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Subject: ++flameburst [the:CHARACTERS] Thu Sep 12, 2013 7:33 am
Name: Owen Jayson Wright
Birthday: October 15th
God Parent: Pontus, god of the sea, father of the fish and other sea creatures
"It just happened so suddenly. One moment I was talking to my dad - or the man who I thought was my dad (long story) - and then this symbol just glowed above my head. It was... awkward."
Mortal Family: » RISSA WRIGHT
"She was a great mom. I've kind of... moved on. She died a year ago, on my brother's birthday."
(his mom. will add the info later)
» BRYAN WRIGHT
"He's my dad. I don't care if we're not related by blood. He's more of a father than my real father has ever been."
(his 'dad'. will add the info later)
» CALEB WRIGHT
"Honestly? He was a bit of an ass."
(his half-brother. hell yes)
Years in Camp: 0
History: Owen's life growing up had been normal... well, as normal as it could get. He had a pair of amazing parents and a not-so-amazing brother, but he was content. Owen was a pretty much okay kid in everything - school, sports, and stuff. Never the type to stand out though. He wasn't as smart as the brainiacs, not as sporty as the jocks. You could say that he's a bit of a jack-of-all-trades-master-of-none, and it's because of it that he rarely got a label stamped onto his head. And Owen was glad for that.
When Rissa came clean about Caleb, admitting that he wasn't fully mortal, Owen was stunned and, to be honest, jealous. I mean, what was cooler than having an immortal god as a parent? Not that he'd trade his own folks for it, but there was no harm in just imagining. Pretty soon Caleb was sent off to camp and Owen felt like an only child again. Sometimes he missed the petty exchanges he had with his brother but in time, he got over it.
One day though, on Caleb's birthday, Rissa had been out buying a present when disaster struck. A car crash. Suddenly, Owen no longer had a mother. But another surprise came that day, when Caleb was found at the scene of the crime and put behind bars (long story). To say that Owen was shocked was an understatement.
His dad Bryan bailed him out of course, just as Rissa would have wanted, but Caleb left soon after the funeral ended. Meanwhile, Owen tried to move on from the loss by immersing himself in a talent he never realized he had - swimming.
It was funny, because Owen never really tried to swim before. Sure he'd stay in the water but he never saw the need to move around or do a few laps. It was peaceful enough to just submerge yourself and let the world melt around you. That one day, Owen found that it was more peaceful to swim, especially in the sea. He would even cross paths with a few small fish sometimes, and once he mistook the bubbles popping near his ear for the fish actually talking. It was the best feeling he'd gotten in a while, being in the beach. His mom had always been iffy about beach outings and preferred swimming pools, a fact that Owen didn't resent until now.
But then, just as Owen was helping Bryan do spring cleaning, the first time they did it without his mom, he found a box hidden under a loose floorboard and to his surprise, it was filled with just one single letter. A letter written by Rissa Wright to none other than her husband, Bryan Wright. Owen knew he wasn't supposed to read, that he should probably turn it over to his dad the moment he found it, but he couldn't help his curiosity. Why would his mom write a letter to his dad? It wasn't as if they were miles apart!
Owen had a bit of trouble reading the letter but soon enough, he finally understood. And he wasn't very pleased with what he read.
Owen could have hidden it again, somewhere his father wouldn't see, but he was never the type to keep a lot of secrets. And so he stepped down the stairs, found his father rearranging the living room, and handed the letter to him without a word. After reading, Bryan's eyes grew wide and he stared at Owen like he'd never seen him before, but the boy blurted out, "I don't care. You're still my dad. No one is going to take that from you."
And just as he said that, the symbol of Pontus appeared above his head. Bryan knew what it meant, of course. He'd seen it happening once before, but with a different symbol and a different boy.
"I've got to take you to that camp," was all he could say, with a smile that was forced, and soon Owen found himself retracing his brother's steps and ending up in Half Blood Hill. He was confused by a lot of things, really. He never thought he'd set foot in this world. He had long accepted the fact that it wasn't his world. But even so, there were a lot of things he didn't understand. What was clear was the one thing he had to do though. He had to find Caleb Wright, his brother. As annoying as he seemed, Owen knew that he could explain all this to him.
Nope, Owen doesn't know that his brother is dead.
Appearance: At first glance, Owen could be mistaken for his brother. His dark brown hair, slightly wavy, is always cut short enough not to reach the back collar of his shirt. His eyes are a deep green with nothing to hide, and unlike his brother's, they hold a friendly gleam. He's a little tall for his age, standing at 5'7", but he sports a rather scrawny build. Owen is also rather tanned. He spent a good portion of his life in the beach - it's his favorite place in the world. Not surprising, really.
Playby: Uriah Shelton
Personality: Owen is upbeat, cheery, and as some would say, everything that Caleb was not. He's just a guy who wants to have fun, all in good time. He has long accepted that change is the only thing permanent in this world, and as such adapts to it quicker than people might expect. Owen doesn't get hung up on anything for too long. In fact, Owen forgives and forgets, although this trait isn't very obvious. He has a secret habit of giving people second chances even if they don't deserve it. It's not like he could help it, really - Owen is just optimistic enough to believe in the good of anyone.
