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PostSubject: bingo is a sport   Mon Sep 03, 2012 4:07 pm

hi, lovelies. mama said it. bingo is a sport! sometimes i feel like making characters is a sport, tbh. a race to make the best characters the fastest. i believe that making characters is a sport! so, i'm here to walk you through my gallery of characters. or--i guess you could put it this way--my trophies that i was awarded to for winning the sport. first, i'm going to be talking about important information regarding my characters. counts, songs, relationships, topics, etc. you're welcome.

roll call
† charlotte "charlie" bradford, daughter of eos
† adriano miles, son of eros
† vinnie belanov, son of hermes
† adam lewins, son of morpheus.
† levi wayland, son of aphrodite

celebrities
bertie gilbert as adrian miles
dave franco as vinnie belanov
niall horan as adam lewins
george shelley as levi wayland

lives
charlie:

vinnie:

adam:
    none atm,

levi:



ipod
vinnie's song is yonkers by tyler the creator.
adam's song is come away to the water by maroon 5 ft. rozzi crane.
levi's song is demons by imagine dragons.


love
vinnie likes faye mclean.
adam is dibbed for cerys and sapph.
levi is in love with rose harkner who is dating someone else.

the beginning part was somewhat leeched from nico. :3 credit to her.


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Charlotte Maria Bradford

Name: Charlotte Maria Bradford, but she goes by just Charlie.
Age/Birthday: Charlie's sixteen and her birthday is March 29th, 1994.
Gender: Female.
God Parent: Unknown
Claimed: Charlie's god parent is Eos, titan goddess of the Dawn.
Mortal Family: Charlotte's father, Richard Bradford is a Harvard graduate and a lawyer. Richard--Dick--didn't really care about Charlie. He stopped trying after she turned ten. During her entire childhood, Charlie was a generally happy kid. She smiled, laughed, played with the other girls and was profitable. Profitable in the way that she was a child model. Adding on top of his fortune, Charlie was a little bag of money. Dick loved his daughter, but he loved money, too. When Charlie hit her post-toddler years, she was no longer a chubby, adorable sack of money. She was a thin, small, sarcastic youngster. Even as a young child she was sarcastic. That's when Dick gave up. Richard was a workaholic.
Years in Camp: Charlie's been in and out of camp since she's been fourteen years old. She can't really count how many years she's been here, though. But has been here for roughly four years.
Brief History: Eos and Richard gave birth to Charlotte Maria Bradford at dawn on July 13th, 1996. Shortly after Charlie was born, Eos left. Eos left Richard to care for an infant baby girl. So, Richard hired a nurse to take care of the baby and the man instantly left for a month on a business trip. For the majority of Charlie's early years, her father was away on business trip after business trip, work day after work day. She was raised by nannies and nurses. Charlie grew up in a beach house right off the ocean so she wouldn't say she had it all bad. Some aspects of her childhood were pretty good. The team of nannies that took care of her were generally very kind to the young child. They let her do what she wanted and she was a free soul. Until she was three.
When Charlie was three, Richard had a party at his house with agents and other attorneys that he knew from the law world. Somehow Charlie had crawled out of her bed and gone looking for her father. She raced down from her bedroom in a fit of giggles and running into the legs of prestigious rap stars. And she just so happened to run into the leg of The Notorious B.I.G. The rapper picked the toddler up and walked her over to Richard with an amused grin on his face. At that moment, Richard was talking with some well-known agents from the modeling world. The agents took one look at his daughter and decided right then and there that they wanted to sign the child.
So from the age of three onward, Charlie was a child model for many companies. She modeled for diapers, for underwear, clothing in general, big name clothing stores. Soon she was modeling for perfumes for celebrities. Then she was modeling for big name perfumes like Tommy Hilfiger and Chanel. Charlotte Bradford was becoming a well known model in her age category. Then she turned ten. After Charlie turned ten years old, puberty started to hit her and she started to get less and less work and less and less money.
Physical Appearance: Charlie's a bit taller than most girls standing at five foot seven inches. She's got the body of a model with long arms and long legs. Her limbs are overall very thin. She's got a single tattoo under her bicep. It's just a simple triangle. Charlie has very delicate hands and thin arms. If she were a few pounds lighter, she could be classified as sickly, but she's not. Charlie often wears two or three black hairties around her wrists and a ring on her finger.
Personality: Charlie's a hipster. She acts and thinks in ways that everyone else finds to be weird or strange. She does things that nobody else thinks of. She's sarcastic and witty, a bit cynical, too. Charlie finds humor in things that most people don't. She's nothing like her mother.
Fatal Flaw: She takes nothing seriously. She's too lack with everything. Charlie also holds a mean grudge.
Pets: None.
Talents: None.
Weapons: She has a simple sword.
Year-Round or Summer: Year round.
Other: Charlie's a smoker of cigaretttes.




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PostSubject: Re: bingo is a sport   Mon Sep 03, 2012 4:07 pm



Adriano Brandon Miles

Nickname:
"Adriano can sometimes be a mouthful for Americans." Adrian.
Age: Sixteen
Birthday: February 17th
Gender: Male
Place of birth: Venice, Italy
God Parent: Eros
Claimed: Yes
Mortal Family: Victoria Miles - Mother - Thirty years-old
Years in Camp: Two
Brief History:
“Adrian!” A nearby voice yelled at him, making him blink for a second before spinning on his feet to face the teenagers that were walking their way, their hoods pulled up over their hair and casting shadows across their features. Adriano’s eyes narrowed, turning his head to the right the see that the children that had just been swinging back and forth on the swings were running in the opposite direction and out of the park, obviously fearful of the brawl that would out-break. Adriano felt like joining them for a split second before snapping out of it. Now would be the time he had to get his fists dirty once more.
His hands reaching into the pocket of his jeans, Adriano’s fist tightened around the metal conspicuously, knowing that the other boys around him were to do the same. They all kept their eyes on the other gang, wondering who would make the first move. Adriano knew that if they didn’t start this soon, then the police would step in, and Adriano wanted this sorted and the clear the area before any of that happened.
As the Italian boy paused to think, Dean leaned in to whisper in his right ear, loud enough for the people within a feet to hear. “There’s ten of them at least, man. We’re easy-pickings for those assholes.” Adriano’s blue eyes swept over their group, indeed seeing at least ten muscular boys.
Before Adriano could reply to Dean, something small passed the suns rays for a moment before spiraling down towards them. Adriano cussed, ducking quickly to avoid being hit by the brick, hearing it smash against the floor and crumble. That’s when all hell broke loose.

