Post by Oscar Barnes on Apr 1, 2011 19:23:25 GMT -8
BARNES, OSCAR
SATYR
4th Year at Camp
Age: Twenty.
Follower of Dionysus.
Alliance: Neutral.
SATYR
4th Year at Camp
Age: Twenty.
Follower of Dionysus.
Alliance: Neutral.
Appearance:
Eyes: Alice blue.
Hair: Dirty blonde.
Height: 5'7"
Build Type: Compact and lean from the waist up. Furry from the waist down.
Brief Description: A grin almost always adorns his angelic face, white teeth perfectly aligned. One might mistake him for an Aphrodite child - that is, until his shoes pop off. Instead of feet, he's got two black hoofs. A pair of furry brown goat legs look out of place attached to his waist. Slightly protruding out from his hair are two horn stubs. When inside the camp, he usually travels about just with the orange camp shirt and collar shirt with a tie underneath it. Pants are better for eating than wearing, in his opinion.
Background:
Mortal Parents: Gary Barnes & Teira
Other Family: Two sisters, both oaks.
Pets: None.
Brief History: Until four years ago, Oscar lived with his two parents in Michigan. On a normal day, his father would teach him a song to play on his reed pipe while his mother tended to a extensive garden that grew in their four acre background. Until he was fourteen, the young satyr also attended a nearby human public school. There, he eared straight B's until his shoe popped up and his sixty year old English teacher had a heart attack (she survived).
He always knew that one day he would go find Camp Half-Blood and work there. For many years, his father Gary had been one of the satyrs that had watched over the campers and helped tend to the strawberry gardens of Dionysus. When he turned sixteen, that's exactly what he did. Oscar said goodbye to his parents and headed to Camp Half-Blood.
Personality: Like most satyrs, he's a bit of a playboy. Nymph or human, Oscar's always on the search for pretty faces. There always seems to be a new girl, a new interest, a new beauty roaming around the camp. Typically, Oscar will obsess over one girl for a few weeks before switching interests. The boy's pretty fickle with his romantic interests.
Part of this is due to a short attention span. Oscar gets bored very easily, which isn't good. When he's bored, he starts to chew on things - anything, really. He's chewed up his mother silverware, his own math homework, pens, pencils, markers, staplers, keyboards... you name it. The only time you can be sure he's not nomming on something is when he's drunk, which is somewhat common. Oscar like to indulge in fine white wine whenever he's got the pocket change for a bottle.
Likes:
- Girls
- Chewing on things
- Wine
- Playing his pipes
- Gardening
Dislikes:
- Being rejected
- Pants
- Shoes
- Monsters
- Deskwork
Skills:
- Pipe playing
- Gardening
- Kicking
- Dancing
- Running
Weaknesses:
- Fighting with weapons.
- Planning
- Cooking
- Pretty girls
- Easily frightened
Passions:
- Girls
- Playing his pipe
Fears:
- Monsters
- Being rejected by girls
Hobbies:
- Swing dancing
- Collecting different colors of ties.
Fighting Specialty: Powerful kicking.
Describe the extent of your powers/abilities: Can make certain plants grow faster and flourish using his pipes, but not to the extend of a Demeter kid. He's working on his close combat kicking, which is slightly above mediocre right now.
Fatal Flaw:
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**:
Theme Song:
Mambo Number 5 - Lou Bega
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The Puppeteer:
Name/ Alias: Minta
Age: Eighteen
How long have you been role playing?: Five years
Rate Your RPing 1-5 Stars according to our Star Rule: 4
How did you find us?: Affiliate jumping.
Role Playing Sample:
A gray dove dangled from her jaws. It's wings trailed in the snow, leaving soft rifts between her little paw prints. A few dots of maroon stained it's neck, right around where it's spine was snapped. Otherwise, the bird of peace was in perfect condition.
It would make a good meal.
Mosspaw paused at the mouth of SnowClan's new home. Her shadow sprawled out before her, surrounded by the bright light that gave the otherwise darj gave an ethereal glow. It was strange, this new place. She had lived here for several months already, but that didn't change the fact of the matter. This was not the camp she grew up in. Very slowly, she entered.
Seeing that the freshkill pile was already pretty full, the apprentice decided to go ahead and take her kill to the elder's. The elders always enjoyed having their prey brought to them, anyways. Other then a few hellos meowed to cats she passed by, Mosspaw made her way to the den silently.
A few pawsteps into the dark den, the apprentice dropped her catch. "Good afternoon." She greeted, her green eyes examining the dark for friendly faces.
It would make a good meal.
Mosspaw paused at the mouth of SnowClan's new home. Her shadow sprawled out before her, surrounded by the bright light that gave the otherwise darj gave an ethereal glow. It was strange, this new place. She had lived here for several months already, but that didn't change the fact of the matter. This was not the camp she grew up in. Very slowly, she entered.
Seeing that the freshkill pile was already pretty full, the apprentice decided to go ahead and take her kill to the elder's. The elders always enjoyed having their prey brought to them, anyways. Other then a few hellos meowed to cats she passed by, Mosspaw made her way to the den silently.
A few pawsteps into the dark den, the apprentice dropped her catch. "Good afternoon." She greeted, her green eyes examining the dark for friendly faces.