One thing about Owen is that he can get stubborn at times. Growing up with Caleb infused him with a shield that lets him ignore words that could have shaken the more sensitive. When he thinks he's right, he will prove it. There are also times when his apparent insensitivity would cause him to look over important clues. Owen has been commented to be rather brash, not getting hints no matter how obvious they are. If you want to tell him something, you'd best be as literal as possible. Subtle gestures or thinly disguised metaphors aren't going to stick in his head.
Lastly, one of Owen's most pronounced traits is his honesty. Actually, he can get as blunt as a hammer. He hardly censors his thoughts and doesn't really see any need to. Owen is not a believer of sugarcoating and he isn't the type to lie. Unfortunately, he isn't the type to be tactful either. While other people would say 'Um, this might come as a shock, but I'm sorry to say that you don't have a hamster anymore,' Owen would go with 'hey so your hamster snuffed it this morning. Wanna head down to the beach?' Sometimes, he regrets it afterward. Sometimes.
Talents: Marine Communication. Owen can talk to and understand (to a slight degree) sea creatures. Mostly he just gets a bunch of disjointed thoughts, as though watching TV with a weak signal. The most he can do with them is telepathy, and it's not even as clear as he could hope.
Swimming. He's more than a decent swimmer. Not as good as an Olympic athlete, but he can hold his own in the water.
Sketching. Give him a piece of paper and a pencil and if his creative juices are flowing, he'd gladly whip up a sketch of whatever you like. He has been honing this talent since he was young, and now he's proud to say that he can draw an actual human face. Just don't get him started on the hands and feet. Those are something he has yet to get.
Fatal Flaw: His stubbornness. It runs deeper than he thinks. Owen is adamant enough to close his mind to any alternative when he thinks he's right and once his mind is set, it is impossible to change it.
Weapons: Owen's getting a standard issue celestial bronze sword, nothing special.
Year-Round or Summer: Year-Round
Theme Song: When It Rains - Paramore
Other: Yay for rushed characters lol There are a couple of things I'll rewrite in his app (like appearance I mean you totally couldn't see how I rushed that nope nope) but I think I've got the gist of it down.
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Subject: Re: ++flameburst [the:CHARACTERS] Thu Sep 12, 2013 7:38 am
Name: Robin Hayes
"Robin's fine, so is Rob, Robbie, Redhead, whatever. You can also call me Hood, just for kicks."
There was a time she actually went by Robin Hood. Her Literature teacher wasn't too pleased when she dressed up with a bow and arrow when the class discussed the story with the similar name.
"I'm actually sixteen. Yes, I'm aware that I'm about as tall as a thirteen-year-old."
Birthday: August 21st
"Okay, just because I have a unisex name doesn't mean that my gender isn't in any way obvious!"
God Parent: Tyche, goddess of luck
Claimed: Yes (except in the rp with Special Agent Coal Dust)
Mortal Family: » RICHARD HAYES
"My dad's pretty cool. Mostly he let me do what I wanted... unless it involved boys. That's when he gets out the air rifle he keeps in the basement. Ha, anyways, what's there to say? I love him. I couldn't have asked for a better dad."
Richard Hayes was still not over the untimely death of his wife Jennifer when he met Tyche. Becoming a single father of two-year-old twins, he could barely hold himself together and potty-train his children at the same time. Even though he already took some time off the law firm which he helped found, it still wasn't enough. But Richard was always the hardworking family man and he persevered, and as time passed things began to settle down into a calm. Still, he never really thought of finding a stepmom to his growing children, until he met Tyche.
» ANALYN HAYES
"She's a bit of a bish, to be completely honest. An insanely smart bish. She and I never really got on well, although we can now stand within three yards of the other without attempting murder! Just kidding. Half-kidding."
The older of the Robin's twin siblings. Three years her senior, Analyn was generally nice if her half-sister wasn't around. Robin often called her a nerd due to her acing her classes easily and topping most of them. Analyn disliked Robin's attitude, Robin's guts, Robin's tastes... pretty much anything Robin-ish. You could say that she's still mad that her dad slept with another woman after their late mother, but she couldn't really take it out on him so she settled with the offspring instead.
» ALDRIN HAYES
"He's alright. Al likes to keep to himself a lot, but we're not at war for one. He is probably the most level-headed person in the house! He's there when you need someone to talk, or rant to, or pour out your inner loathing towards the other girl in the family... He's a good bro."
Analyn's twin ended up being closer to Robin. Unlike his twin, Aldrin doesn't care that she's only his half-sister. To him, family was family. Robin looked up to him a lot growing up and next to their father, he is the one she holds the most respect for. She is fiercely protective of him, to the point of stalking the girl he dates to make sure that her big bro won't get hurt. Besides, Aldrin once threatened (in a not-so-joking manner) the boy Robin asked to a Sadie Hawkins Dance so Robin just wants to even the score.
Years in Camp: 0
History: Growing up had always been normal for Robin. She loved her family - well, mostly her father and brother (Analyn can go to hell, she keeps saying). Robin had problems with school, as with any other demigod, but she pulled through. Her first fifteen years of life consisted of surviving Analyn's taunts and glares, idolizing her half-brother Aldrin, and being a daddy's girl.
But, just as Robin was nearing her sixteenth birthday, Richard Hayes disappeared.
One night was all it took. The kind father bid his kids goodbye, with the promise of pizza when he returned. They never knew it was the last time they would ever see him.