Born and raised in around the gondolas, music and beautiful food that is Italy, at a first glance it would seem that Adriano's birth was indeed a blessing. Victoria Miles was a fine owner of a traditional Italian restaurant and had enough money to spare. A one night-fling with an unknown man and a surprise pregnancy, Victoria knew she would never be able to get rid of this child. Although she had all this money from her successful and well-known restaurant, she had always wanted to start a family of her own. This seemed to be the perfect opportunity for her, and she did all she did to grasp it. She would ensure that Adriano would have a nice life as a child and growing-up, and the environment she chose to do this was perfect.
So Adriano grew up into a young-boy, living above a beautifully scented Italian cuisine and playing among the rivers and streets of Venezia. Adriano didn’t ever want anything to change for him and Victoria, and was more than happy with his life and youth in Italy. He had many friends, as most seemed to draw towards him, and although he wasn’t the best in school, his Mother supported him. He was happy and she was happy; that was all that mattered.
When Adriano was eight years-old, Nathaniel entered his life. Nathan was his mother’s new boyfriend; a American man that had a certain amount of charm. Enough charm to indeed ‘bag’ Victoria. She was literally head-over-heels for him. Adriano also liked this man but who wouldn’t? Small Adriano imagined Nathan to take forth the role of the father he always wanted, and Nathan did indeed do this. He moved in with them after a few months, and soon became a member of the family.
After another year of the three of them living in Italy, Nathan finally plucked up the courage and asked Victoria and Adriano to move back to America with him. After much deliberation and protests from Adriano, they did indeed move to the states; New-York city, to be exact. Both Victoria it and Nathan had enough money, so they bought an apartment in the middle of the city, buying a small café so their lives were similar to how it had always been. Life for Victoria and Nathan was as perfect as it had been in Italy.
Adriano however was finding the adjustment very difficult to handle indeed. The ten year-old, having only spoken Italian all his life, had to pick up on English very quickly. His schooling was very hard also, considering the language and subjects were practically foreign to him. He developed a lot of bad habits at this time, getting into fights more easily.
As soon as Adriano had learnt the language, which took him a good few months, he took this new start as a way to be the guy that everyone loved on TV. He got into a whole heap of trouble, yet his mother was too loved-up to see and stop this before it was too late. Adriano was soon the centre of a group of people that were considered a menace to society. They were considered a gang, and were often getting into brawls with other gangs among New-York.
Stealing, fighting and girls were all that played on this young fourteen year-old’s mind. So much so that everything else didn’t matter. It was a bit weird really. Adriano was trying to grow up too fast. He soon was stealing as a habit, and his high-school had expelled him for cussing the head-teacher vibrantly.
His mother finally knew she had to put her foot down but Adriano was too far in to be able to stop. He was caught stealing a six-pack of beer from the local off-license and was taken in by the police. Obviously he wouldn’t be put behind bars considering he was only fourteen but he was on their files. He had to stay there for a night whilst they tried to get in touch with Victoria. When realized, the police kept a good eye on this charismatic boy, not wishing him to get in any more trouble.
However, one officer kept an eye on him more than others. It just so happened that this officer was half goat beneath his uniform. Officer Parker was often following Adriano; parking outside his house, tailing him when he went out with his gang. He was always there, yet no-one seemed to notice.
The next fight Adriano got into, a month or so later, Parker was ready for him. He grabbed him by the scruff of his jacket and shoved him in the back of his police-car. He explained that he was a Demigod, though didn’t have a clue who his Godly parent was, and that he had to go to camp right now. There wasn’t another option. The more havoc Adriano caused around the city, the higher the danger risks were. Adriano went eagerly, honestly not wanting to get into anymore trouble and turning over a new chapter and be…moderately good like he used to be in Italy.
Victoria believes her son was and still is missing.

Physical Appearance:
Adriano has the features that many people envy for. With natural blonde hair that he smoothes to the side in a quiff, Adriano never has and never will need to dye his hair. It is blonde, and has never lightened or darkened considerably since birth. It's the same colour as his Mother's once was, yet she had dyed her hair a chocolate brown colour since Adriano's birth. When Adriano had asked his Mother about this whilst being a young boy, she had always given him a bright smile and said; Why not, tesoro?"
His eyes are also an envy for most; a bright shade of blue. They also do not adapt another colour or change shade depending on what one is wearing. No; they always remain a sky blue. There are light golden flecks around the pupil yet these are not very noticeable.
The last time Adriano chose to measure himself, he came off as 5"12. He doesn't know whether he has grown and, if so, by how much but he expects to have peaked through 6-foot now. He hopes so, considering he was never the tallest growing up due to his mother's relatively-short height. Growth-spurts were such a wonderful thing.
Adriano is lean and moderately-muscular because he works-out when he gets a chance around camp; wanting the best physique so he would, as he put it; "Get all the ladies," Adriano suspects that his abs may help most of the girls at camp. Why else would Adriano go through that work? To be healthy and fit? Yeah, right…
Adriano is quite a pale boy. For some reason, he didn’t adapt his mother’s tan and as soon as he left Italy, his tan colour seemed to slowly fade because he wasn’t used to the little sun there was in the United States compared to that in Italy.
If to abandon the camp uniform, Adriano’s dress-style is quite indie, often wearing colours such as blue and maroon. He is nearly always wearing a snap-back and Suprah sneakers, wanting to be a fashionable as possible. He has the money to spend on nice clothes, and likes to flaunt this. He doesn’t this is a bad thing; looking good.

Personality:
As most can tell, Adriano is a very confident boy. He knows he is good-looking, and believes that others think the same. This can sometimes give the impression that he is vain, which he is, but he attempts to tone it down around people that he actually wants to get close to. He didn’t stutter or hesitate when he wants to say something, and often likes to be the center of attention. He can be loud and obnoxious at times as well.
Adriano is also sarcastic; always making witty jokes and wanting people to laugh. He can sometimes make people feel small and insignificant by making a joke about them, but will try and apologize to them about it afterwards. He has a lot of regrets, yet knows that he can’t look back on him so he has to move forward.
He lives live to its full-potential, always laid-back and ready for some fun. He doesn’t really like fighting or tension after numerous years in a angry environment, and will fill the space with a witty crack at someone. Many know that he doesn’t mean this and what he says, yet he can sometimes push people away because of this. Adriano tries to stop making fun of people as best he can.
Although Adriano is vain, cocky, sarcastic and incredibly flirtatious, he is a hopeless romantic. He has never been able to stay with the same girl for more than a month because of this; always wanting to find the one girl he was in love with. He would never ever admit anyone that he thought this though, considering his reputation meant quite a lot to him.

Fatal Flaw:
  • Adriano somehow manages to gain enemies quite fast. Whether this is because he dumps girls like a toy or manages to insult people with one of his jokes, he is not sure. He, over the past two years, has managed to indeed make a few enemies around camp yet the number is insignificant compared to the number of friends he has.
  • He has a fear of the dark and has since he was young. He can sleep in the dark yet when on edge, he likes to keep a small light or lamp on at all times. He finds this quite embarrassing.
  • Adriano can become very jealous very easily, and this doesn’t help his ADHD. It often brings out the worst in him. When his anger levels spark, Adriano is completely unpredictable. He will literally do anything; hurting others, hurting himself, crying…etc…


Pets:
None currently

Talents:
Adriano has always had trouble trying to identify his talents. He believes he has none, yet there are one or two that could be considered a talent. For one, he cans seem to draw people to him like a moth or a flame. He doesn’t really think much of it, but he nearly always surrounded by people. Many would think that this popularity was cool but on rare occasions, Adriano becomes bored of it. Everyone needs a bit of solidarity.
Another thing that has always bothered Adriano, yet never believed it was a talent, was the fact that no matter what happens to him, his appearance will always return back to normal. For example; when once in a brawl, Adriano’s nose had broke and moved to the side. Where most would have a more predominant bone in the middle of his nose and noticeable, Adriano’s nose returned straight. He has no scars unlike many children also, because of this. He cannot, however control this and still feels the pain of every broken bone and cut, despite the fact the blemish may fade after a few days. The only exception to this is that he cannot notice or control this to his knowledge and scars from celestial broze swords do not fade.

Year-Round or Summer:
Year-Round

Other:
adopted from Welshy<3





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PostSubject: Re: bingo is a sport   Mon Sep 03, 2012 4:07 pm

character slot.


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PostSubject: Re: bingo is a sport   Mon Sep 03, 2012 4:08 pm

extra big three character slot, ja.


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Vincent Thomas Belanov
"I walk this fine line between insane and insecure."

