Post by sierra253 on Feb 22, 2011 21:32:41 GMT -8
Mercer, Eric
DEMIGOD
8th Year at Camp
Age:19
Son of Zeus
DEMIGOD
8th Year at Camp
Age:19
Son of Zeus
Appearance:
Eye(s): Green
Hair:Brown
Height: 6'2''
Build Type: Muscular / Athletic
Brief Description: Eric stands at 6 foot 2 inches, making him rather tall. He has broad shoulders and a tidy, short hair cut which he occasionally lets grow out to a few inches longer than usual. He has green eyes and dark brown hair which in some lights looks black. He has a strong jaw and a wry smile, unfortunately seen by very few people. He is almost always clean shaven, except of course while away from facilities and the camp.
After having a rather immature outlook on combat training, Eric is covered in scars. Mostly,they are hidden beneath his clothes but he does have a visible one on the right hand side of his mouth, reaching across both his top and his bottom lips. This came from whenever he was hit in the mouth with a brick thrown during an exercise.
He has no piercings or tattoos and he has no plans to get any in the near future.
Background:
Mortal Parent(s):
- Lucy Mercer,36, Mother, deceased
Other Family:
- Anna Mercer, 34, Aunt, deceased
- Lucas Mercer, 15, Cousin, deceased
Pets: N/A
Brief History: Eric's mother was just 19 years old whenever she met Eric's father. He was a stranger who was blowing through town, claiming to be a storm chaser. Following a hurricane that was his own creation, little did his mother know. Anyways, they spent a night together and whenever she woke up in the morning, the charming gentleman she met the night before was gone. Vanished, just like that.
A year later and Eric was doing what a baby does. Crying and eating. Pooping and sleeping. He was a typical baby, and it wasnt until he started speaking a whole lot earlier than most babies, at 11 months old. He was a very bright child while he grew up, never having to work very hard when it came to learning. The only problem he had was dyslexia and apparently ADHD. He fidgeted alot as a kid and was restless, but he thought it was only compared to his cousin. When his mother found out she was going to have a baby, her younger sister moved in with her to help with the baby. It wasnt easy raising a child alone. Then not long afterwards, she had a baby with a stranger.
He spent his childhood living with his mother,aunt and new cousin, learning everything he could learn, and trying to cope with his reading difficulty, until he was 11 years old. He and his family were involved in a terrible car accident which killed his mother, aunt and cousin. He was in hospital for a few days with relatively no harm done, until a strange man showed up for him. He had no idea who he was, until the man explained to him. He claimed to be Hermes, a messenger of the Gods, and told him that his father was Zeus, making him a Demigod. He then further explained that he was his half-brother and that he was going to take him to what he described as 'Home'. Eric was naturally overwhelmed by the news and the loss of his family, and passed out for several days. He awoke to find himself in Camp Half-Blood.
Hermes was there again, waiting for him to awaken. Once he had done, he was told more about the Camp and his heritage, and told that his father would meet him one day, but that he would be watching over him and his progress. He was presented with a bracelet which folded out into a shield made from Stygian iron, and a celestial bronze key which he didnt understand. The key actually turned into a sword for his use, and so he kept it on his person at all times,around his neck on a chain.
It took some time but he settled in at the Camp nicely, keeping his 'Big Three' status quiet for a while. Whenever anyone asked, he would claim to be a son of Hermes, which made sense to apparently everyone since Hermes had retrieved him after the accident. There were rumors floating around the Camp that there was yet another child of Zeus in the Camp, as all around the Camp perimeter, terrible storms brewed. This was,of course, all down to the deep emotional damage Eric had recently suffered.
Whenever he was comfortable enough and had come to terms with his status, he announced that he was the son of Zeus and took charge whenever he could. He began a strict training regime which he still carries out to this day, maintaining his high standards of fitness and is a deadly, and fearless warrior standing out from the crowd, going so far as to catching the eyes of even Ares and Athena. Hermes still kept an eye on him, and he was even summoned to meet his father on Olympus for his 16th birthday.
As of now, he is hoping to take yet more active responsibilities for the training and sculpting of new warriors at the Camp. Since he turned 19 he has taken it upon himself to help train some of the younger kids who are struggling to pick up the skills quickly.
Personality:
Likes:
- Comedy
- Being complimented and commended for his actions
- Being independent
- Honesty
- Being a demigod and having Zeus for a father
Dislikes:
- Vermin
- Arrogance
- Being proven wrong
- Liars
- Coffee
Skills:
- He is a masterful warrior and is exceedingly gifted when it comes to combat, due to the years he has spent performing a strict daily routine of training.