Analyn Hayes, the brainiac who brought home straight A's, woke up first the next day. She opened the fridge, disappointed to see that it was pizza-less. She knocked on her father's door and soon enough, threw it open for the lack of response, only to find a bed that hadn't been slept in.
Aldrin Hayes, the techie who played League of Legends until the ungodly hours of the morning, was the next one to wake. His sister barged in, frantic, panicky, and shook him to consciousness. Aldrin punched his father's number into his phone, but he was only met with unanswered rings.
The last to wake was Robin Hayes, the spunky rebel who slept until noon. She found her twin siblings sitting at the dining table a little over 1PM, their stares glassy and their hands trembling.
Twenty four hours passed and no news came. Their Aunt Mia picked them up after a still frantic Analyn gave her a call. A report was filed with the cops, and the Hayes temporarily stayed with their aunt in the neighboring city. Days passed, then weeks. Richard's disappearance remained a mystery.
Time stretched into months. School resumed, but Robin couldn't care less - especially now that her father was missing. she snuck out frequently, slept over at friends' houses, even dated a boy or two. She immersed herself in a lot of activities, distractions really, but they didn't work.
Robin was a child at heart. She'd seen the movies. She'd seen heroes going off on their own to find the people they loved. That's when she decided: she was going to make her own story. Robin was going to find her father. She snuck out in the middle of the night, out her aunt's window, and wandered off into the monster-infested streets of New York.
A lot of things could've happened. A stray hellhound could have jumped her and swallowed her whole. Kronos' minions could have got to her first and brainwashed her to work in the Titan army. Shady folk in the alleys of New York could have taken advantage of the underage teen frolicking the streets.
But Robin was the daughter of the goddess of luck. And she was definitely lucky, because one of her friends Bruno was a satyr, and he'd been watching over her for a while now. And when he stumbled upon her that night, alone, without the rest of their friends, he finally became certain that the demigod scent he'd been smelling was coming from Robin Hayes.
He took her to Camp Half Blood, and the rest is just starting to unfold.
Appearance: With her flaming red hair alone, Robin is sure to turn heads when she walks into a room. She used to be blonde and proud of it, until one of her friends dared her to dye her hair red. Needless to say, the color stuck and she now likes to dye her hair in striking shades of red and orange. More often than not, she styles her hair up in a ponytail to keep it from getting on her face. Her hair is her most outstanding feature, clashing with her pale complexion. She doesn't tan easily despite how light her skin is - a fact Aldrin likes to point out by calling her a vampire.
Robin has a diamond-shaped face that almost always sports wide grin. Her eyes are close-set, partially hidden by her sideswept fringe. A light shade of green, they are almond-shaped and framed with long blonde lashes which she dyes a darker brown to emphasize her eyes. Likewise, her originally blonde thin eyebrows have been dyed red to match her hair. Her broad nose is nothing special, not as eye-catching as her lips. Although not as full as she would have liked, Robin’s lips are quick to stretch in a wide grin. This action, much to her annoyance, exposes her teeth in full view. The gap between her two front teeth bothers her a little. She would have gotten braces if they weren’t so expensive.
Robin stands at 5'1". It's not quite a sore topic, her height. She is used to being small, and she would even make jokes about it, but she often wishes that she was taller. Robin is not as scarred as the other demigods in camp, considering that she had just arrived. She still has a couple of scars from her rough childhood days, climbing trees and all that, but they don't bother her much. She moves around a lot too, and being this way is made all the more easier with her small build. She isn't muscly, but her body type looks okay for her height. Uncannily enough, even with the sheer amount of food she consumes, Robin doesn't gain a lot of weight. It's a blessing, she says. Maybe it's luck.
Playby: Hayley Williams
Personality: Robin is a rebel. She bends and breaks rules as they come. She doesn't like being caged - this girl needs a healthy room to spread her wings. She likes to have fun in every way possible, and this has led to her having a lot of friends. She is the kind of person who wears her heart on her sleeve and sees the good in everyone. She doesn't care if you smoke, if you made out and did something more with whoever. Your life, your choices. She doesn't judge, and it's one of the reasons why it's so easy for her to make friends.
She would do everything to make her friends happy. She would tell them what they needed to hear even if she had to lie through her teeth, she would cross states if she could just to make them smile, heck she would help the love of her life find his soulmate even if it wasn't her - really, one would think that her life goal was making other people happy. She's a pretty extreme person with just as extreme ways of doing things, and would not think twice in tiptoeing into other people's businesses if she thinks it's for the best. However, Robin doesn't like it when people meddle in her life, and it's one of the things that could really piss her off.
Robin is impulsive both in words and actions. It takes her brain a while to catch up with her mouth and words tend to carelessly roll off her tongue before she even thinks about them. Robin lacks tact, and often she is found blurting out a hundred apologies for a hurtful remark she didn't realize was hurtful until it was said. She does and says the first thing that comes to mind. With the odds usually in her favor, Robin has developed the mindset that she can get away with anything without regard for consequences.
Shy is the last word anyone would use to describe Robin, as she is not the kind to keep to herself even among strangers. She would let out side-comments, the most random ones in fact, just to keep a conversation going. Robin's mind is not a one-way street - it's full of crossroads and overpasses. Thoughts that race through her mind are like speeding cars on a highway. One moment she can be talking about a Math class and in the next she could be asking why there is no such thing as magic wands. Robin is an unpredictable ball of energy that literally zooms around the place, and may the gods help you if you try to stop her.