Age/Birthday:
18 years old, July 3rd
Gender:
Male
God Parent:
Hermes
Claimed:
Yes
Mortal Family:
Ramona Belanov
Years in Camp:
3
Brief History:
Vinnie had always been labeled the "trouble-maker" at school. He got poor marks on his report cards, was constantly sent to the principal, and even transferred schools when he got expelled(twice.) His home life wasn't particularly great--his mother was an alcoholic who would disappear for days without so much as telling Vin where she was going, and so he mostly took care of himself--but he wasn't abused or anything of the like. His teachers would constantly worry for his well being, because he'd show up in the clothes he wore the day before, sleep through all the classes, and constantly had cuts and bruises on his arms and legs, but none of it was really his parents fault. The clothes were just because he was too lazy to change and nobody said he had too, the sleeping was because he hated school and was too jumpy to sit still and actually pay attention, and the cuts and bruises were because he'd go out skating with his friends every night. Despite his constant explanations, nobody believed him. Multiple times his mother, Ramona Belanov, faced lawsuits as social workers tried to take away child custody of Vinnie. They had lost each case until he was 13, when they finally, unfortunately, won.
The case wasn't about custody of him, though. It was about his punishment. While his mom was on her usual trip to gods only knew where, Vin decided it would be a fun idea to try driving her car. The keys had been left on the kitchen counter, and from watching television shows Vin assumed he had some idea of what he was doing. Originally he just planned to drive around the neighborhood and bring it back, maybe stopping by a friend's house to brag, but he never got the chance. He put the keys into the ignition of the old white Honda Accord from the 90s, and twisted it, turning on the engine. After a few minor errors he managed to put the car in reverse and pull it out into the street, before turning it and shifting it into drive. From there, he started speeding down the street, completely unaware of the little boy from down the street playing outside.
When a squirrel went running into the street, Vin swerved out of panic. He ended up going up onto the curb, into the grass and over an 11 year old boy who went to his school. The car went into the boy's house, and Vin was thrown from the vehicle. He went through a glass coffee table and cut himself up badly, but the boy was dead.
After Vin's injuries were tended to and the concussion was beginning to disappear at the hospital, policed informed Vinnie of what he'd done. They said there would be severe consequences, however, they weren't as bad as Vinnie had originally thought. Somehow the court ruled that Vincent's joyride had been a result of stress and bad parenting, and that the accidental manslaughter wouldn't have happened otherwise. Ramona was charged for leaving her child unattended like she did and spent six months in jail, followed by six months of parenting classes. Vinnie went to a juvenile detention center for the year, where he constantly thought of what he'd done, how he'd killed an innocent boy--a classmate, no less. It changed him from being extremely reckless and oblivious of consequence to something of a cynic.
Just short of his 15th birthday, Vincent got out of jail. He went home to Ramona and tried to begin a new life. While Vinnie gave up running about in the middle of the night, stealing and fighting, he didn't give up skateboarding. For a while, he was worried he'd crash into people and hurt them skateboarding, or he'd hurt himself, but eventually, after many falls and having to get back up, he grew to understand that accidents happen. He is still scarred both physically and mentally from the event, but skateboarding helped him remember who he was before, and helped him realize that he could still be that person because that person wasn't bad. Slowly his old habits came back--though he was still terrified of driving.
Shortly after realizing this, Ramona had a sober talk with Vin(she quit drinking after Vinnie killed their neighbor and she went to jail.) She confessed that he wasn't an ordinary child, but he was a son of no other than the greek god of mischief, Hermes. Vin didn't want to believe it, but somewhere deep down, he thought it might be true. Ramona promised that he'd understand everything if he attended a special summer camp for children of the Greek deities. Vin, feeling like he didn't have much of a choice on the matter, agreed to go. He figured there wasn't really anything to lose, anyhow. It was actually a new start--a way to burn his bridges. He began to cherish an idea and by the time his bus was scheduled to arrive, he cherished the idea. The bus took him half away across the country, from his small home in Denver, Colorado, all the way to Long Island, New York. Using written directions on a piece of paper, he walked the last few miles to Camp Half Blood, and arrived with nothing more than the clothes on his back.
Physical Appearance:
Vin isn't lacking in body muscle at all. He has prominent arm and leg definition under fair skin. His limbs are long and lanky; Vin is somewhat tall, even for a guy, standing at 6'2." He's got an oval head covered in a mop of wavy, dark brown hair, which he tends to hide under a hat out of laziness. The hair curls around his ears and at the back of his neck, and he lacks hair anywhere else.
Under the wisps of his bangs you can see small, almond shaped, honey brown eyes that gleam a shade close to amber under the right light. He's also got thick, naturally down-sloping eyebrows that, combined with his confident smirk, gives him a determined, confident look to replace a neutral face. He's got dimples, the right slightly more prominent than the left, and a Marilyn Monroe mole that can't be seen from too far away.
As far as unusual markings go, he's got mature scars making small lines and criss-crosses all over his back, as well as the back of his neck, arms, legs, and even a small one on his butt. These were from being thrown into the coffee table as a kid. They're mature scars, shiny and pink, but smooth. He also has large scars on his knees and elbows, courtesy of his skateboarding past-time. The only other strange mark is a cafe au lait birthmark, which is light brown and roughly the shape of an oval, but with the occasional jagged edge. It's about an inch and a half wide, and located on his calf, a little un-centered to the left.
Personality:
For a while after the accident, Vinnie was extremely reserved. He felt guilty and depressed, and didn't really want to talk to anyone or spend time with people in general. Eventually, he returned to his own, charismatic, mischievous self--but he's danger conscious, now. His stunts are a little more controlled, because he doesn't want to hurt people. He'll still occasionally scrap for fun, but never with the intention to seriously injure, as well as steal small things and lounge around in no loitering stores. He still takes signs and slaps stickers on railings, but he's less eager to fight or put himself in a situation where he might endanger somebody else. And he has a major fear of driving. He can sit in a car, certainly. He had to just to get to Camp Half Blood. But he refuses to get behind the wheel again. For the mean time, Vin will stick to skateboarding everywhere.
Vin is somewhat prideful in what he does. He's happy to say that he steals and that he won't take crap from people, and beams when people give him compliments. He'll given anyone any type of talk, whether about the birds and the bees or about how he thinks the earth was created. He absolutely despises talking about how he killed the boy, though. That's one topic that makes him squirm. But that aside, Vin is a happy-go-lucky guy. He takes things day by day and doesn't mind running in head first without a plan. Sometimes, that's his downfall. Other times, it works out great. Vin is likely to smile either way. He's friendly to most and will talk to anyone who starts a conversation with him. Being social comes natural to him.
Charisma aside, Vin is also very curious. If he wants to know something, he finds out about it. He'll go a great length to solve a mystery, because the question will burden him until an answer is found. This leads him to questionable situations sometimes, and can often get him into trouble. Vin is the kind of guy that strolls down a dark alley way in the middle of the night by himself just to find out what something shining on the ground might be. Consequences or something he doesn't typically think about. Somehow, though, he still complains when bad things happen due to his lack of thinking.
Fatal Flaw:
Vincent is afraid of hurting people. Specifically, killing them. He hesitates to make the final blow, which could lead to his own demise when fighting with an enemy.
Pets:
None
Talents:
Being a son of Hermes leads Vinnie to do questionable things. He's excellent at lock-picking as well as pick-pocketing and even smuggling products out of stores, to some extent. Hermes' talents aside, Vin is an experienced skateboarder and isn't half bad on a dirt bike, either. He can't sing or play an instrument to save his life, but he does have a guilty pleasure for poetry and song writing.
Weapons:
A boomerang spanning four feet in length. It has razor sharp edges and does return when thrown properly. The boomerang is black in color, with celestial bronze edges that are silver in color. The weapon has been affectionately named Arsenio. While many would consider Arsenio to be a heavy, bulky weapon, Vin finds that the weapon isn't actually particularly hard to carry, throw, or run with. He suspect the ease of using the weapon is a gift from his father, Hermes, though there is no actual proof of this and he's never met his dad so he can't ask about it.
Arsenio, because of the inconvenience of its shear size, can cut down and transform into to a black and gold striped lanyard around his neck. At the bottom of the lanyard, along with his house and car keys, is a small golden boomerang. It hangs like a keychain, but the boomerang is the embodiment of Arsenio. When Arsenio is out and in use, any keys that Vin keeps on the lanyard cannot be accessed.
Year-Round or Summer:
Year-round
Other:
Vin loves working out because it allows him to blow off steam in a way that's as close as you can get to violence without being violent.




