Post by Josef Rosell on Mar 24, 2011 15:20:26 GMT -8
Rosell, Josef Meriana
DEMIGOD
3rd Year at Camp
Age: 16
Son of Hecate
Alliance: Resistance
DEMIGOD
3rd Year at Camp
Age: 16
Son of Hecate
Alliance: Resistance
Appearance:
Eye(s): So dark brown, they're almost black if caught in the right light
Hair: Black and curly
Height: 5"8
Build Type: Thin and sleek
Brief Description: Joe often has difficulty convincing people of his age, for they all seem to think he's just barely twelve. His smile is like a child's, his bouncy hair, his attention span, and his soft, fair skin. He dresses often in old jeans, and long-sleeved shirts under short-sleeved ones, and is almost never seen without a hat. From his love of being outside, he's often seen with grass stains, or flecks of mud stuck to his cheek or shirt. Joe also never goes anywhere without his pentacle necklace, inlaid with a small emerald in the middle.
Background:
Mortal Parent(s): Igor Rosell
Other Family: Stefan Rosell
Pets: N/A
Brief History: Joe grew up with his father on the shores of Washington state, where he could play on the cool, rocky beaches or the thick, evergreen forests. Raised around the religion of his father, Wicca, he happily took to the nature-loving and self-enlightening lifestyle. He loved to run through the woods looking for herbs for his father, and grew up around the smells of candles, flowers and incense. Igor never talked about Joes mother, only saying that they had met in Russia, and that the magic between them was beyond comprehension.
When Joe was around thirteen, he came home to find the house completely destroyed. As he dug through the burning rubble, he found a note nailed to the table from his father telling him that monsters were coming to take him, that to believe its all real, and to go with whoever came to collect him. It made no sense to him, but as he finished reading, a half-goat, half-man had clambered from behind a destroyed book case and escorted Joe to Camp Half-Blood. It was all a confusing mess that left Joe confused and depressed, which he still battles with today.
Personality:
Likes:
- Boys
- Music
- Magic
- Outdoors
- Naps
- Hackey Sack
Dislikes:
- Rashness
- Getting Wet
- Dark Magic
- Waiting
- Chocolate
Skills:
- Hackey Sack
- Cooking
- Handling Kids
- Hand-to-Hand
- Navigation
Weaknesses:
- Very Trusting
- Depression
- Asthma
- Previously Shattered Left Wrist
- Laziness
Passions:
- Nature Conservation
- Enlightenment
Fears:
- Dark Magic
- Guns
Hobbies:
- Hackey Sack
- Gymnastics
Fighting Specialty: Monk-like: Open-handed/staff. No Blades
Describe the extent of your powers/abilities: As a Son of Hecate, Joe has a very (but not always) accurate hunch when it comes to making decisions. He has a knack for magic, and continues to train and improve on such. He can see fairly well in the dark, and can communicate with (but not have any control or power over) ghosts and the dead. Joe also has a very good sense of direction, and is really, really good with kids.
Fatal Flaw: Self-Doubt
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**:Hecate, Greek goddess of the three paths, guardian of the household, protector of everything newly born, and the goddess of witchcraft -- once a widely revered and influential goddess, the reputation of Hecate has been tarnished over the centuries. In current times, she is usually depicted as a "hag" or old witch stirring the cauldron.
But nothing could be further from the image of Hecate's original glory.
A beautiful and powerful goddess in her own right, the Greek goddess Hecate was the only one of the ancient Titans who Zeus allowed to retain their authority once the Olympians seized control. Zeus shared with Hecate, and only her, the awesome power of giving humanity anything she wished (or withholding it if she pleased).
Usually classified as a "moon goddess", her kingdoms were actually three-fold . . . the earth, sea, and sky. Having the power to create or withhold storms undoubtedly played a role in making her the goddess who was the protector of shepherds and sailors.
snake's head, one with a horse's, and the third a boar's head).
This farsightedness, the ability to see in several directions at once (even the past, present, and future) featured largely in her most famous myth, the abduction of Persephone. For it was the goddess Hecate who "saw" and told the frantic Demeter what had become of her daughter.
The goddess Hecate continued to play an important role in the life of Persephone, becoming her confidante when she was in the Underworld. Hades, thankful for their friendship, was more than hospitable, honoring Hecate as a prominent and permanent guest in the spirit world. Surely this had the effect of enhancing her reputation as a spirit of black magic with the power to conjure up dreams, prophecies, and phantoms.