Robin can be one of the most cheerful and outgoing people to hang out with, but get on her nerves and she won't be as fun. She has a very short temper and it isn't hard to light up the fuse that will send her going on a rampage. Robin has very little control on herself when she gets angry and it shows. Her impulsiveness multiplies tenfold and she would literally throw tantrums and smash things in her rage, and that's not counting how she would blurt out whatever vengeful thought that fills her mind and at that moment, wouldn't give a care whether she hurts other people or not. After the storm has passed, Robin wouldn't simmer down back to normal for a while. She isn't a forgiving person, and she tends to hold grudges.
One of the reasons why she just explodes with anger is because of how she bottles emotions up inside herself. People usually see her as that happy-go-lucky girl who doesn't have problems when in reality, she is just as troubled as the next person. Even to her closest friends, Robin finds it hard to let out her inner feelings especially negative ones like sadness and fear. She hates to burden people with her problems and sees it fit to just take them in her stride and deal with them on her own. Robin turns to practical jokes and laughter to distract herself from the gray things in her life. She doesn't open up so easily, and very few (if not none) know about her past.
Talents: Robin seems to be lucky most of the time, which leads to her occasionally pushing her luck (and someday, it will bite her back in the ass). She doesn't have any other out-of-the-ordinary talents besides that. She can sing and play the guitar and piano quite well though.
Fatal Flaw: Robin may get impulsive and cocky, but the one thing that could destroy her is her excessive selflessness that could also be taken as personal loyalty. She'll do anything for others. She'll do whatever it takes to keep them safe and happy, even if she has to destroy herself in the process.
Weapons: Robin will end up getting a crossbow and celestial bronze-tipped arrows. She doesn't like violence or any kind of fighting, and would prefer it if everyone just shook hands and rode off into the sunset. Since the chances of that happening are very remote, Robin prefers the 'flight' in fight-or-flight, and would much rather escape than risk killing anyone.
Year-Round or Summer: Undecided, but possibly Year-Round
Theme Song: Here's to Never Growing Up - Avril Lavigne
Other: I might rewrite some parts of her app since she's kinda rushed.
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Subject: Re: ++flameburst [the:CHARACTERS] Thu Sep 12, 2013 7:47 am
Name: Jonathan Wyatt Adams
Birthday: March 1st
God Parent: Aphrodite, goddess of love and beauty
"It was during the first summer I spent in camp. Funnily enough, it happened when I asked Wally, also one of the undetermined campers then, to pass me a plate. Well, the timing was weird, but hey, I got claimed and my mom's blessing. The days that followed my claiming had a lot of girls chasing after me though..."
Mortal Family: » WINSTON HAYLES
"I don't know who my real dad is, actually."
At 26, Winston Hayles was on his way to stardom. He got the looks, the charm and the confidence to be every woman's dream. A great actor, Winston was already climbing the ladder to be a Hollywood star. He would have gotten it too, if he hadn't caught the heart of the Greek goddess Aphrodite. They began to date, and such was Winston's love and attraction for Aphrodite that he proposed marriage within a year. He didn't know that he was in love with a Greek goddess. So naturally, the goddess refused, leaving the young man's heart crushed and broken. He was even more hurt when Aphrodite stopped seeing him for his sake. Winston's career took a turn for the worst as he sank into depression. He started drinking and smoking. Then suddenly, he found himself, with his head pounding from a hangover, opening the door of his home to reveal a baby boy waiting for him there. The moment his eyes saw the baby, Winston Hayles knew that the child was his and Aphrodite's. He tried to take care of the boy, whom he named Jonathan, but his attempts were futile. He had no idea how to be a parent. It didn't help that Jonathan very much reminded him of his past lover. A mere glance at Jonathan triggered unhelpful memories in Winston's mind, and he knew that he couldn't bear to live with this kid, even if he loved him so much. Thinking it was for the best, Winston left Jonathan in an orphanage in New York when he was around a month old. Jobless and depressed, Winston returned to his vices. He died a month later, committing suicide.
» HAYDEN ADAMS
"He is... was a good man."
As Jonathan's adoptive father, Hayden Adams raised Jonathan as if he were his own son. He worked as a civil engineer and had just retired about a year ago. Hayden lost his battle with lung cancer the same time Camp Half Blood was struggling with the zombie apocalypse - a fact that Jonathan did not know until just recently.
» KARLA ADAMS
"She was strict but caring. There's not much to say, really."
Hayden's wife Karla Adams had been the first to spot the shy boy in the orphanage. From the moment she laid eyes on the young Jonathan, she knew that this was the boy she wanted to call her son.
Years in Camp: 5
History: Jonathan spent three years in the orphanage when a childless elderly couple took a liking to him. Hayden and Karla Adams viewed Jonathan as the child of their dreams. Jonathan loved them from the get-go, and pretty soon he was accepted into the kind family. He grew up to be a nice and well-mannered young man with the guidance of his adoptive parents. He knew that he was adopted, and still hopes that one day he would be able to find out who his father is.
It was in his adolescent and teenage years when Jonathan faced his heartbreaks.