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PostSubject: Re: bingo is a sport   Mon Sep 03, 2012 4:08 pm



Adam Charles Lewins


Name: Adam Charles Lewins, who goes by just Adam.
Age/Birthday: Adam was born in 1900, but due to his past, he never aged in the Lotus Casino keeping him forever seventeen. His birthday is February 17th, 1901. In actuality, he's 113.
Gender: Male.
God Parent: Morpheus.
Claimed: Yes.
Mortal Family:
Mary Lewins (Biological Mother) - Mary loved her son more than anything in the world and would do anything for him. When Adam wanted to go off to the war, she was extremely proud of his noble desires to fight for the cause. She was a little worried since he was underage, but Adam assured her that he'd be fine. Mary met Morpheus one day at the market while she was shopping for meats, since she didn't have her own farm, seeing how it was pretty difficult to have a farm New York. Morpheus appeared to her as a rich man who just wanted love. And that's what he got. Morpheus and Mary fell in love with each other. It tore the god apart to leave his wife and child but he left eventually, leaving his son and his wife all his money.
Lucy Lewins (Biological Sister) - Adam and his sister were pretty distant for their time period. Most siblings then would have been best friends, or at least like each other. Lucy didn't appear to like Adam at all. She often seemed annoyed by his presence and rarely spoke to him. Except when Adam left for the Great War. When Adam announced that he was leaving, his mother broke down in tears and left the room leaving only Adam's younger sister to comfort him. Lucy ran up to Adam and threw her arms around his neck and cried. Surprised, Adam held her and rubbed her back, patting her gently. Turns out, Lucy could've been an oracle for Apollo. She was always given glimpses of the future, but never the actual visions. So when Adam announced that he was going to war, she was quiet because she'd been going through a sort of vision. The vision was of the horrors of the battlefield. For the last days, she pleaded with her brother not to go, but he didn't listen.
Jane Lewins (Biological Sister) - Another daughter of Morpheus, Adam barely knew Jane before he went off to war. She was only three when he left home for the War. During the time they did know each other, Adam and Jane seemed to spend every waking moment with each other. They were always together, Jane would always chatter away to Adam, curling up on his chest while they slept. The two were practically inseperable. Adam never even got to see her fifth birthday. Adam's been told that she's still alive and he's been desperately trying to meet her. That's all he wants for the rest of his life, is to spend it with someone he can remember from his past.
Years in Camp: Adam's been here for about three weeks.
History: Adam was born and raised in New York of the early twentieth century. For the majority of his infant years, his mother didn't have a job, leaving them to the streets or to rent out expensive apartments for the night and only the night. The severity of the situation arose when Mary's possessions were stolen out of her bag one night in the winter, leaving her and her infant son without a blanket for the night. Right then and there, Mary made the decision to suck up her pride and talk to her parents again. Though her parents were disappointed in her for not marrying, they still loved her and took her and Adam into their home. That's where they lived for three years until Mary had enough money saved up for a house in Queens. Adam's grandparents were definitely sad to see their only grandson leave, but they let him go easily. After Adam and his mother left, they lived in a small house in Queens as planned.
After all the hardships in his early years, Adam had a relatively easy childhood. He didn't have school and he didn't have any siblings to compete with or fight with. Though he had an easy childhood, he was particularly lonely because of no siblings and no pets. Also, his mother was gone a lot. She was always working at that shoe factory. His mother worked from about five in the morning until ten at night most times. She'd come home and just flop down, dead tired. And when Adam was old enough, he got a job at the same shoe factory. He'd work the same amount of hours as his mother and soon enough they began pulling enough money for extra stuff at home. But, when Adam was eight, he got into a horrible accident at the factory that nearly killed him. He almost got caught in a press machine. From there, his mother made sure that he didn't continue work at the factory. He wasn't allowed. After the factory incident, Adam's father came around again only to knock up his mother. Mary had another baby when Adam was ten. Her name was Lucy.
After Lucy was born, Adam spent most of his time taking care of her when their mother was away. Adam was a good brother to her even though she seemed to hate him. Other than Lucy, Adam spent most of his teen years alone, just reading or practicing his writing skills. Adam was never any good with reading or writing, but his mother taught him since he never went to school to actually learn. He had always wanted to go to school, too. Mary had always told Adam that they couldn't afford it. And now that Adam couldn't work anymore, they sure as heck couldn't afford it. When Lucy was three, Adam started looking for a job again. He needed money for his sister. As if he didn't have enough pressure on him, war broke out in 1914 and all the men disappeared from the factories. Well, not all the men. Just quite a few of them. So, Adam got a job and was payed well. A year later, his baby sister, Jane, was born. Two years after Jane was born, America entered into the Great War and Adam signed up for the cause.
He came home one day after work to find his mother sitting at the table, crying. She yelled at him and screamed at him not to leave her. The war was an awful idea. But Adam didn't listen. He wanted to be worth something for once in his life. He wanted to feel like an American hero. He wanted to be great. Mary pleaded with him and begged him to stay, but Adam wouldn't listen. He had his heart set on going to war. When Adam arrived in basic training a few days later, the camp was in a hurry to get the men ready for war. It was a six week program. Six weeks of hell on his muscles. Adam's hair was shaved, he was given a gun, taught how to shoot, and they basically shipped him off to war. On the boat to Europe, Adam made some great friends. He spoke to a boy about his age of the same situation. The boy's name was Sam. Sam was from Pennsylvania, but had signed up in the New York Regiment. Adam and Sam bonded over boy things for a while on the boat.
However, when the two boys were deployed onto the Western Front, their world changed forever. The ride there in the back of the truck was silent. Bombs were going off in the distance, occasional booms and sounding like thunder. A few of the boys were praying to themselves. Adam and Sam were blissfully unaware of the impending horrors that awaited them on the Western Front. As the boys got off the truck, they were told to make themselves look small and move quickly to the trenches. Each of the boys did and they made it there alive. In the trenches, the boys were given guns and retaught how to shoot them. The guns they were given in the trenches were slightly different than the ones back in America. They were foreign almost. When Adam asked an older soldier about it, the soldier replied that they were French and the only available weapons. Their weapons had either been badly damaged or lost. Still confused, Adam went along with it.
That first night was pure terror for the new boys in the trench. Bombs went off over head, occasional shrapnel flying into the trenches. The other men slept fitfully while Adam and Sam stayed up all night whispering back and forth. They were too nervous and too upset to sleep. They'd been lied to. The Western Front was nothing like the way it was on the propaganda posters. Nothing. The posters had told them that the war was going to be easy and quick and from looking the way it was, nothing was looking easy or quick. All night Adam stayed up and prayed to every god he'd ever heard of. There were points where he was so nervous he'd have to get up and relieve himself. By the time morning rolled around, each of the boys were given a briefing on how the whole thing would work. They were told the ins and outs of bombings and all the slang and just everything. Within fifteen minutes of waking up, the men lined up against the trench wall waiting for the sound of the whistle to blow. Adam crossed himself and then the whistle blew.
Suddenly it was chaos and anarchy and hectic all at once as the men clambered out of the trench. A few were shot before the could even climb. Terrified, Adam forgot everything he knew about and just ran. He ran like hell. Along the way he was shot at. Bombs and bullets rained down mercilessly overhead, kicking up mud, blood, and water from the ground. Adam ran with Sam and Sam was doing okay. Until they ran into a German soldier. The German garbled at them in some ugly language and suddenly skewered Sam through the chest. He yanked the end of gun out Sam and Sam fell to the ground twitching in pain. Adam's eyes were huge and he barely thought about what he did next. He stabbed the soldier through the lower abdomen. The man fell to the ground, writhing in the mud. His blood spilled out of his body, a strangely beautiful scarlet color. From there, Adam used his gun he was given. He shot as many bullets as he could and avoided getting shot. Adam didn't think as he moved. He just kept moving.
Suddenly, an explosion happened nearby him sending Adam flying through the air. The son of Morpheus hit the ground hard landing on his arm in an old crater filled with water. The water was tinted red from blood. Not his own, though. Adam glanced around and steadied himself by putting his hand on what he thought was the ground. He glanced down, but his hand was resting on a random body part that he had no idea how to identify. Adam let out a choking noise and keeled over, vomiting in the water. As he finished vomiting, a fellow soldier pulled him out of the water and they kept moving across No Man's Land. Just as a grenade exploded over head, they dove into a new trench better than the last one. It had shelves and a wood floor. It was deep, too. Adam just lay there on the floor muttering incoherent words. He was speaking half in English and half in Greek making him totally incomprehensible to the other boys. The other men just looked at Adam like he was insane. Some of the older soldiers took one look at Adam and said, "He's shell-shocked." And that's exactly what he was. For the next twelve hours after that, Adam didn't sleep, eat, or drink. He sat in a corner and mumbled to himself. When he finally snapped out of it, the men were ordered to move forward. Adam was barely able to cross No Man's Land once before, how could he do it again? With grenades.
His commanding officer gave Adam a handful of grenades and told him to throw as hard and fast as he could. Adam had been noticed for having a ridiculously good aim. When the whistle blew, Adam shut down. He stopped thinking, he stopped talking, he stopped all but moving. He was a machine out there on that decimated landscape. He was a true machine. Adam skewered men left and right, tossed grenades into the distance, blew stuff up. All within a two minute time period. This time when he crossed No Man's Land, Adam didn't make the same mistake as last time. Last time he spent too much time standing around. This time the only goal in his mind was to live long enough to see that trench wall. And that was what happened. Adam made it to the trench again. This time, he stopped speaking to the other men all together. He just stopped. He was done.
Later that same week, they had been in the same trench for a week and Adam was completely done. He went into a quiet part of the trench and held a gun to his arm. He knew that if he got badly injured, they'd send him to a hospital. They wouldn't keep him on the war front. And that's what he did. Adam pressed the nozzle of the revolver against his arm and pulled the trigger. At the last second, though, Adam panicked and the bullet only grazed the side of his arm. As punishment, Adam was to stay on the line with the other men. During the rest of his time with the other men, Adam felt himself slowly going insane. He began to have hallucinations and flashbacks to the first time he crossed No Man's Land with Sam. He'd dream about Sam being blown up right in front of his very eyes. Adam was becoming mentally unstable. He lost over twenty pounds in the war. By the time someone realized what was happening to Adam, he was a gaunt skeleton who was sitting the trench, hugging a shotgun and whispering to himself.
