Post by Kirk Patrick Gerrard on Apr 28, 2011 2:26:35 GMT -8
[/size]Gerrard, Kirk Alex
DEMIGOD
Third Year at Camp
Age: 16, going on 17. Not that song.
Son of Hermes
Alliance: Undecided
Appearance:
Eye(s):Brown
Hair: Blonde
Height: 5’10
Build Type: Muscular, but not overly so.
Brief Description:
I think I look okay. Alright. More than okay. Haha. Blonde, straight nose, strong jaw, fair lips. Tall, sorta muscular. Anyway. I look like a demigod. Perfect picture of health. A cut above humans. I got all the right genes haha. Mom's a looker too. No shit. And dad's a god, so yeah. He can like, change how he looks. Well, it looks like it was movie star mode while he was with mom, and yay for me, haha. Anyway, I dress casually. Though I clean up really nicely. Shirts, jeans, sneakers and I'm good to go. Anything without too much dirt or drink stains is great, haha.
Background:
Mortal Parent(s): Olivia Ann Gerrard
Other Family: Uncles, aunts, and cousins. Kirk doesn’t like playing with them though. They can never keep up with his games.
Pets: Nah.
Brief History:
Well. Mom had a fling with dad. No love, just sex. Gods and mortals do that all the time, right? (They say those beings up there are great in the sack). This wasn’t any different. Anyway, I was the result. So. My mom was rich. And single, so yeah. She kept it that way. Only cool dudes got to… know her better. If `ya get me. Ugh. Enough about my mom’s intimate life. Hmm. I grew up nicely. Got everything I wanted. Except for that Porsche. I bet mom’s saving it for my 18th birthday. Haha. But I wasn’t a well-behaved kid. Nor was I great at school. Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a…alcohol? Nah. ADHD. And Dyslexia. No biggie. I was great at sports though. Soccer was my favourite. I’m fast. Real fast. But yeah, I got to camp though, safe and sound. Turns out my mom always knew, though she didn’t bother telling me. I wouldn’t have believed her too, if she did. But everything’s read. Had a nice chat with dad that day. Cool dude. That’s why he got my mom, yeah?
Personality:
I’m a confident guy. That’s what they always say. Look ya in the eyes, always. And I won’t be scared to chat you up. I’m friendly. Very friendly. And funny. And charming. And… naughty. Haha. I’m nice too though. Aren’t I a great guy in general? No? Well, everyone's entitled to their own opinion, I guess.
Haha. Just kidding, man. But yeah. I’d rather never be serious. Or work. Bleh. Lazy as shit. Like that new song with the dancing monkeys and random hobo. “Today I don’t feel like doing anything.” Well, I get that feeling every single day. Except if it’s for fun, like a prank or a party. What can I say? I’m a party animal. Helllooooo ‘Monkey Man!’. Like that dude from Skins. Who totally looks different –cooler- from the British version.
I guess I'm pretty nice too. Need help with something? Sure. Maybe I can help. Especially if you're cute. Or pretty. Yeah. That'll work nicely. I'm a pretty smooth talker too, apparently. According to someone. A few people... Well... I also can't be tamed. Not like that song, yeah? Just... I need to move. Hermes. No shit.
As you all can see, I’m a regular firecracker. Noisy and fun. So get to know me, alright?
Likes:
- Fun
- Play
- Sports
- Girls
- Sleeping
Dislikes:
- Work
- Fights –can’t we all just get along?-
- Quiet
- Enclosed spaces –I can’t move in closets-
- Being bound –though if it’s in bed…-
Skills:
- Athletics
- Stealing, moving quietly, picking locks, getting into no good
- Persuation, people skills
- Telepor… No. Just getting from one place to another real fast. –wink-
- Swords. –I hate it, but it’s cool. And useful too, I guess-
Weaknesses:
- Small spaces –eep.-
- Pretty girls –what can I say?-
- Rules –can’t tell me what to do. Or nor to do-
- Being alone –I’m best with a partner in crime, or two. Or eight-
- Serious things –whoa. Can’t we all just head to that party instead?-
Passions:
- Girls
- Sports –soccer!-
Fears:
- Closed spaces. –geez, how many times do I have to admit it?-
- Being killed. –life’s great, man-
Hobbies:
- Partying
- Soccer
Fighting Specialty: Swords.
