Post by Thane Scifier on Jan 26, 2011 23:37:41 GMT -8
Scifier, Thane
Demigod
1 Year at Camp
Son of Hades
Demigod
1 Year at Camp
Son of Hades
Appearance:
Eye(s): Hazel Brown
Hair: Black
Height: 5'11
Build Type: Lean
Background:
Mortal Parent(s): Mother: No Idea
Other Family: None.
Pets: A Dead Tabby Cat. Age: Three Months. Name: Apollo. A random Hell-Hound or two.
Brief History:
My life in a nutshell:
I was born in the underworld. So were my seven siblings before me, although we’ve been born all over the map, in the last bit of a hundred years. The only time another one comes, is after the one living dies. I don’t know the stories of the other ones, all I know is obviously they had died. From my life so far, I could see how that could be possible. I trained non-stop. Against monsters that would be most Demi-gods worst nightmares, creatures from hell. The best part of these monsters from hell was my home, was there home too.
Personality:
Likes:
- Fire- Lighting things on Fire.
- Sword Fighting- Killing monsters.
- Competing- Winning.
- Being Alone- Or with one other person.
- Motor Bikes- Sport Kinds.
Dislikes:
- Sun light- Or Brightness of any kind.
- Loud Nosies- Not including music of his choosing.
- Crowds- Being around people.
- Preppy Girls- Who use like/OMG all the time.
- Being woken up early- Before Noon.
Skills:
- Sword Fighting.
- High Pain Tolerance.
- Shadow- Shifting.
- Dealing with his father.
- Charming People.
Weaknesses:
- Having any sort of relationship with any living being.
- Caring about anything that doesn't really concern him.
- Listening to someone who is telling him what to do.
- Being compassionate.
- Temper.
Passions:
- Training.
- A bike, and a open road.
Fears:
- Caring for anyone living.
- Being in a situation not in his control.
Hobbies:
- Mechanical- Cars/ Bikes.
- Music- Guitar/ Drums.
Fighting Specialty: Killing.
Fatal Flaw: Having a relationship with anything living.
Theme Song: Street Fight by Hedley
Got in a street fight,
With the I.R.S and I'm alright,
Took one to the chest but I'm fine,
It's all coming up roses.
Call me 'The White Guy With A Real Bad Case Of That Pink Eye'
But it's just a reflection of roses,
It's all coming up roses.
And God damn it if it all works out,
And God forbid that it should all work out, out, out, out
I'm tired of this
What you see is
What I have never tried to be
Just let me breathe
Just take me anywhere but here
Take me anywhere but here
My fifteen minutes of fame are done,
And I don't care
I was just having more fun than you,
And I didn't ask for it anyways.
Now I'm on T.V, guess that's not cool,
Now I'm a sellout,
But I'm not the only one with name brand shoes on,
You fucking moron.
And God damn it if it all works out,
And God forbid that it should all work out, out, out, out
I'm tired of this
What you see is
What I have never tried to be
Just let me breathe
Just take me anywhere but here
It's all coming up roses
Gimme all you got
Just take your shot
You come off swinging like a girl
Buy me an ocean
To take me anywhere but here
Take me anywhere but here
I will not go back
So buy me the ocean
And paint it with pretty stars
And sell me to something
Take me anywhere but here [x5]
I'm tired of this
What you see is
What I have never tried to be
Just let me breathe
Just take me anywhere but here
It's all coming up roses
Gimme all you got
Just take your shot
You come off swinging like a girl
Buy me an ocean
To take me anywhere but here
Take me anywhere but here now take me,
Anywhere but here now take me,
Anywhere but here now take me,
Anywhere but here
I will not go back.
...
The Puppeteer:
Name/ Alias: Scott
Age: 18
How long have you been role playing?: 7 Years.
How did you find us?:
Role Playing Sample: “Who's sword is this?” I asked, my finger tip running over the dirtied silver hilt. Even under the grim specs of dust and dirt, it looked like it hadn’t tarnished in the slightest. The rest of the sword blade not being there at all, leading me to look up at my father and ask, “How did it break?” Usually such a question would not come from my lips; I myself had broken countless amounts of swords in my training. They got weak in areas from being hit too much, or something just too powerful had the means to snap it like a twig.
But this sword looked old, really old, and from the fact that it looked so old and the hilt handle looked like it hadn’t even been so much as damaged I wondered how it could have broken. The hilt was silver from what I could tell, It was rounded, slimmer in the middle and got wider near the hilt it came into an upward curve at the bottom, and then a short spike that wasn’t sharp or long in the slightest, because it curved in a higher point of the hilt, and then continued down the shaft of the sword. The middle like I said was slimmer, with a carved picture of what looked like horse and a carriage with two people on it. The other end had a long spike that contracted where I guessed the blade use to be.
“It’s not broken you stupid boy.” My father growled at me. “Ignorance!” he yelled at me. I tried to not roll my eyes at him so they sat there looking up at my eyebrows. Maybe I should have shown more respect, more fear I mean after all my father was death, literally, the god of the underworld, the one and only Hades. But I mean after seventeen years of how he acted I was really use to it.
“Ignorance”, he repeated at me.
“Whose sword is it?” I asked not letting his attitude offend me. Obviously this was a touchy subject, whoever had owned this sword must have offended my father in some way or another, if he was still grouchy about it.
“Perseus’s”
“Ah” It made sense now, the brief history from my father’s past, he’d tried to over throw Zeus, Zeus’s Demi-god son basically made his plan blow up in his face, and he’d used this sword to help him on his way to defying my father, ruining his big plan of the day. I was his next big plan, that’s why I was born. And so far, for this plan, I’d gone the furthest. He’d had a bunch of kids before me, none of them had lived as long as I had, trained as well, gotten as powerful. “How did the sword break?” I asked again looking at him.
“It’s not broken, the sword disappears when not needed. “
“From the stories, Zeus sent this to his son, forged by a God right?”
“I would figure so.”
“So it’s very strong.”
“Obviously”, my father growled
“Can I have it?”
“What?”
“I need a strong sword. One that doesn’t break like the other ones do, and... Think about it... a sword made by Zeus. Your training me to be a hero, to them this guy who used the sword was a hero. Makes sense doesn’t it.”
“Fine take it.” He muttered turning away from me.
My life in a nutshell:
I was born in the underworld. So were my seven siblings before me, although we’ve been born all over the map, in the last bit of a hundred years. The only time another one comes, is after the one living dies. I don’t know the stories of the other ones, all I know is obviously they had died. From my life so far, I could see how that could be possible. I trained non-stop. Against monsters that would be most Demi-gods worst nightmares, creatures from hell. The best part of these monsters from hell was my home, was there home too.
Minimum of FIVE well developed paragraphs, please.
Why do you think you can stabilize a powerful character?: Active, I like to write a lot, advance role-player.