There was a point when food had to be forced down the boy's throat. He couldn't even eat by himself. The lowest point that Adam hit during the war was the point where he was fully ready to die. He stood up in the middle of the night and climbed over the top of the trench. He held his arms out and called, "I'm ready!" Just as bullet flew past his head, his friends grabbed him and held him down while writhed and screamed in pain. He wasn't screaming about physical pain, either. He was screaming about the mental pain. Shortly after the Regiment made it to the forest, an ambulence was sent for Adam. He was hauled away to a mental hospital in Europe. Adam spent his Christmas and his 17th birthday in a mental hospital in France. But, on the bright side, Adam learned French while he was in the asylum. Shortly after his birthday, the veteran was released from the hospital and sent home with honors from his commander.
As soon as he got home back in America, his mother wanted to take him and his sisters to a hotel in Las Vegas to help him unwind from the war. During the entirity of the trip, Adam was quiet and merely stared out the window of the train. He didn't say a word to anyone. He kept his mouth shut, which made his mother cry while he was asleep. He'll never know that, either. When they arrived in Las Vegas, they headed straight to the Lotus Casino for some relaxation time. The Lotus flowers that Adam ate while he was there made him completely forget about everything he'd just witnessed and experienced. He was happy for once in a long time.
Until that satyr found him and rescued him. The satyr brought him Camp a short while ago and he's been here for a few weeks now.
Physical Appearance: Adam stands at the height of five foot seven inches tall. He's always been an average sized guy, well, in his own time he was. The average height size was a lot smaller than it is in current times. Adam has a bad stature, but impressive posture. He always stands like a soldier, since his training will always stay with him. With his light frame and small bones, Adam could easily be perceived as a male nymph--that is, if he stood with bad posture. Adam makes himself look about three inches taller, normally. His legs and arms are slim, but toned. Adam has relatively small hands and feet for a boy. On his arm, Adam's got a massive scar from where he shot himself. At the last second, Adam pulled the gun away, causing the bullet to only graze his arm.
Adam has very fair skin with a few moles and beauty marks dotting his skin here and there. Due to his Irish ancestry, his skin tends to get burned a lot, so Adam is frequently wearing sunblock. Along with his skin tone, Adam has a very good complexion, generally. He doesn't get that much acne anymore since he's nearly an adult, but he still gets the occasional zit near his jawline. Adam's frequently touching his jaw. The son of Morpheus has a very soft face with gentle features. His features and bone structure isn't hard and prominent like most guys his age. He has a rounded chin with a bit of an indent in the middle. Adam's lips and mouth are rather small and pink. Above Adam's mouth is his nose. Adam has a small nose that slops gently down his face. His nostrils flare out when he's angry and he's been told that it's a rather cute trait. The base of his nose is a bit wider than he likes it to be. The most distinguishing mark on Adam's face would have to be the scar on the side of his face, by his ear. It's a scar from being hit with shrapnel.
The most prominent feature of Adam's entire body would have to be his eyes. He has very average shaped eyes that are started to develop crinkles at the corners. His actual eye color is what's most surprising. Adam has a vibrant blue eyes with hints of green and golden, brown flecks thrown in. Around his pupils is a ring of straight teal green which gives his eyes a popping color. Framing his beautiful eyes is an average set of blonde, short eyelashes. Since he's a guy, he never wears mascara. Well, except for this one time... Anyways, above Adam's eyes are his eyebrows. He has nicely sculpted, well-kept blonde eyebrows. They're hardly noticeable, really.
On of top of Adam's head sits a full head of hair. Adam has very thick, dark-brown hair. Or, at least he thought it was brown. Adam is naturally a brunette but for some reason, when he came out of the Lotus Casino he found that his hair was blonde. The satyr told him that it had been bleached while he was in there and that he must've done it himself. Currently Adam has very light, bleached blonde hair. His roots are starting to grow back and currently just the tips of his hair are blonde. He's not sure if he's going to keep it bleached or not, though. He rather likes it this way. His hair is a bit longer than most guys, going past his ears if he does nothing with it but he usually keeps it styled with a bit of Axe styling gel. Since the turn of the century, he's really discovered hair products. His hair generally is found standing up in a voluminous fashion.
Adam has a very nice style. He stays dressed in nice clothes most of the time, still stuck in his early twentieth century mindset that he has to look nice. He generally wears a clean, crisp button down shirt tucked into a pair of tight slacks with a pair of oxfords and a jacket over it. If he really has to dress up, Adam goes for the bowties versus the ties. As he grows more into the current styles, Adam is slowly becoming a bit more lax with what he wears. He'll occasionally wear a v-neck t-shirt with a pair of nice, dark jeans and a pair of white hi-top shoes. He's found that this combination looks rather nice together. Since he's come out of the Lotus Casino, Adam has really taken a liking to sunglasses. Especially Ray-bans.
As for Adam's aura, he has an aura of calmness. Despite the insanity that runs rampant through Adam's mind, he has a very calming aura. It's one of the gifts from his father. His father is the god of dreams and so Adam has a calming, almost sleepy aura. Being around him makes you want to take a nap and have good dreams. Usually his aura isn't as strong as the way it's being described but if he's used his powers a lot during the day, his aura tends to get stronger and stronger.
Personality: Adam suffers from Post-traumatic Stress Disorder that he received during WWI when stationed in the Western Front in Europe. His disorder affects his life in many, many ways. Often Adam will have full mental breakdowns if something reminds him of the Western Front. He thinks about it too much, often flooding his way of normal thought. Adam indeed went absolutely insane during his time in the war. When he's not losing his mind, Adam's a quiet eighteen year old boy who enjoys spending his time alone. He's a true introvert, often spending all of his time reading in the library or curled up beside a fireplace with a notebook and a pencil.
Right off the bat, Adam could easily be described as introverted and quiet. He spends almost all of his time isolated and alone. He's a very quiet child and rarely speaks up. That pretty much stops him from speaking up and vocalizing his opinion. Adam's almost afraid to speak about his opinion which would make him the worst leader ever, by the way. He tends to keep things bottled up inside him as well. Adam very rarely is vocal about anything, actually. If he has something to say, he won't say it unless it's a life threatening situation.
As stated previously, Adam's a ruined soul. He's tormented, tortured, and destroyed. Tortured by his own demons and fears and memories. While he was in the Lotus, his memories were suppressed by the chemical makeup of the flowers and the effects they had on his brain but now that he's out after nearly a century in the Casino, his memories are nearly crystal clear. Adam never, ever talks about these memories but as stated before, he's clearly mentally unstable. He can hold his emotions well on a good day but on a bad day... it's bad. Adam's been so horribly affected by the carnage of WWI that he'll often have hallucinations and flashbacks. Sometimes he'll have hallucinations within the flashbacks. It's truly awful. Adam has hit that point where he's sat in his cabin all day and thought he was back in the trenches again. He honestly thought that's what was happening. He's become so deteriorated that he can hardly tell reality from hallucination anymore.
And on top of that, Adam's awkward and hesitant. Even for a teenager. He's awkward with girls and he's very awkward with other boys. Adam doesn't have many friends and he's not sure how to make them. He can hardly talk to people. Adam tends to befriend more animals than people because of this. He's a very hesitant boy. He's hesitant with doing things and he tends to overthink them a lot. He can't actually do something without thinking about it. Due to the war incidents, he's gotten better at just going with it, though.
If you were to hand Adam a gun and tell him to go kill people, he'd do it without question. One of Adam's greatest assets is that his kills and fights without question even if he doesn't like it. He hates fighting and he hates training, but he's naturally good at it. If his friends are in trouble and they're being killed, Adam will fight without question and he'll turn into a machine.
Adam's a very loyal person. Once he makes a friend, you can count on him for basically the rest of your life. Adam sticks with people until the very end and even after. He's the guy that girls go to talk to about their feelings. Since he's so quiet, Adam really knows how to listen and that's what makes him such a good guy. He knows how to listen and respond at the right parts. He's a great friend to guys and girls alike, he just doesn't have very many. He'll give a smile to practically anyone who wants it. He's super nice in general and would've been very popular except for his damage to his brain.
Despite never going to school, Adam's extremely intelligent. He could've skipped a grade in school if he had gone. Adam has a natural aptitude for learning and he loves reading and writing. He was never diagnosed with dyslexia or ADHD--technically because of his time period--mostly because he doesn't have dyslexia. He does have ADD, though. He has a natural curiosity for things he doesn't know and things that are restricted towards him. If you tell Adam that he's going to not be allowed to have knowledge, he's automatically going to learn it anyways.
Fatal Flaw: Adam has many flaws, but probably one of the worst flaws he has is his hesitation to make the kill shot. Ever since his time in the way, Adam just can't pull the trigger anymore. He doesn't have to pull anymore triggers but he still has to fight and defend himself. He's never killed a man or woman since the war and he doesn't plan on it.
Talents:
Dream Walking: The son of Morpheus has perfected his ability to walk through the dreams of others and of his own without become tired. The only downside of this power is that Adam can only do it with one other person and he has to be in physical contact with the person. This talent was a talent shown to him by his baby sister, Jane. He can stay in a dream unnoticed and be completely aware of his surroundings. However, if he's killed in a dream, he's killed in reality, too. Sort of like Inception.
Beauty Rest: Adam has the capability of not needing much sleep at all--which really helped him on the warfront many years ago. Adam could sleep for maybe two or three hours and he was good to go. He'd be plenty well-rested and rearing for action.
Illusions: That's right. Adam's able to create small illusions within dreams. Now this is a power that Adam has not quite perfected or messed around with since it requires other people to do it with. If he did it to himself, it'd be just classified as Lucid Dreaming.
Hypnokinesis: Adam has a slight ability to manipulate someone into feeling tired. He doesn't practice this power a lot, though. He doesn't like it.
Weapons: Adam has a simple light wood bow and a set of arrows to go with it. He has one of the best shots next to the Apollo kids but he really doesn't ever use this bow because he doesn't fight. He can't be in wars otherwise he has straight up breakdowns.
Year-Round or Summer: All year.
Other: His color is gray and the total word count of this app is: 4755.
Pets: Adam has a Husky puppy. The dog's name is Hercules.
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Levi Charles Wayland