Theme Song: Even if it Kills Me - Motion City Soundtrack
I’ve got a lotta things to do tonight
I’m so sick of making lists
Of things I’ll never finish
I’ve lived here for the last 12 years
Since early 1995 all my shit has been in boxes
But if I had a little more time to kill
I’d settle every little stupid thing
Yeah you’d think that I would
But I’m too tired to go to sleep tonight
And I’m too weak to follow dreams tonight
For the first time in a long time I can say
That I want to try to get better and
Overcome each moment
In my own way
I wonder if I’ll ever lose my mind
I tried hard for awhile
But then I kinda gave up
Winter is a killer when the sun goes down
"I’m really not as stubborn as I seem,"
Said the knuckle to the concrete
But I’m too tired to go to sleep tonight
And I’m too weak to follow dreams tonight
For the first time in a long time I can say
That I want to try to get better and
Overcome each moment
In my own way
I’m not saying that I’m giving up
I’m just trying not to think as much as I used to
Cause "never" is a lonely little messed up word
Maybe I’ll get it right some day
For the first time in a long time I can say
That I want to try
I feel helpless for the most part
But I’m learning to open my eyes
And the sad truth of the matter is
I’ll never get over it
But I’m gonna try
To get better and overcome each moment
In my own way
I so want to get back on track
And I’ll do whatever it takes
Even if it kills me
...
The Puppeteer:
Name/ Alias: Jameson
Age: 17
How long have you been role playing?: Six years
Rate Your RPing 1-5 Stars according to our Star Rule (1 = beginner. 5= most advanced): Probably a 3 with my tendency to disappear for a while and my inability to respond well when I'm not given much to work with.
How did you find us?: Proboards Support
Role Playing Sample:
Joe gulped back, his dry throat only adding to the tension. He bounced lightly on the balls of his feet and looked around him, the rest of the Gryffindor quidditch team were standing in formation, ready and relaxed. Joe looked up and wiped sweat from his dark brown eyes, and listened the booming audience just outside of this pit. In just another minute, those big doors would open, they would all walk out, and Joe would play his first game of the exhilarating, dangerous, and incredible sport of Quidditch. He slid a scarlet skullcap over his head, effectively pulling his hair out of his face. “That’ll fall right off,” came a chuckle from beside of him. Joe looked over to see James Potter smirking, and shrugged. “I left all my hair nets in my trunk, so this is the best I’ve got,” he responded with a smile, his mood lightening a little. “Normally I wouldn’t help out the newbie, but there’s no way we can lose this match, so here,” James responded and pulled out his wand, muttering an incantation and rapping Joe on the head with the magical stick. The Seeker was about to turn on his Captain before he felt the cap kind of mold, and become a part of his head. “Permanent Sticking Charm,” James said with a laugh, stowing away his wand inside of his Quidditch robes.
It was too late to do anything about it now, as the gates were slung open, and Joe, squeezing his broomstick as hard as he could, marched out in line with the rest of the team. The sunlight glared hard, the noise exploding from the crowd was tremendous, and Joe felt a huge smile stretch his cheeks out, and felt the sweat drip down from his chin. Across the pitch, in black and yellow robes, were the Hufflepuff team. They looked sleek, and fast, but the constant hours Gryffindor had put into this game were going to pay off. “Try to keep your back against the sun, you don’t need the light in your eyes, and you’ll easier see the glint of the snitch,” came a mutter from Potter in front of him. Joe guessed he felt bad for gluing a hat to his head, or that Potter was just obsessed with winning. Every step Joe took felt like a mile, the hard earth under him cracked at his weight, the stagnant air around him tore any moisture he had left in his mouth and throat from him, and the heat was already causing his robes to stick to him.
The captains shook hands, Joe swung his leg over his broom, and as soon as that whistle blow shattered his conscious thought, he kicked hard into the dirt and soared into the air, ready to show these kids what he had, to show that he wasn’t to be ignored.
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It was too late to do anything about it now, as the gates were slung open, and Joe, squeezing his broomstick as hard as he could, marched out in line with the rest of the team. The sunlight glared hard, the noise exploding from the crowd was tremendous, and Joe felt a huge smile stretch his cheeks out, and felt the sweat drip down from his chin. Across the pitch, in black and yellow robes, were the Hufflepuff team. They looked sleek, and fast, but the constant hours Gryffindor had put into this game were going to pay off. “Try to keep your back against the sun, you don’t need the light in your eyes, and you’ll easier see the glint of the snitch,” came a mutter from Potter in front of him. Joe guessed he felt bad for gluing a hat to his head, or that Potter was just obsessed with winning. Every step Joe took felt like a mile, the hard earth under him cracked at his weight, the stagnant air around him tore any moisture he had left in his mouth and throat from him, and the heat was already causing his robes to stick to him.
The captains shook hands, Joe swung his leg over his broom, and as soon as that whistle blow shattered his conscious thought, he kicked hard into the dirt and soared into the air, ready to show these kids what he had, to show that he wasn’t to be ignored.
Read more: effyeahmarauders.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=userrecentposts&user=joe#ixzz1HYpYxWqe