Describe the extent of your powers/abilities:
Fatal Flaw: Hmm, well. I guess I'm too confident, though it's not hubris. Maybe I take everything too... loosely? Supreme natural abilities, coupled with my luck and confidence can get my through anything, so why do I need to work for stuff? Yeah. Sloth, that's it. Though those animals are cute. Anyway, to tell you the truth, I know I can be great. Well, even greater than I am now. But I'm not ambitious. Just looking to have some fun, yeah?
Theme Song: The Lazy Song, by Bruno Mars
LyricsToday I don't feel like doing anything
I just wanna lay in my bed
Don't feel like picking up my phone, so leave a message at the tone
'Cause today I swear I'm not doing anything
I'm gonna kick my feet up then stare at the fan
Turn the TV on, throw my hand in my pants
Nobody's gon' tell me I can't
I'll be lounging on the couch just chilling in my Snuggie
Click to MTV so they can teach me how to dougie
'Cause in my castle I'm the freaking man
Oh yes, I said it, I said it
I said it 'cause I can
Today I don't feel like doing anything
I just wanna lay in my bed
Don't feel like picking up my phone, so leave a message at the tone
'Cause today I swear I'm not doing anything
Nothing at all, nothing at all
Tomorrow I'll wake up, do some P90X
Find a really nice girl, have some really nice sex
And she's gonna scream out
This is great
(Oh my god, this is great)
Yeah, I might mess around
And get my college degree
I bet my old man will be so proud of me
But sorry pops, you'll just have to wait
Oh yes, I said it, I said it
I said it 'cause I can
Today I don't feel like doing anything
I just wanna lay in my bed
Don't feel like picking up my phone, so leave a message at the tone
'Cause today I swear I'm not doing anything
No, I ain't gonna comb my hair
'Cause I ain't going anywhere
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
I'll just strut in my birthday suit
And let everything hang loose
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, today I don't feel like doing anything
I just wanna lay in my bed
Don't feel like picking up my phone, so leave a message at the tone
'Cause today I swear I'm not doing anything
Nothing at all
Nothing at all
Nothing at all
...
The Puppeteer:
Name/ Alias: Robin. Though if that’s taken, I have to invent another one.
Age: Sixteen.
How long have you been role playing?: Eh. Four years?
Rate Your RPing 1-5 Stars according to our Star Rule (1 = beginner. 5= most advanced): I dunno. Pretty decent I guess. -horribly lazy for profiles though- Maybe 3? Is that pushing it?
How did you find us?: Another site.
Role Playing Sample:
Laughing along with her as she copied his tone when introducing himself, Nate grinned as he believed that she also disliked her name. Well, it did sound rather ancient, like his, so he understood the feeling. He nodded when she confirmed it, and smiled when she said her preferred moniker was her initials, KIP. “Kip, not bad.” He agreed that it was better than Kendra. “The fish?” He asked, recalling the split… thing. Definitely not attractive, and certainly not something he’d associate with this girl. “Well, that wasn’t exactly the first thing that popped into my head when I saw you.” He shrugged, laughing softly.
“Ah, forgive me. Here I was under the impression that you were already quite mad.” Nate grinned madly, trying to stifle a laugh. He hoped she didn’t take it the wrong way, though he was pretty sure that she was a fun, positive person. Call it his empathy, or intuition, Nate was a pretty decent judge of how people take his jabs. “We could’ve been kindred spirits.” He sighed, the heavy breath exaggerated as he kept up the act. “Oh well. You’ll go insane soon. Once you hear the rumors about this place.” He added in a cryptic, mysterious tone. This was where the gifted people were dumped, and who could forget that massacre? Still, not a lot of people knew that this was their den, their hole.