Name: Levi Charles Wayland, otherwise known as Levi.
Age/Birthday: May 23rd, 1996. He's sixteen.
Gender: Male.
Celestia Parent: Aphrodite.
Claimed: Yes.
Mortal Family:
Pete Wayland (Biological Father) - Owner of a chocolates shop, Pete was a very handsome man. He had charisma, swagger, charm, and class. He also had a heavy, mean hand. Pete would abuse Levi from the age of five to the age of fourteen. Due to the intervention of the police, that was when the abuse stopped. Before Pete took to the drink and started hitting his son, he was a very lovely man. Before Levi was born and he was still with Aphrodite, Pete was completely whipped. He'd buy Aphrodite clothes, chocolates, wines, flowers, anything she wanted. And she got pregnant and everything went down the drain. The baby was born and she left immediately after, breaking Pete's heart on the way out. For a while, Pete was just depressed, quiet and somber. He didn't speak to anyone and kept to himself, just making his chocolates and going to therapy. After he came from therapy one day, he was different. He was drunk. That's when he started hitting his son. After that first sip of alcohol.
Years in Camp: Levi's been in camp since he was fifteen and a half. So he's been here for little over a year.
Brief History: Levi would not be the first to admit that he had a rough life. From the time he was just five years old, the boy had already broken three boys. Levi was born on a humid night in May from the goddess of love and was just left to fend for himself on Pete Wayland's doorstep. Yes, Pete is Levi's biological father, but Pete never wanted any offspring. He just wanted sex and a hot wife. Pete was a very selfish man, always neglecting his son as a baby. The baby would cry for nights on end until Pete couldn't take it anymore and hired a full time nanny. The nanny, Maria, took execellent care of Levi, leaving Pete to do other things on his own. For the first four years, everything was mostly calm in Levi's life. Then, his father discovered alcohol.
As soon as Pete's lips touched alcohol for the first time, that's it, he was hooked. The naturally abusive man began drinking heavily in the late afternoon and coming home from work hammered out of his mind. Pete would just drink himself into a stupor. When he wasn't that drunk, but hammered enough to remember, he'd beat on Levi, often teasing the boy about his girlish appearance. At first it was just mental abuse, by calling Levi various name and making fun of him, but by the time Levi was six years old, Pete had picked up physical abuse.
Everyday, Levi would go to school in long sleeves and sweatshirts, trying to cover up the bruises and the wounds so people wouldn't ask questions. Sometimes, Levi would purposely act out so he could stay after school in detention. Despite Levi's crappy home life, he was still a bright, shining light in his classroom. He made kids laugh, he smiled, he was kind to everyone. Not even his abusive father could break his spirit. For those first seven years, Levi really tried to make the best of his life even though it was crap. And in truth, Levi's dad had money which meant Levi always had money to spend. Even as a child. He often had nice clothes and expensive toys. Despite being a jerk, Levi's dad would buy him all the right toys at random times as if he were trying to make up for lost time. It didn't work.
When Levi was nine years old, an incident happened that was the rock bottom of Levi's childhood. This was the incident that broke the little boy's spirit. It was a frigid Christmas Eve and Pete was drunk yet again, this time he'd been particularly pissed enough to not even buy his son any presents. Confused and upset, the young Levi walked right up to his father and asked in a timid voice, "Daddy, did Santa bring me any presents? Did he forget about me?" Pete, feeling extremely angered by that statement, sent Levi flying through a wall. Levi broke six bones and had to go to the hospital. From that night on, Levi's spirit was completely broken. He no longer smiled in school, he no longer laughed, he was just dead. It was like, when his dad snapped, something inside of Levi broke.
From the age of ten years old, Levi began to have thoughts of suicide--to an extent. He wondered why his father hated him. What had he done to make his daddy do this? Why did his daddy hate him? Levi began to develop early feelings of guilt and he began to feel like it was his fault that his father hated him. He was the victim of multiple vicious crimes and yet he had began to feel like it was all his fault. A few months after that incident, Levi's dad was arrested and charged with a DWI and thrown into jail for a few months. During those few months, Levi stayed with an aunt of his father's. His Aunt Nora actually. Levi's Aunt Nora was a little out there, but all in all a good woman. She noticed Levi's scars and bruises right away and considered letting the police know, however, Nora feared that her brother would come after her.
As soon as Pete was let out of jail, it was back to hell again for the son of Aphrodite. He expected Pete to be worse than before, but actually it was better than before--physically, anyways. For the next two years, Pete emotionally abused the hell out of Levi. He'd put Levi through his insane mood swings and was always drinking and each and every night, Levi prayed the man would die. Finally, by the time Levi was thirteen, he had had enough.
It was a particularly warm night in May around the time of Levi's birthday when it happened. Pete had been messing around with his friends, bringing various "toys" home for him (Pete) to play with. It just so happened that Pete was drunk. Well, Levi was in the living room watching television when he heard a loud bang. Levi sprinted into the kitchen and saw his father and his friends laughing at the broken china that lay in pieces. Levi wasn't amused. "That was probably priceless china that you just broke," Levi pointed out with an innocent expression on his face. Pete stalked up to Levi and laughed in his face. "It wasn't worth nothing, just like you," he laughed, alcohol heavy on his breath. Levi moved away from him muttering, "disgusting." Somehow, Pete managed to pick up on that. "What'd you call me?" The man growled, grabbing the collar of his son's shirt and yanking him into his face. "Disgusting," Levi repeated, defiance twinkling in his eyes. He was done. Suddenly, Pete threw him back, and Levi fell into the wall, smacking his head on the cement. Anger filled Levi's body and he stood up and dusted himself and then he did something he'd never considered doing before.
Levi shoved his father back. But, Levi was shot down because just as fast as he shoved him, Pete threw a punch that broke Levi's nose. Levi flew into the refrigerator, nearly knocking it over. A rage blinded Levi as he heard his fat, disgusting father's laugh. Levi crawled over to the table, dripping blood along the floor while Pete and his friends had stayed in the kitchen, just laughing by the stove. Somehow, the beat up young son of Aphrodite managed to pick himself up and take the handgun sitting on the table. From that point, Levi stumbled upwards and, dripping blood, he pointed the handgun at his father and pulled the trigger. The kick exploded back, nearly knocking the boy off his feet, but he nailed his father in the head. Horrified, Pete's two friends ran from the house and out into the street, where they were hit by cars and killed instantly. Bloody and angry, Levi ran upstairs and threw his clothes and things into a duffel bag. He called his Aunt Nora and said, "Aunt Nora, I just shot dad."
From that point, Nora got him away from the house and took him to Camp, where he's been ever since. Despite having been free of his father's hold on his life, Levi still can't shake the feeling of holding that gun in his hands and he fears that he'll do it again. Levi often has nightmares about what happened, not to mention he thinks about the incident nearly every day. He'll never be able to let it go. Ever.
