Post by james on Apr 19, 2011 22:23:42 GMT -8
Raynor, James
DEMIGOD
4th Year at Camp
Age: 16
Son/Daughter of Apollo
Alliance: Undecided
DEMIGOD
4th Year at Camp
Age: 16
Son/Daughter of Apollo
Alliance: Undecided
Appearance:
Eye(s): Pale, robins-egg blue flecked with gold
Hair: Black and thick
Height: 5"7
Build Type: Sculpted, but not muscly.
Brief Description: If there was ever one thing Jimmy was good at, it was charm. With a warm, sunny, southern manner, a beautiful smile, and the gift of gab all inherited from his father. His thick, onyx hair, robins-egg blue eyes, and red, human cheeks, all given to him by his mother. James has a boyish look to him and a deviant smile, almost always ready to get into some trouble.
Background:
Mortal Parent(s): Sylvia Raynor, mother.
Other Family: Rosmera Raynor, Grandmother.
Pets: (non-magical or winged horses only please! If you want magical please PM Echoe or Admin...)
Brief History:
Born in Tallahasee, Florida, James Raynor has always had things easy for a kid his age. He got the sun, the people, and all the fresh food from the inland. Known as Jimmy by all his friends, James spent most of his days out working on the family orchard or riding horses and dirt bikes through the wide pastures and marshes. He never knew much about his father, his mom would only give passing comments such as "He loved to just sit out in the sun, your father. He was outside even more than you are". But then she'd usually get pretty quiet.
James's quiet life was soon interrupted as monsters began to jump out of the waters at him on a long four wheeler ride with his long-time friend Kyd, whom at sight of the had of the beasts, shown himself to be Jame's satyr guardian before too long, and almost too close at times, brought James to Camp Half-Blood, to keep his mother safe while he trained. He recieved recognition from his father after his first year at camp, a year he had spent in the Hermes cabin, for he was still unclaimed.
And now he trains, and does everything he can to find his place.
Personality:
Likes:
- Horses
- Sunshine
- Mud
- Beaches
- Music, particularly punk rock.
- Cook outs~
Dislikes:
- Cigarettes
- Bookwork
- Cats
- Prejudice
- Mosquitos
Skills:
- Charisma
- Archery (prefers short bow)
- High tenor range~
- Rapid healing
- Horseback riding/shooting
Weaknesses:
- Allergic to Oranges
- Pride
- Deaf in right ear
- Closed in spaces
- Hand to hand combat
Passions:
- Love and health
- Vocal singing
Fears:
- Claustrophobia
- Aichmophobia-
Hobbies:
- Archery
- Song writing/poetry
Fighting Specialty: Definitely ranged combat. With longbow, crossbow, or shortbow. He can do two arrows at a time, but struggles with three. Also missiles like slings and javelins.
Describe the extent of your powers/abilities: James is really just an average Apollo kid, his wounds heal quickly, his voice is melodic and full, he's got a smile that can kill and is great behind a bow.
Fatal Flaw: Vanity
Please describe why you think you can stabilize a powerful character. Minimum of two well-developed paragraphs **Big Three Only**: N/A
Please give a brief background on your minor god**Minor Gods Only**: N/A
Theme Song: When I Come Around - Green Day
I heard you crying loud,
all the way across town
You've been searching for that someone,
and it's me out on the prowl
As you sit around feeling sorry for yourself
Well, don't get lonely now
And dry your whining eyes
I'm just roaming for the moment
Sleazin' my back yard so don't get so uptight
you been thinking about ditching me
No time to search the world around
Cause you know where I'll be found
When I come around
I heard it all before
So don't knock down my door
I'm a loser and a user so I don't need no accuser
to try and flag me down because I know you're right
So go do what you like
Make sure you do it wise
You may find out that your self-doubt means nothing
was ever there
You can't go forcing something if it's just
not right
No time to search the world around
Cause you know where I'll be found
When I come around
No time to search the world around
Cause you know where I'll be found
When I come around
When I come around
When I come around
When I come around
...
The Puppeteer:
Name/ Alias: James
Age: 19
How long have you been role playing?: 7 years, I believe
Rate Your RPing 1-5 Stars according to our Star Rule: 4 seems fair :] I can keep the ball rolling pretty well, about 350-500 words, sometimes 1000 if I'm really going.
How did you find us?: Proboards Support site
Role Playing Sample:
Thick, wet drops of rain began to thump into the dirt around Kyle as the Gryffindor stood in the middle of the Quidditch pitch. The overcast sky had began to darken, but he didn't mind. A little challenge never hurt anything...did it? Securing his hair out of his face with a scarlet skullcap, the boy let go of the struggling snitch in his hand, watching the little golden ball flutter its silvery wings before disappearing out of sight. Kyle sighed and mounted his Nimbus 1500, the magical object vibrating gently at his touch. He grunted and kicked off, jetting into the sky, the smile on his face fading as a boom of thunder drowned out the sound of the wind in his ears.
Rain came down harder now, and Kyle had some difficulty catching the golden twinkle out of the corner of his eye. Once, twice, three times he managed to snag the snitch, give it a few seconds head start, and zoom after it. The harder the rain came down, the harder it got to see the snitch. Lightning flashed, and Kyle flew a little lower, not wanting to be the tallest object around in case the storm got closer. Kyle swerved and ducked, practicing moves he had read about in the library. He held onto his broom with one hand and swung his whole body off, swinging back around and landing on it. It made him dizzy, and he took notice of the lack of concentration, but he knew the Sloth Grip Roll would come in handy against unsuspected bludgers or other players.
After practicing the Sloth Grip, he practiced his spins, rolls, and dives. Moving his weight to the front or the back of the broom gave him sharper dives and raises, but it also cost him some control of his broom, and knew if someone had decided to smash him with a bludger while he was leaning on the front of his broom to go into a dive, it'd knock his block clean off.
The rain was coming down in thick sheets now, and Kyle laughed out loud in hot pursuit of the snitch. The rain was freezing him to his bones, and his soaked robes caused him to slow down a little, but he pressed on, reaching out as far as he could, feeling his fingertips almost close around the little ball once again.
Rain came down harder now, and Kyle had some difficulty catching the golden twinkle out of the corner of his eye. Once, twice, three times he managed to snag the snitch, give it a few seconds head start, and zoom after it. The harder the rain came down, the harder it got to see the snitch. Lightning flashed, and Kyle flew a little lower, not wanting to be the tallest object around in case the storm got closer. Kyle swerved and ducked, practicing moves he had read about in the library. He held onto his broom with one hand and swung his whole body off, swinging back around and landing on it. It made him dizzy, and he took notice of the lack of concentration, but he knew the Sloth Grip Roll would come in handy against unsuspected bludgers or other players.
After practicing the Sloth Grip, he practiced his spins, rolls, and dives. Moving his weight to the front or the back of the broom gave him sharper dives and raises, but it also cost him some control of his broom, and knew if someone had decided to smash him with a bludger while he was leaning on the front of his broom to go into a dive, it'd knock his block clean off.
The rain was coming down in thick sheets now, and Kyle laughed out loud in hot pursuit of the snitch. The rain was freezing him to his bones, and his soaked robes caused him to slow down a little, but he pressed on, reaching out as far as he could, feeling his fingertips almost close around the little ball once again.
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