Where All Dreams Turn to Dust

Subject: Where All Dreams Turn to Dust Fri Aug 17, 2012 6:32 pm

Welcome to the Deepest, most Fantastical Depths of my Museful Labyrinth
This could either be the most wonderful, or most disturbing place you have ever visited, now without further a due, let's begin our journey.

Subject: Re: Where All Dreams Turn to Dust Fri Aug 17, 2012 9:45 pm

Spoiler:

He stumbled into to faith and thought, "God, this is all, there is?"
The pictures in his mind arose, and began, to breathe.
And all the gods and all the worlds began colliding on a backdrop of blue. Blue lips, Blue veins.
He took a step but then felt tired, he said, "I'll rest, a little while." But when he tried to walk again,
He wasn't, a child. And all the people hurried fast, real fast, and no one ever smiled. Blue lips, Blue veins.

Name: Allistare Fyorik
Age: 15, born on April 18th
Gender: Male
Godly Parent: Techne, the personification of art.
Claimed: At the age of 1
Mortal Family: Technically, he has no dad, but in the same breath, he does.
Years in Camp: 15
Not-So-Brief History: The goddess Techne constantly wondered the Earth, in search of modern inspiration for new creations. She scoured the Earth day after day, forming and working myriads of pieces. Then one day, an idea struck her that outclassed anything she had ever created. She would make a human, a son for herself. But she needed life essence from a man, so, this is what Techne did. One day, she walked the streets of New York City, the center of all things artsy and creative. After several hours, she found the perfect, most beautiful specimen of a man. She drew his life essence and put it into her drawing. But as she was bringing the boy to life, something went terribly wrong. As his body emerged from the paper, the ink fused with him, turning his blood to ink, his tears to paint. She was utterly and thoroughly shocked. This wasn't how it was supposed to happen! She didn't want him to be cursed with this! Unable to bare the sight of her failed creation, she took him to the one place where she knew he would be safe, and for the most part, accepted, Camp Half-Blood
Physical Appearance: Well, Allistare is odd-looking to say the least. Let's begin with his most prominent and striking feature: his hair. Yep, a stunning teal blue, and straight as can be. No matter how hard he tries to dye it, the strange color will never yield to even the brightest, most saturated of dyes. His skin is very pale like the paper he was drawn on. It's very thin and easily broken, but his wounds heal rather quickly. He is only 5'7 and hopes to grow taller someday soon. his hands are kind of small with long, boney fingers. He wears a size 10 1/2 shoe and has a strange thing for hats, which he has a large collection of. He has a long, thin nose and pale lips, with a bright smile. He's pretty scrawny, being only about 100 lbs. Lastly, his eyes randomly change color.
Personality: Well, calling Allistare socially inept is an understatement, he rarely interacts with new people, but he's genuinely kind and generous if he actually make the strange choice to socialize. but he generally keeps his distance because the ink in his veins has a mind of it's own, and reacts to all of his different emotions, and can become uncontrollable, so this has made him quite shy. he's also very insecure about himself, he never seems to be at a loss for criticisms to give himself and how awful he looks and how strange he is. It's always a difficult thing for Allistare to compliment himself, and an even harder take to accept them when they come from other people. But getting away from that side of him, let's say you did get to know him, what would he be like? Well, he talks in a very soft voice, but he's adamant with his opinions and has a very crude yet modern sense of humor. He loves sherbert and the smell of chocolate cake and strawberries. He is very polite and accepting but sometimes puts other people before himself, and often catches himself trying too hard to impress someone. Though he does have a good temperament and not the type to act violently, making him mad could quite possibly be the worst decision of your life. When angry, the ink boils and flows extremely fast, and normally breaks from his skin into several tentacles that will act on their own. And making him sad can work the same way, but usually the paint and ink just pours out of him and forms different shapes and often hurts Allistare instead of someone else. So, to wrap things up, as long as you don't outwardly insult him, he won't bother you, and he'll just go on his way without paint smacking you in the face.
Fatal Flaw: Puts others before himself.
Pets: An alley cat name Magi (Maa-JI)
Talents: -Can cause the ink in his veins to flow at an alarming rate, giving him a large speed boost, but can only be used in short bursts.
- Can summon tentacles made of paint to lash out at aggressors.
- Can send out pulses of colored ink from his palms to temporarily blind aggressors.
- If he uses a lot of energy, he can make living creatures out of ink and paint to fight for him, but this leaves him dazed and fairly exhausted.
- A very talented artist
- Though he doesn't like to admit it, he can play the piano incredibly well and is a fair singer.
Weapons: A small, jagged knife, with a curved, shining black handle and a multicolored blade about 10 inches long.
Year-Round or Summer: Year Round
Other: Has a subtle Russian accent.
Famous Quotes:" I-I don't know if I can handle this."
"Sorry, this paint just has a mind of it's own"
"You don't know the definition of 'living and breathing art' until you've met me"
"Oops, I inked"
Song: Discord-The Living Tombstones

Thanks to Roozers a.k.a Slenderman for helping me with this idea and with his picture^^

And no one saw and no one heard, they just followed the lead.
The pictures in his mind awoke, and they began, to breed.
They started off beneath the Knowledge Tree and then chopped it down to make white picket fences.
And marching along the railroad tracks they smiled real wide for the camera lenses.
They made it past the enemy lines just to become enslaved in the assembly line.
Blue lips, blue veins. Blue, the color of our planet from far, far away.

Subject: Re: Where All Dreams Turn to Dust Sat Aug 18, 2012 12:44 pm

* accepted!
--------------this is a wonderful first character! welcome to the site.

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