That opened up a new possibility. Kip might be gifted too. Nate eyed her with renewed interest, though he had no way of knowing at the moment. “Thanks!” He returned the bright smile, and sat right next to her in the bench. It was still comfortable, as the bench could easily hold three people, but Nate was sitting quite closely to her. He looked at her as she answered his questions. Hey, he had been right. New, alone, and somewhat sad. Though she didn’t exactly show it, with that smile on her face. That’s great, Nate loved positive people. “Hmm, you’re not exactly looking the part of being miserable.” He smiled, wording out his previous thoughts. “Though sitting alone in the park… You did look rather lonely there.” He shrugged, he saw it that way. “Anyway, I’m here. You know me. Sort of. So that’s good, right?” Of course it was.
Then Kip asked how he was, and Nate, always the chatty one, answered quickly. “Me? Well, I am terribly bored. I skipped school because of the test, and now I’m alone. Boohoo.” Nate feigned a cry of despair, though it was a pathetic attempt. Well, it was true that he had been bored and alone earlier, but to Nate, that was no reason to be extremely down. “So I went to the park because I didn’t want to get caught, then I saw you, and now, I’m sitting next to a pretty redhead.” He grinned; he was generally a good storyteller; confident, charming, and enthusiastic. At least, he thought so anyway. “I think I’m better now than I was ten minutes ago.”
“So. Why’d you come here? California’s great. And this small town… isn’t.” It was an understatement. Nate didn’t enjoy the setting here, really. He was a city boy, from Chicago, so yeah. Curiously, he raised an eyebrow, wanting to know her story, even if they just met. There was no time to be polite and everything, Nate believed. He always just said what he wanted to say, and asked about what he wanted to know.
“Ah, forgive me. Here I was under the impression that you were already quite mad.” Nate grinned madly, trying to stifle a laugh. He hoped she didn’t take it the wrong way, though he was pretty sure that she was a fun, positive person. Call it his empathy, or intuition, Nate was a pretty decent judge of how people take his jabs. “We could’ve been kindred spirits.” He sighed, the heavy breath exaggerated as he kept up the act. “Oh well. You’ll go insane soon. Once you hear the rumors about this place.” He added in a cryptic, mysterious tone. This was where the gifted people were dumped, and who could forget that massacre? Still, not a lot of people knew that this was their den, their hole.
That opened up a new possibility. Kip might be gifted too. Nate eyed her with renewed interest, though he had no way of knowing at the moment. “Thanks!” He returned the bright smile, and sat right next to her in the bench. It was still comfortable, as the bench could easily hold three people, but Nate was sitting quite closely to her. He looked at her as she answered his questions. Hey, he had been right. New, alone, and somewhat sad. Though she didn’t exactly show it, with that smile on her face. That’s great, Nate loved positive people. “Hmm, you’re not exactly looking the part of being miserable.” He smiled, wording out his previous thoughts. “Though sitting alone in the park… You did look rather lonely there.” He shrugged, he saw it that way. “Anyway, I’m here. You know me. Sort of. So that’s good, right?” Of course it was.
Then Kip asked how he was, and Nate, always the chatty one, answered quickly. “Me? Well, I am terribly bored. I skipped school because of the test, and now I’m alone. Boohoo.” Nate feigned a cry of despair, though it was a pathetic attempt. Well, it was true that he had been bored and alone earlier, but to Nate, that was no reason to be extremely down. “So I went to the park because I didn’t want to get caught, then I saw you, and now, I’m sitting next to a pretty redhead.” He grinned; he was generally a good storyteller; confident, charming, and enthusiastic. At least, he thought so anyway. “I think I’m better now than I was ten minutes ago.”
“So. Why’d you come here? California’s great. And this small town… isn’t.” It was an understatement. Nate didn’t enjoy the setting here, really. He was a city boy, from Chicago, so yeah. Curiously, he raised an eyebrow, wanting to know her story, even if they just met. There was no time to be polite and everything, Nate believed. He always just said what he wanted to say, and asked about what he wanted to know.