During Levi's first few months at camp, he was extremely depressed since he had no mother, no father, and no siblings to call his own. He wasn't claimed until his sixteenth birthday, so in the boy's fifteenth year, he was a depressed, suicidal boy. You can find scars all up and down his arms, you know. Levi's motive for trying to kill himself was the overbearing weight of the guilt that lay on the boy's shoulders from past abuse. He just couldn't help feeling guilty all of the time.
As soon as Levi was claimed (about six months ago) his life started to pick up. Even though nobody knew he was suffering, nobody needed to know now. He was the son of a love goddess, he was pretty decent looking, and he could sing. Things were starting to look up for the boy. They still are, too.
Physical Appearance: Being a son of Aphrodite, Levi's naturally very handsome to most girls. He stands at about five foot eleven inches, being average with his height. He's not too fond of his body, though. Levi is tall and lanky, all arms and legs. He only weighs about one hundred and forty pounds. Levi is very conscious about his body and weight, he worries about the little things. Up and down his body, he's got scars faded from his father's beatings. Anyways, Levi has very long legs and arms with huge hangs and long fingers. He also has very average size feet.
Levi almost has a feminine face, with its features and the way they're shaped. He has a nice heart-shaped face with a rounded chin and the biggest dimples ever. However, Levi's a little self-conscious of his upper lip and how thin it is compared to the bottom one. He's also conscious of how his mouth is very far away from his nose. Liking to keep himself presentable, Levi always keeps himself clean-shaven and just clean in general. The boy never has a speck of dirt on his face or a bit of food anywhere. Levi has very nice teeth even if he has a chipped canine on the left side. The reason his canine is chipped is because his father shoved him down a flight of stairs and he hit his face and broke a tooth. But, other than the chip, his teeth are very straight and white.
Now, onto Levi's nose. Levi's nose has a rather wide base and comes up to point instead of a ball or anything else. His nose is also somewhat crooked from being broken once before and making him appear slightly less feminine. His crooked nose gives him a tougher appearance, so to speak.
Levi has strange eyes. The shape of his eyes are a nice half-almond, roundish shape, but when his eyes are described as strange and weird, most people would talk about the color of his eyes. Levi's eye color is a strange, dark blue color that looks nearly black in the right light. They're deep and can often be described as like looking into a dark, trench in the ocean. Those eyes hold a lot of feelings. Framing the two of them are a pair of rather average looking eyelashes and above his eyes are his eyebrows. Levi's eyebrows are nicely shaped, seeming as thought they were professionally sculpted. All in all, Levi has a very put together face. As if someone took the time choosing his features and assets.
Levi has the kind of hair that drive girls wild. Girls tend to obsess with touching his hair and while he doesn't like when they touch his hair, he lets them. His hair is very thick and is usually looking perfect on top of the son of Aphrodite's head. He can roll right out of bed and have it look perfect or nearly perfect every day. His hair is kind of like a mop, except with organization in the way it falls over his forehead. His long bangs swoop across his forehead and his head. While the majority of his hair is a bit cowlicky, it looks good while doing it. His hair looks a bit frayed from a distance, but it's actually not. The color of his hair is a rich, chocolate brown color with highlights of caramel thrown in at random spots.
Levi's style is definitely different from most boys in the way that he dresses like he actually cares. Most of the time, you can find Levi wearing a sweater with a coat and a scarf and jeans, or colored jeans with a random shirt and some nice shoes. Generally, Levi goes for the hipster type clothes. He likes to wear random jackets, though, such as fake letterman jackets and vintage jean jackets. Like most of his sisters, Levi tends to spend a lot of money on clothes that he doesn't need.
Personality: Right off the bat, Levi can be described as totally sweet and kind. He's the boy that's always got a smile on his face no matter what and doesn't seem to be bothered by other people's opinions. Little does everyone around him know that this is all an entire act. Levi cares a lot. He just doesn't show it. One of Levi's favorite things to say is, "It's just as hard to be Ken as it is to be Barbie," because he finds it to be extremely true. Levi finds it very difficult to get out of bed some days and on those days, even then he doesn't show what's truly going on with him.
Levi has the utter tendency to hide his feelings from the world and keep everything bottled up inside. He's never had that "explosion of feelings" that everyone talks about getting if you keep your feelings bottled up inside. He feels like that nobody understands what he's going through. He's not the strong and silent type of guy, he's more the "hide all my feelings with smiles" type of guy because that's exactly what he does. If you actually knew what was going on with Levi, you'd be extremely sad for him. But, back to the good side of Levi for a moment.
Levi's extremely kind to everyone, especially girls. He's friends with a lot more girls than he is males just simply because of the fact that he finds it easier to get along with them than guys. It's often mistaken for homosexuality when Levi is probably the straightest guy out there. He's also really loud and he loves to crack jokes. The good kind of jokes, not the mean, sarcastic kind. Levi doesn't particularly understand sarcasm.
Due to his mother's patronage, Levi's also like a daughter of Aphrodite in a few ways. He likes attention, current trends, hanging out with his sisters, and gossiping. Again, this is why people think he's gay when he's really not. He's just a little feminine. While Levi likes to get attention, he doesn't like to be the center of attention all the time because he finds that to be extremely uncomfortable.
Despite what you might think, Levi's actually really intelligent having a fairly high IQ, he just lacks all common sense whatsoever. Levi comes off as a bit of a ditz, actually, when he's really smart. Levi has a thing for remembering facts and random stuff, but he just lacks all common sense.
While he doesn't show it, Levi is extremely self-conscious of himself. After years upon years of enduring his father's constant emotional/verbal abuse, Levi's grown to practically hate himself. He's always thinking that he's the root of the problem and becomes somewhat martyr-like in this nature. Levi is very hard on himself and he can definitely be described as his own worst enemy. What Levi thinks is completely than what is actually going on. Levi tends to think that nobody likes when in fact, there are a lot of people who like him and enjoy his presence. Levi's just so wrapped up in his own boat of misery that he can't see reality.
Fatal Flaw: Levi's only major downfall would have to be the fact that he cares a lot about what other people think of him, so much so that it'll make him stop and rethink his decisions over which could ultimately lead him to rechoose something that needs to be done.
Pets: None.
Talents:
Being a child of Aphrodite, Levi doesn't have many god-parent related talents, but what he can do is sing. Levi has a wonderful alto voice.
Weapons: Despite being a son of Aphrodite, Levi actually does fight and does take time out of his schedule to learn to sword fight and hand fight. Levi is particularly good with the dagger and has his own dagger with a shiny, flat blade and a silver handle. The blade has no name in particular, but Levi is searching for a name.
Year-Round or Summer: Year round.