The first one was when he was twelve. Being the shy gentleman he was, Jonathan took weeks planning to ask out a close friend of his. He wasn't one of the popular kids--rather he was the kid who always quietly sat in the back. A few months later, on Valentine's Day, Jonathan bought a rose for the girl and got ready to actually ask her out, when he learned that she was already seeing someone. Jonathan tried to hide the pain, letting everyone think he was okay with that. But he wasn't. Jonathan was in too deep. It took him a year to get over the girl.
Then he started to like the girl's best friend. Learning from his mistakes, Jonathan took the chance to ask her out quickly. His class was surprised to see the shy boy muster up his courage to ask someone out. To his joy, he was accepted and soon enough they started dating. The relationship lasted barely a year, until the girl dumped him. Even if she told him that he was a nice guy and that they just didn't seem to match, Jonathan was still really hurt. But, like before, he chose to hide his true feelings and just shrug it off like it was no big deal. It took him two years to finally let go, and within those two years he found his way to camp with the help of an old satyr.
That was when his last girlfriend came. They lasted for half a year, until Jonathan found out that she was cheating on him. He broke up with her quickly. Jonathan then realized in the next few days, through the help of his friends, that the girl was pretty much manipulating him from the start. He was so hurt to hear that, but like always, he made it look like he wasn't really affected.
After that, he didn't really trust love anymore. Up to this day, he finds it ironic that a son of the goddess of love could experience so much pain through love.
Appearance: Being a son of Aphrodite, Jonathan is naturally blessed with good looks. He can pass off as cute and boyish, considering the absence of facial hair thanks to frequent shaving. Well, like most of his siblings, Jonathan does give a care about his appearance and especially his face. Girls have been known to swoon over his face (mostly in secret, but that's beside the point) and he tries not to let it get to his head. If, let's say, Jonathan auditions for a modeling career, he would most likely be considered for his looks and height - a whopping 6'1". While Jonathan's frame looks fit for his height, he doesn't pack a lot of muscle and lacks the toned chest that usually comes with famous male models.
Jonathan's hair is of a dark shade of brown, though it can fool the eyes and look light-colored under intense sunlight. It is usually swept to his right and cut short enough to only reach the collar of his polo shirt. It is sleek to the touch and he won't admit that he uses a generous amount of hair products to style it. "Don't blame me," he would say, "I think it runs in my blood."
The most distinguishing feature on Jonathan's oval-shaped face is his eyes - standing out with an odd jade green color. They say that the eyes are the windows to the soul and that you can usually tell what one is feeling just by staring into his eyes, but the son of Aphrodite has grown so used to hiding his emotions that he can make his green orbs look rather unreadable if he wants to. Often, these eyes are the things that reel the girls in, which is why he tries as much as possible not to emphasize them and may wear shades just to do so. Jonathan wants to be liked for his attitude, not his appearance.
Jonathan isn't picky when it comes to clothes and will go with a regular shirt, jeans and sneakers any day. However, he isn't averse to wearing things like tuxedos to fit the occasion and secretly likes the way he looks in one because it can certainly make him look a damn shade nicer than usual. If it's pretty cold out, Jonathan puts on his favorite black leather jacket, a gift from his adoptive mother. Though the jacket looks a little rugged and worn out from overuse, he doesn't mind at all and will continue to wear it without a care.
Playby: Joe Brooks
Personality: Jonathan is sweet and quite the gentleman. He pretty much cares for everyone, even if that person is merely a stranger walking across the street. Selflessness is his middle name, and he will go out of his way to help people out if needed. He is one of the rare types of people in the world who will race towards a burning building and rescue a stranger without missing a beat. This kindness is why some people take advantage of him when they get the chance. Jonathan is quick to be manipulated just by threatening those he loves and by making him feel guilty if he doesn't follow through. This is why his selflessness can cause him more pain despite the fact that it's more of a good of a thing. When he puts others' well-beings miles before his, he is ultimately destroying himself in the long run.
He inherited his father's looks and charm, and coupled with Aphrodite's traits, he can be quite the lady killer. In fact, he could be, if he wasn't so shy and quiet. He has little to no flirting skills, which is quite surprising for someone who is a child of Aphrodite. However, one thing that gets the ladies (barring his looks) is the fact that he usually listens rather than talks. Jonathan doesn't even need to work hard to be interested. By developing a sincere caring attitude to people, he has long mastered the art of empathizing with one's problems and lending not only one ear but two good ones to people who need them.
Jonathan hardly ever gets angry. With his patience, he has been known to remain calm and controlled even in a stressful situation. He rarely yells back even if people start to shout insults at him. It is even more uncommon to see him actually deliver a physical blow to someone even if he has already been hurt by that person. Jonathan has been an easy bully target in his childhood years because he doesn't fight back. However, he directs all the anger he works hard to control to himself, and he usually believes himself to be the one at fault in situations that directly involve him. Jonathan lives in the world of "what if's" and sometimes he wonders what would have happened if he had decided to strike back. But then, he starts feeling guilty for just even considering the thought and quickly forgets about it... for the time being.
Jonathan has great control over his emotions. He is the type of person who will hide his pain rather than let anybody know about it. While he easily trusts people, he isn't quick enough to confide in them his emotions and those are about the only things he keeps to himself. Jonathan is actually a decent liar. But he doesn't lie for his own good. If he thinks it's for the better, he will lie. If he thinks that you're better off not knowing things, he'll keep his mouth shut and take it to the grave.