- His father gifted him with incredible gifts which he has mastered over many years. He can fly and control the weather, summoning lightning,storms and strong winds with ease.
- He is a born leader and a brilliant tactician, sharing many of the talents and skills of his brothers and sisters. Along with his skills as a strategist, he is an impressive speaker,able to use his natural charisma to raise the morale of his troops and commands his men with great honor and skill.
- He has a superb talent for noticing weak points in his enemies and their defenses.
- He is ridiculously resourceful, having a talent for building very useful items out of basically nothing.
- He is a very quick learner, picking up skills easily and very quickly. He has impressed even the Gods with his ability to learn a skill after watching a person perform it. An example was whenever he watched a blacksmith make a sword, and was able to himself afterwards.
Weaknesses:
- He sometimes over reacts
- He can be quick to anger on occasion
- He lacks good horse riding skills
- Women
- Wine
Passions:
- Fighting, whether it is with a weapon or unarmed.
- Music
Fears:
- Being buried alive
- Losing his talents
Hobbies:
- Sparring to improve his skills
- Swimming
Fighting Specialty: Swordplay
Describe the extent of your powers/abilities: Eric has been told he is one of the most talented and gifted Demigods when it comes to powers. His father,Zeus gifted him with control over his domain. He has never had any trouble using his powers, being naturally talented in their use.
Eric is able to control the weather, the wind with ease. He is capable of unaided flight at great speeds, with friction from the air not harming him.
As he is the son of the Lord of the Air he can control the air with great effect, causing terrible storms and hurricanes and summon lightning to strike wear he wants. He can manipulate the air around him for a variety of effects, making massively strong winds or even compacting it to him like armor for his defense.
As he can control and generate lightning and electricity, he is naturally invulnerable to the effects of electricity, to the point where he can heal wounds by using electrical energy. Also,he can summon electrical energy from anywhere to him.
Like the other children of Zeus, he is capable of dominating the wills of storm spirits. He can create wind structures and he can see structures of wind magic that others cannot see.
Fatal Flaw: His ambition
Please describe why you think you can stabilize a powerful character:
Im a pretty good poster with 7 years experience. I have a whole lot experience playing major/powerful characters and Ive never had a problem balancing them before in regards to their powers, and I have confidence in my abilities to keep that trend going.
Theme Song: Bad Moon Rising by Creedence Clearwater Revival
Lyrics
I see the bad moon arising.
I see trouble on the way.
I see earthquakes and lightnin'.
I see bad times today.
Don't go around tonight,
Well, it's bound to take your life,
There's a bad moon on the rise.
I hear hurricanes ablowing.
I know the end is coming soon.
I fear rivers over flowing.
I hear the voice of rage and ruin.
Hope you got your things together.
Hope you are quite prepared to die.
Looks like we're in for nasty weather.
One eye is taken for an eye.
...
The Puppeteer:
Name/ Alias: Eric
Age: (Optional) 19
How long have you been role playing?: 7 years
How did you find us?: Advertisement on a site.
Role Playing Sample:
''You three, run to the left while these three circle round to the right. I'll lead the distraction down the middle. Whenever they come at us, do whatever you can to sneak past their forces, making your way onto their side of the river. Focus on finding the flag,at most they'll have two guards and if my plan unfolds as it should, they'll be cut off from reinforcements and you'll have an easy time of getting their flag''
Eric instructed his team as he thought of his plan. The two smaller groups he sent to circle around took off low, disappearing into the trees on either side of him. He turned to his remaining troops and crouched down again to their level. He paused for a moment to collect his thoughts, making sure his armor was secured to him and then he began to speak, informing the rest of his plan. It was times like these that he loved his natural leading ability. It always put a smirk on his face.
''Alright, you know the drill. Shields together tight, keep your feet moving and make sure that you move together. I have a surprise today, something I haven't tried to do before. We'll be taking the flag home today again!''
He raised his sword to the sky, and banged his sword against his shield, starting the usual charge to the clearing the big fights took place. His team running forward as one unit, in a way that would make a Spartan proud, with Eric leading the way. He saw the opposing team running towards his own in a flurry of mismanagement and confusion. He smirked his usual proud smirk and signaled his men to stop short. His opponents kept coming and he stuck his sword into the ground to his right, signaling the two teams of three to trap his enemies. All six crossed the bridge which ran over the river, sneaking past his enemies and effectively infiltrating the enemy border. Phase one was complete.