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PostSubject: Re: bingo is a sport   Mon Sep 03, 2012 4:09 pm

extra character slot.


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PostSubject: Re: bingo is a sport   Tue Sep 25, 2012 8:15 am

normal character slot, ja.


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PostSubject: Re: bingo is a sport   Tue Sep 25, 2012 8:15 am

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PostSubject: Re: bingo is a sport   Sun Oct 21, 2012 6:34 pm

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PostSubject: Re: bingo is a sport   Sun Oct 28, 2012 5:19 pm

Iris; goddess of rainbows & divine messenger
    Character you're applying for: ---> I'm applying for Miss Iris. :D


    Brief description of the character: ---> Iris has soft, lush green eyes that literally change colors. Depending on her mood they change to all the colors of the rainbow including black and white. Iris usually appears as a messy traveler with long, black hair thrown up into a bun with chopsticks sticking out. Iris stands at about five foot six inces being the average human height. Unless she's in Olympus, then she stands at about twenty feet or so. Give or take a meter. Iris has soft, feminine features with gently shaped eyebrows and generous eyelashes that frame her ever changing eyes. Her skin is a very pale color, almost albino, but not that severe.
    Iris is the one who links the gods and goddesses of Mt. Olympus with the ones on the Earth and in the Sea and in the Underworld. She travels all over the worlds and is often a tad crabby from her trips. Iris doesn't often get a moment to herself and being this busy with her job she doesn't really reside anywhere.
    Despite her travels and no a lot of rest, Iris always resides in a good mood when meeting people and gods. She's often generous and kind to everyone and she's one of the more popular goddesses. Iris cares a bit about what she looks like and often tries to look slightly nice if she's meeting people. However if she has a slower day she'll put on a pair of yoga pants and try to relax for a few moments.



    Sample Roleplay: ---> Iris drummed her fingers along the window of the mortal car. It was a particularly hot, summer day and she was stuck in traffic. The smells of exhaust and the heat almost made it unbearable. She reached over to the radio and turned on a station. A particularly annoying pop song started playing. Iris cringed. This mortal music was awful. But, the car in front of her moved about three meters. Iris's eyes darted to her side mirror; there were a couple cars on the opposite side of the road. She'd have to find a different way to get into Hollywood. Iris cursed in Greek and spun the wheel hard. She gripped the headrest and craned around to see if anyone was coming and pulled the car out. Sweat dripped off her forehead as she pulled the car out of it's spot and onto the road. She stomped on the gas and wind came rushing in through the window. "Ahh..." she said resting her back against the sticky, hot seat.
    In a matter of two hours, she was in Hollywood and driving up Mount Lee to get to an entrance on the Underworld. Up ahead, the goddess saw an end of road sign coming up. She pulled the car up to the side of the road and parked. Iris turned the key and engine died. She stared up the mountain. The Hollywood sign was only a couple of feet away. She got out and jogged over to the sign. The entrance was normal looking and she said a few words in the Greek and the entrance was open. The goddess braced herself for the smell of death and took a deep breath and climbed inside.
    Charon was there at the entrance. He didn't so much as glance at Iris. Iris walked over to him and smiled, "Hey, Charon." She waved. "How are you?"
    "Dead." Charon replied curtly and waved his hand, signaling for Iris to get in the boat.
    Iris climbed in and sat down on the bench. Charon shoved off from the pier-thing. Iris was in the Underworld, now. Ready to settle some business with Hades.



    Why do you deserve/want to roleplay this character? --> Well, nobody else applies for gods or goddesses so like Angel said. This is kind of a last resort type thing. Plus, I've never had a canon before and I think it'd be fun. Plus, I'm a good roleplayer and I really like Iris. She seems like fun. I'm also an admin, so I'm responsible.


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Zeus;


Character you're applying for:
Mr. Zeusy.

Brief description of the character:
Personality:

Zeus is very proud and doesn’t like to admit when he’s wrong. He’s often been described as making wonderfully, dramatic exits and entrances. Sometimes he appears as a crabby, angry god. But he just likes his respect. Zeus is the ruler of the Olympian gods so he is their leader and is often addressed as father because he has sired many demigods and Olympians. At times Zeus can be very charming and suave. We know this because he has many children.
Zeus is very popular among the gods and goddesses and radiates power. He has a very lightning-y personality. He’s slightly moody at times, too. Zeus doesn’t exactly remember all his children’s names either.


Physical:
Zeus is rather tall when he’s in Olympian form. About forty feet. But he’ll switch to a normal business-man when he’s around mortals. Zeus likes to wear suits, usually dark blue or navy in color. He likes silk, pin-striped suits as well. His eyes match storm clouds. They’re usually a rainy gray.
Zeus’s face is hard, proud, and handsome. He has a well-trimmed beard of marbled black and gray, like a storm cloud.
As you get closer to him, physically speaking, the air will smell like the inside of a storm cloud. Like Ozone and lightning.


Sample Roleplay:
The king of the gods, Zeus, sat on his simple throne of platinum. His rainy gray eyes flickered with amusement as he listened to Hephaestus talk about one of his demigod children. Although he was barely listening, he could still hear his son talk about his demigod like they were friends. Zeus was thinking about other things as well. Like the uprising of Kronos and his evil army.
A while ago, Percy Jackson and his friends had come to Olympus with his master bolt telling a tale of despair about how something in Tartarus was getting stronger. At the time, he hadn’t really wanted to think about it and tried to avoid the conversation. But now it was all his daughter, Athena, could talk about it. The two would worry about it. Until the threat became very clear. Zeus now knew for sure that Kronos was alive in the body of a demigod and the gods were going to have to do something about it. That made Zeus particularly upset. He hadn’t planned on fighting his father again.


Why do you deserve/want to roleplay this character?:
Because I’m awesome. No, because I think as an admin I’m very good at RPing and I represent Zeus well, too. A lot of people tell me I’m like his daughter. Because I’m popular around the site with the other users and I have power and I like power. So I kind of am like Zeus in a way.


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PostSubject: Re: bingo is a sport   Sat Nov 03, 2012 4:34 pm

old characters;;

my will baby<3
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PostSubject: Re: bingo is a sport   Mon Nov 12, 2012 5:21 pm

Sophia Stephanie James
is finished. :D

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PostSubject: Re: bingo is a sport   Fri Nov 23, 2012 12:15 am



Levi Charles Wayland

I finished Levi, my baby. I must say, it took me a while, but he's finally done. Levi is my baby omg he's seriously like my little flower, ok. Lots of plans for my flower, yes!
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PostSubject: Re: bingo is a sport   Sun Dec 23, 2012 6:02 pm



Adam Charles Lewins

Adam's finished, motherlickers. Let the plotting begin. This child is my flower, okay. HE'S MY FLOWER. D: He's so precious. LOOK AT NIALL HORAN HE'S PRECIOUS I'M SCREECHING.

btw, his app is 4755 words long. :D

edit: you assholes I worked hard on him and nobody goes "omg wow so pretty"

i hate all of you
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