Due to recent happenings like the Zombie Apocalypse and the loss of his adoptive father, Jonathan has become more secluded than usual, preferring to be alone with his thoughts. He may be polite, but his smiles are forced and the genuine ones are scarce, if not extinct. How else was he supposed to feel? He just lost a couple of siblings plus the man he grew up calling his father. Cut him some slack.
Talents: Charmspeaking. It isn't a widespread fact, but Jonathan has a potential in charmspeaking. He doesn't know that he has his power, but he unconsciously uses it...and its use is pretty much random so Jonathan can't really tell if he can charmspeak or not. Maybe he'll learn to control it someday, but how could he when he doesn't even know his own strength?
(Note: This character was made before charmspeaking was banned as a character power. Don't worry though. He'll never know about this little talent.)
Love Radar. Jonathan can also tell if a person is in love with someone just by staring into their eyes for a certain duration of time. He can't tell who they love though, only that they are in love.
Combat Skills. Jonathan isn't a fan of fighting, but if he needs to, he is great with a sword and doesn't really use anything else.
Fatal Flaw: Jonathan bottles up emotions like pain and suffering and rarely opens up about them to others. It makes him feel like he is burdening them with his problems, but he doesn't realize that in doing so, he is slowly destroying himself.
Weapons: Jonathan has a three-foot long celestial bronze sword, Rixus. When not in use, Rixus turns into a necklace he always wears. The silver pendant of this necklace bears a dove symbol, also engraved in the hilt of his sword.
Year-Round or Summer: Year-Round
Theme Song: BreakEven - The Script
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I love her so much <3 Robin is approved! Happy Roleplaying! (:
❝ we live in an age where everything is staged, where all we do is fake our feelings. i've been scared to put myself so out there, time is running out, need to let you know that -- last night i woke the F U C K up, realized i need you here, desperate as that sounds. ❞
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Subject: Re: ++flameburst [the:CHARACTERS] Mon Oct 14, 2013 9:28 am
Name: Kim Raziel Swift
Nickname: She goes by Raziel, or just Raz.
Birthday: July 25th
"Well, I'm not exactly a demigod."
Hyperion, Titan of Light
"This is going to sound really weird, but one night while I was stargazing, some lady from a particularly bright star suddenly floated down and announced that she was a nymph. A star nymph, to be exact. She's like 'hey, I know you' and I'm like 'okaaay, you know that makes you sound like a stalker, right?' Anyway, she started to ramble on and on and ultimately ended up telling me who my real father is. Yeah.."
Technically, Raziel isn't claimed by Hyperion, but she was told of her heritage by a star nymph.
Mortal Family: » JACQUELINE SWIFT
"She didn't give a rat's ass about me. But then, I don't give a damn about her either, so it's all good."
(her mom. will add the info later)
» ROYCE SWIFT
"So, funny story, he's the guy my mother cheated on."
(her 'dad'. will add the info later)
» KAYDEN SWIFT
"Eh, he's fine."
(her half-brother. will add the info later)
Years in Camp: 4
History: Despite the fact that he was in pieces in Tartarus, Hyperion had somehow adapted something short of Kronos' style - that is, to appear and contact mortals through their dreams. And that was what led to the affair of Hyperion and Jacqueline Swift.
A Greek mythology and astronomy enthusiast, Jacqueline had almost everything she needed right before her eyes: a stable teaching career, vast amounts of money, a loving husband and an adorable son. No one could understand how she still felt that something was missing in her life, not even she herself. At night she would just lean against the open balcony of their condo and gaze up at the night sky, asking the stars countless questions that would of course return no answer. She was successful in some aspects - in material things, especially - but why did it feel like it wasn't enough?
And that was when Hyperion entered her life.
Or more specifically, her dreams. The first encounter unnerved yet enthralled Jacqueline at the same time, but she didn't think too much of it. It was just a dream, after all. But then, how could a dream leave her with so much giddiness and warmth that she felt like a blissful teen in love? The peculiar occurrence left her in spirits so high that she thought she might just soar with the stars. It was soon followed by another, then another, just as if she lived a different life in her dreams as a totally different person. A person head over heels for a Greek Titan. In fact, Jacqueline had been called a queen more than once. Of course, she thought the whole idea was absurd, but in dreams, anything can happen, right?
Then, imagine her great surprise when she found herself pregnant. The incident left her utterly shocked and speechless. There was no way it could happen. How could dreams have crossed the border towards reality? How can this be possible? Especially when her husband Royce had been away for quite a few months now, working as a chef on a cruise ship. Hyperion left her then, leaving her with chilling words - 'She will have power greater than that of the gods.'
What was supposed to be a joyful reunion between husband and wife was broken when Royce Swift was met with the sight of his wife cradling a baby girl in her arms and their son Kayden hugging her leg in turn. It started the rift between the two, the bitterness that would soon cause bigger problems than they could imagine.
