Post by Trevor D. Morrell on Feb 21, 2011 0:07:25 GMT -8
Morrell, Trevor David
DEMIGOD
2nd Year at Camp
Age:14
Son/Daughter of Athena
DEMIGOD
2nd Year at Camp
Age:14
Son/Daughter of Athena
Appearance:
Eye(s):Brown
Hair:Brown
Height:5' 8"
Build Type:Skinny
Brief Description:Trevor is a tall lean boy,with dark brown hair that he let grow to his shoulders and dark brown eyes.
Background:
Mortal Parent(s): Daniel Morrell
Other Family: Ryan Morrell (Half-Brother)
Pets: An old Spaniel named Chase
Brief History: Trevor was raised in a hostile environment. His father beat him regularly. His father thought he was the root of all his problems,including Trevor's uncles death which has led Trevor to be,to this very day the type of person who is easily angered. Eventually he ran away and stumbled upon the local Satyr who led him to Camp Halfblood.
Personality:Trevor is a person who is very easily angered. If given the chance he won't hesitate to attack anyone who refuses to let him alone.
Likes:
- Girls
- His brother
- His dog
- Sleeping
Dislikes:
- His father
- His stepmother
- Ares
- Senseless violence
Skills:
- Writing
- Reading
- Building
- Running
Weaknesses:
- Girls
- Short temper
- Water (He is deathly afraid of it)
Passions:
- Sword fighting
- Running
Fears:
- Water
- Heights
- Death
Hobbies:
- Building models
- Writing
Fighting Specialty: Strategy
Describe the extent of your powers/abilities:Photographic memory: He will never forget anything unless he wants to.
Minerva's Mind: He has the brilliant tactical capabilities of most children of Athena.
Fatal Flaw:Trevor's fatal flaw is arrogance
Theme Song:I Will Not Bow By Breaking Benjamin
Lyrics
Fall!
Now The dark begins to rise, save your breath it's far from over
Leave the lost and dead behind, nows your chance to run for cover
I don't want to change the world, I just want to leave it colder
Light the fuse and burn it up, take the path that leads to nowhere
All is lost again, but I'm not giving in
I Will Not Bow, I Will Not Break
I Will shut the world away
I will not fall, I will not fade
I will take your breath away
Fall!
Watch the end from dying eyes, now the dark is taking over
Show me where forever dies
Take the fall and run to heaven
All is lost again but I'm not giving in
I will not bow, I will not break
I will shut the world away
I will not fall, I will not fade
I will take your breath away
And I'll survive, paranoid I have lost the will to change
And I am not proud, cold blooded, fake
I will shut the world away
"Yells"
I will not bow, I will not break
I will shut the world away
I will not fall, I will not fade
I will take your breath away
And I'll survive, paranoid
I have lost the will to change and I am not proud, cold blooded, fake
I will shut the world away
Fall!
...
The Puppeteer:
Name/ Alias:Trevor
Age:14
How long have you been role playing?:3 years
How did you find us?:From another site
Role Playing Sample:From the Halo Fanon Wikia
Captain Chase DeCruise,sitting in the command chair in the UNSC Star of God,sipped his coffee and asked his crew status reports about his ship, his ship, he loved thinking of it like that, this ship, the Star of God was fresh off the line, and the newly promoted DeCruise had been assigned the captain of it. "Captain!" A man with orange cybernetics over part of the left side of his face said,voice full of respect , saluting. "Sergeant Major, at ease son." DeCruise said, nodding at the ONI agent who insisted upon being called his rank and true name when not actively on an ONI mission. "Sir, no further Covenant activities have been reported!" Sergeant Major Jeremiah Gottwald said, looking at the captain piercingly with his only uncovered eye, "Should we find a colony and get repairs sir? Our damage is light but we should still see if we can do something about it." Gottwald asked, still looking at DeCruise with his piercing orange eye "Affirmative Gottwald, set us down wherever the nearest colony is." DeCruise said. "Sir, if we can, we should hold off on repairs." A new voice, a voice that could only have emanated from a SPARTAN, sounded. DeCruise turned around and was looking at the armored chest of Trevor-B221, a SPARTAN-III Beta company SPARTAN. "And just why should I put my ship at risk Colonel?" DeCruise asked, a hint of anger in his voice. "Because sir, I have the feeling something very bad is going to happen, and that its going to happen to us." Trevor replied.