He turned to his men and nodded to them. They stopped their dancing readiness, shields holding together and crouched to as they would to prepare a defense against an arrow assault. Eric threw his own shield to the ground beside his sword, and drew back his hands. Strong winds appeared and his enemies began to lose morale,mainly from confusion. They stopped in their tracks. The winds he commanded began to become furious, causing a few of his opponents to fall off balance. Several even charged him but were blown back. A few tried to retreat, but he sent a bolt of lightning to the bridge.
It erupted into a swirling vortex of flame, blocking their path back as he had planned. He watched it fall into the river and disappear, and smirked more as his adversaries lost morale. He picked up his sword and shield, he let out a roar and with that, his team were once again on their feet and charging as a single unit through what was seconds before a wall of wind. The surprised opposing team were surprised and taken aback, which meant his plan had worked and his team were involved in a battle which was already won. He knew that as the rules stated, only two guards would be allowed to guard the flag and the small unit of six outnumbered them. Reinforcements would be cut off for them and so the flag was his.
He walked through the battle fending off the occasional attack as he made his way to the river. As he predicted, he saw his men returning with the flag and two disarmed guards. His pride swelled and he knew he had been wise in his decision. He gave them a quick applause but it couldn't really be heard of the battle behind him. He waved to what would now be considered his strike team, and shouted over to them.
''Throw me the flag. We'll meet you at the top of the river when we've won, you wont be forgotten. Good job,lads''
With that, he took off at a sprint carrying the flag in his hand. He returned it to his own to show just how much they had won, and gave a sharp whistle signaling his troops to band together into their well known and feared maneuver. They began to retreat to their flag and the celebrations were about to begin.
Eric instructed his team as he thought of his plan. The two smaller groups he sent to circle around took off low, disappearing into the trees on either side of him. He turned to his remaining troops and crouched down again to their level. He paused for a moment to collect his thoughts, making sure his armor was secured to him and then he began to speak, informing the rest of his plan. It was times like these that he loved his natural leading ability. It always put a smirk on his face.
''Alright, you know the drill. Shields together tight, keep your feet moving and make sure that you move together. I have a surprise today, something I haven't tried to do before. We'll be taking the flag home today again!''
He raised his sword to the sky, and banged his sword against his shield, starting the usual charge to the clearing the big fights took place. His team running forward as one unit, in a way that would make a Spartan proud, with Eric leading the way. He saw the opposing team running towards his own in a flurry of mismanagement and confusion. He smirked his usual proud smirk and signaled his men to stop short. His opponents kept coming and he stuck his sword into the ground to his right, signaling the two teams of three to trap his enemies. All six crossed the bridge which ran over the river, sneaking past his enemies and effectively infiltrating the enemy border. Phase one was complete.
He turned to his men and nodded to them. They stopped their dancing readiness, shields holding together and crouched to as they would to prepare a defense against an arrow assault. Eric threw his own shield to the ground beside his sword, and drew back his hands. Strong winds appeared and his enemies began to lose morale,mainly from confusion. They stopped in their tracks. The winds he commanded began to become furious, causing a few of his opponents to fall off balance. Several even charged him but were blown back. A few tried to retreat, but he sent a bolt of lightning to the bridge.
It erupted into a swirling vortex of flame, blocking their path back as he had planned. He watched it fall into the river and disappear, and smirked more as his adversaries lost morale. He picked up his sword and shield, he let out a roar and with that, his team were once again on their feet and charging as a single unit through what was seconds before a wall of wind. The surprised opposing team were surprised and taken aback, which meant his plan had worked and his team were involved in a battle which was already won. He knew that as the rules stated, only two guards would be allowed to guard the flag and the small unit of six outnumbered them. Reinforcements would be cut off for them and so the flag was his.
He walked through the battle fending off the occasional attack as he made his way to the river. As he predicted, he saw his men returning with the flag and two disarmed guards. His pride swelled and he knew he had been wise in his decision. He gave them a quick applause but it couldn't really be heard of the battle behind him. He waved to what would now be considered his strike team, and shouted over to them.
''Throw me the flag. We'll meet you at the top of the river when we've won, you wont be forgotten. Good job,lads''
With that, he took off at a sprint carrying the flag in his hand. He returned it to his own to show just how much they had won, and gave a sharp whistle signaling his troops to band together into their well known and feared maneuver. They began to retreat to their flag and the celebrations were about to begin.