Raziel lived a gray childhood. Jacqueline loved her daughter, she really did, but she couldn't stand the sourness and the indifference displayed by her husband Royce. As a result, she spent more time in the academy she taught in rather than at home. She hated seeing the pain in her husband's eyes, betrayal etched in every line of his face. She was selfish enough not to consider the needs of her two children, both needing to be showered with a mother's love and affection. Kayden, the firstborn son, was affected by this, but he suffered lesser damage than his half-sister Raziel. Royce had always given Kayden attention, had always made him feel loved, but he wasn't that giving to his "daughter". It wasn't like he hated her, really. Raziel just reminded him of what his wife had done. It was hard to care for Raziel who brought him so much pain just by being there. The fact that she received little care from both parents had a huge impact on Raziel's life. Sure, Kayden and Raziel got along fine, but there was always something in a parent's love that a sibling cannot really give.
Raziel then focused her energy on school, thirsting for affection she failed to receive at home. Due to her dyslexia and ADHD, she couldn't attain the title of 'smartest kid in class'. Instead, she settled for the next thing that was sure to get people's attention: being the class troublemaker. She would pull pranks, joke around, and even get the lowest scores on purpose just to get called out. This set Raziel on the path of a rebel going on extreme lengths just to get noticed. It was the harsh reality for the girl that she needed to be the worst she can be to get the attention she deserved.
Finally, Royce and Jacqueline finally got fed up with all the 'ignoring' arrangement and after a few long years, decided to settle the problem. This ultimately ended in both of them filing for divorce. Raziel was ten years old at this time. And as if that wasn't bad enough, the young ten-year-old accidentally eavesdropped on a shouting match between her parents. They had just finished fighting over the custody of her older brother Kayden, and when Jacqueline brought Raziel up, Royce had responded with an indifferent 'Keep her. It's not like she's even mine.' Raziel was young at the time and didn't understand, but she mentioned it in passing to her brother, who looked at her in shock and without thinking, told her what exactly that phrase meant. It broke the young girl's heart.
This only worsened Raziel's condition. She ended up doing worse things in school but she was no longer doing it solely for attention. It had turned into a way to let off steam, to vent out her frustrations and negativity. It was then that she found her home in music. Raziel started to sing. She sang her heart out, letting the notes carry her emotions, even if they fell on deaf ears.
But one day, the teacher heard her sing while she was messing the walls up with crayons. With her talent recognized, Raziel started to gain popularity through entering contests and programs. This also resulted into her ending up in a huge social circle with "friends" and fans, even. For her, it was like winning the lottery. She finally got the recognition she worked so hard for, and her school wouldn't need to kick her out because she had become a big asset in singing competitions.
But then, along with her rise to fame also came enemies. Raziel was still, after all, a troublemaker. She did things her way, she spoke whatever she wanted, and she didn't give a damn about what others might think. This earned her many enemies, like one girl by the name of Delilah "Delly" Winston. Delly was a popular cheerleader who hated Raz's guts. She and Raziel immediately disliked each other at first meeting, and unknown to Raz, it soon became the spark that set off the next series of unfortunate events.
Delly had gotten in Raziel's nerves countless times. The last time, however, was the most memorable - yet also the most life-threatening.
Delly had trespassed on the most sensitive topic to the demititan - the issue of her being the result of her mother's extramarital affair. How she found out, Raz didn't know. In fact, she didn't really care. All Raz could see at the time was red, and she didn't realize what she was doing until she finally did it. At thirteen years old, her ancient heritage finally manifested itself in the form a small fireball that formed on her palm. When the fire caught her attention, Raz did the something a thirteen-year-old would do if their hand caught fire: she freaked out. She tried to shake it off. She'd swear that it was all she had wanted to do. She definitely did not mean to throw the fireball at Delly.
It didn't completely burn Delly though. She dodged at the last minute, leaving her with a singed sleeve and only a mild burn. And, of course, a permanent desire to see Raziel crushed.
The rumors spread like wildfire (ironic use of words, doncha think?) and they soon led to Raziel's alienation from the student body. Raziel hated it. Only a few people would dare talk to her, and that was to ask about the whole incident. Torn from the animosity she received in school and the ignorance she received from her mother who never spent time at home, Raziel broke into pieces and teetered on the verge of depression at the very young age of thirteen. No one took her seriously because she was young and it was only due to a talent show in the following week that Raz hadn't done anything to endanger her life.
Raziel showed up in the talent show clinging to music like it was her lifeline. But then, just as she took the stage and about to sing, a few hellhounds suddenly broke in the auditorium, terrorizing the masses. It was utter chaos and Raziel could only stand shocked at the intrusion, not believing her eyes. It was only thanks to the guidance counselor-slash-satyr who smuggled her out of the fray and into camp that she was unscathed.
Raziel spent her first weeks in camp wallowing in self-pity in the confines of the Hermes cabin. Fortunately, due to the fact that many other demigods shared tragic experiences, she soon found herself embraced with welcoming arms by other campers and it started her slow but sure healing process. Though she was assured that her family was informed of her whereabouts, Raziel couldn't care less and instantly wanted to live in camp rather than outside. She found her home in camp. It was a place where no one judged her for her past.
However, Raziel wasn't satisfied with this. The fact that she was crammed into the limited space offered by the Hermes cabin along with the rest of the unclaimed especially annoyed her. She slowly began to revert back to her rebel ways, often breaking curfew just to sit and stare at the stars. It was her favorite pasttime, besides singing. Raziel had always felt a connection with heavenly bodies for reasons unexplained. She looked up to the stars and, like her mother years before, pleaded for help. That was when a star nymph landed in front of her, explaining her heritage and everything.
