the added income of Carl, Isabel was finally able to get back to her artwork, which greatly influenced Gregory only he only seemed able to draw designs instead of portraits.
As the years progressed, Gregory seemed to evolve from just drawing designs to building them, which shocked both his mother and his step-father. It grew to the point that the front yard looked like it was housing the international inventors’ convention.
By the time he started high school, Greg was well on his way to building a robotic dragon, which made the neighbors’ gossip chain inspired to make up rumors. This was the point in his life when Isabel revealed to him that Carl was not his father, and she showed him the note and hammer that had been left by his real dad.
When his mother left him alone to think about what she had just told him, the hammer slipped out of his hand and landed with the hammer’s head up in the air. An image of his real father appeared from it explaining who he was, what Greg is, and where he needed to go to find his place in the world. Greg has been at Camp Half-Blood for four years now.
Personality: Greg is a quiet person that is constantly thinking about what he could build to make a task easier. He is friendly to everyone he meets, but Greg doesn’t have any true friends as most of them are just trying to get him to help them out with some project that they cannot accomplish on their own. Greg knows that he is being used by these people, but he doesn’t care as he enjoys making the things that they ask for while overdoing it just a little bit so that it is better than what was originally asked for.
Though he could be a jock, Greg believes sports are not something that a person with his natural abilities is suited for. With his knack for building things aside, Greg is someone that has an average level of intelligence, which basically means that someone can ask him to build an actual catapult but not to explain how evolution works.
Likes:
- Forge from Marvel Comics
- Raw Materials
- Power Tools
- Technology
- Creating
Dislikes:
- Being told to go to bed
- Running out of supplies
- Annoying people
- When stuff goes missing
Skills:
- Strong
- Creative mind
- Building things quickly
- Sabotaging his enemies
- Defending a place
Weaknesses:
- Using Bows
- Sticking to one project
- Socializing with others
- Remembering to sleep
- His mother
Passions:
- Tinkering
- Drawing
Fears:
- High Places
- Cockroaches
Hobbies:
- Putting together Ships in a bottle
- Taking things apart
Fighting Specialty: Labrys, or double-headed axe, fighting
Describe the extent of your powers/abilities: Like all children of Hephaestus, Gregory is able to create almost anything with his two hands just so long as he doesn’t distracted by another idea that pops into his head. His body is resistant to fire and can control flame the size of a torch.
Fatal Flaw:Reliance on Technology to aide him.
Theme Song:If Today Was Your Last Day by Nickelback
Lyrics
My best friend gave me the best advice
He said each day's a gift and not a given right
Leave no stone unturned, leave your fears behind
And try to take the path less traveled by
That first step you take is the longest stride
If today was your last day
And tomorrow was too late
Could you say goodbye to yesterday?
Would you live each moment like your last?
Leave old pictures in the past
Donate every dime you have?
If today was your last day
Against the grain should be a way of life
What's worth the prize is always worth the fight
Every second counts 'cause there's no second try
So live like you'll never live it twice
Don't take the free ride in your own life
If today was your last day
And tomorrow was too late
Could you say goodbye to yesterday?
Would you live each moment like your last?
Leave old pictures in the past
Donate every dime you have?
Would you call old friends you never see?
Reminisce old memories
Would you forgive your enemies?
Would you find that one you're dreamin' of?
Swear up and down to God above
That you finally fall in love
If today was your last day
If today was your last day
Would you make your mark by mending a broken heart?
You know it's never too late to shoot for the stars
Regardless of who you are
So do whatever it takes
'Cause you can't rewind a moment in this life
Let nothin' stand in your way
Cause the hands of time are never on your side
If today was your last day
And tomorrow was too late
Could you say goodbye to yesterday?
Would you live each moment like your last?
Leave old pictures in the past
Donate every dime you have?
Would you call old friends you never see?
Reminisce old memories
Would you forgive your enemies?
Would you find that one you're dreamin' of?
Swear up and down to God above
That you finally fall in love
If today was your last day
...
The Puppeteer:
Name/ Alias: Gregory/Stick
Age: 19
How long have you been role playing?: Over two years
Rate Your RPing 1-5 Stars according to our Star Rule (1 = beginner. 5= most advanced): I would probably give myself a 3, but a 4 depending on whether I can really get into character.
How did you find us?: Button on DC Unlimited, I think
Role Playing Sample: From an Animorphs Board
Richard was sitting at the dinner table with his family. It was one of the few times they were all in the same room for more than a few minutes. His older brother was talking about something, but Richard was not really paying attention. His mind usually began to wander when it came to his brothers' ideas of a good conversation. His mind was on his last practice bout during his mixed martial arts lesson, which had been one of his best yet.
Richard was brought into the conversation when his mom started talking to him. "So Richard, what was your day like?" His mom always asked him that, and he usually would just reply that it was the same as every other day. Richard decided to change it up a little. "Well school was boring, but I did have a very good day at my MMA practice. I think I finally mastered the three punch combo followed by a round-house kick. The other guy was down in almost seconds." He was smiling as he said it, but the look on both his parents face told him that he probably should have kept that to himself.
"I don't understand what you see in that barbaric sort of behavior," his dad said, "When I was young, I was involved in normal activities like basketball, but all kids want to join these fighting classes so they can be each other up. It just makes no sense." Richard decided to just drop the subject as it would only lead to a dull speech about how he should try to go out for an actual team.
The meal ended shortly after the conversation did. Richard climbed the stairs up to his room and wondered why he even bothered to share things with his parents if his dad was going to just say bad things about them. "I can't wait until I am on my own. Then I won't have these kinds of problems."
Richard was brought into the conversation when his mom started talking to him. "So Richard, what was your day like?" His mom always asked him that, and he usually would just reply that it was the same as every other day. Richard decided to change it up a little. "Well school was boring, but I did have a very good day at my MMA practice. I think I finally mastered the three punch combo followed by a round-house kick. The other guy was down in almost seconds." He was smiling as he said it, but the look on both his parents face told him that he probably should have kept that to himself.
"I don't understand what you see in that barbaric sort of behavior," his dad said, "When I was young, I was involved in normal activities like basketball, but all kids want to join these fighting classes so they can be each other up. It just makes no sense." Richard decided to just drop the subject as it would only lead to a dull speech about how he should try to go out for an actual team.
The meal ended shortly after the conversation did. Richard climbed the stairs up to his room and wondered why he even bothered to share things with his parents if his dad was going to just say bad things about them. "I can't wait until I am on my own. Then I won't have these kinds of problems."