Now, Raziel doesn't maintain close contact with her family and says she hates them. In all honesty, she's just in denial. Well in any case, the fact that they make her attend a summer school for delinquents doesn't improve this relationship.
At present, Raziel lives her life searching for love, meaning and significance. She is trying to find the thing that's missing from her life, much like what Jacqueline had done before. The question whether Raziel indeed follows her mother's footsteps or not remains unanswered, and only the Fates can tell.
"I'm so hot that I set the room on fire. And I mean that literally."
Raziel's hair is a dark shade of brown streaked with highlights of a lighter shade. She used to keep it short, only barely reaching her shoulders, but recently she has been letting it grow out. It is wavy towards the end, getting lighter in color as well. Most of her bangs are swept to the side and partly covers her left eye. Her eyes are almond-shaped with brilliant green pupils that tend to look a little more blue at a different angle. She uses a bit of eyeliner to trace the outline of her eyes, earning her something short of a punk look. Despite this sorta gangster style, her face breaks out into a friendly grin more times than she can count and she generally tries not to look too intimidating. Raziel has next to no insecurities with her teeth and she flashes her pearly whites without as much as a second thought. There is a dash of freckles across the bridge of her nose, though they aren't really noticeable at first glance.
Raziel is fairly light-skinned and her skin doesn't get easily tanned. She supposes that her skin is as resistant to tanning as she is to fire. At 5'5", Raz's height is just enough for her to stand taller than most girls below her age. She has a medium build with little muscle from her running around and frequent partying. She can come off as attractive to most and she uses this to her advantage along with her great social skills. Knowing that she is rather good-looking for someone not a child of Aphrodite, Raziel carries herself in strides that practically scream confidence - chin up, chest out, etc.
Raziel has an okay taste in fashion, I suppose, preferring rock/punk-style clothes as an everyday attire. Shirts with grungy prints and skintight jeans are enough. Though she may look to be somewhat boyish, Raz isn't averse to wearing girly clothes for special events and has worn gowns and dresses on more than one occasion. She prefers clothes that she is comfortable with, of course, and would likely not wear heels to spar in an arena.
One of the mark thats distinguishes Raziel from the rest is the tattoo on her right arm. She got it when she was fifteen (with a fake ID). The tattoo is of a bird with a musical staff curling from its beak, symbolizing her love for music.
Playby: Cassadee Pope
"Haters gonna hate."
Things change. Raziel used to cope. But there comes a point when too much becomes too freaking much, and Raz has flown far beyond that point.
Before, she was sociable. Now, she hardly is. While not completely antisocial, Raziel has the tendency to get annoyed by the general public. It's not hard to set her off nowadays, and even the simplest things could ignite the fuse. Resentment grew over the years. There were many causes - the rift between her and her family, between her and camp, between her and the father who never bothered to even check up on her... basically, a whole lot of rifts between her and the world. Raziel is still full of energy but it's channeled in the wrong ways - through pyrokinesis, for instance. Controlling fire is cool and okay, setting it on others is another story. Unfortunately, Raziel indulges herself in the latter.
She was a tough shell to break before. Now, her shell strengthened into titanium shields. She loses faith in humanity, more each day. As such, it's very rare for her to let people in. Since not a lot of people would even want to worm their way into Raz's stone-cold heart, Raziel hardly cares about anyone anymore. Her loyalty is nearly extinct - she has learned how to detach herself, convinced herself that most of the population is just a bunch of selfish shallow asses. The ones who weren't had already gone somewhere Raz wished she could follow.
Ironically though, Raziel still longs for love and affection. She hasn't received much of it as a child. Some part of her hates herself because of this, but as hard as she tries to convince herself that she isn't capable of loving or of being loved, she still so desperately wants it. But Raz is stubborn; she doesn't show it. The fear lingers in her heart - that she is going to die without properly feeling what love is. It frustrates her, causes her to vent in dangerous ways.
And so, Raziel remains a troublemaker. She turns a blind eye to rules, considers them far beneath her. Tell her what to do and she'll probably just scoff and tell you to fudge off. She grew up crossing lines and breaking rules, because that was how she got attention. Raz is practically an attention-seeking prat. She does whatever she wants in whichever way she chooses - people can go stick their noses elsewhere because she doesn't give a damn what they think.
Raziel doesn't realize that this is a view she brought on herself. That if she hadn't acted so selfish and self-righteous, she would see the world as a better place, have better people in her life. However, the damage was done.
But if one thing hadn't changed - it was Raziel's unending desire to be different. She still feels privileged. Special. She is a daughter of a Titan among demigods and she flaunts the fact well. She goes by 'Raziel' instead of Kim because it stands out more. Although she is arrogant, cocky and narcissistic, Raz finds ways to deviate from traditions. The spotlight motivates her to a certain degree. She likes being recognized for her feats, for her talents, and for she is. As her favorite quote goes, "Why are you trying so hard to fit in, when you were born to stand out?"
Fatal Flaw: Raziel's desire for attention and love leads her to do things that are out of the norm and most of the time, it does more harm to her than good. This has landed her in bad and complicated situations that ended up harming others or herself.
Talents: Photokinesis. Being a daughter of the Titan of Light, Raziel is gifted with the ability to control light. She has gained considerable control over it, considering that she had been practicing since she was thirteen years old. With the presence of a light source like the sun, Raziel can bend rays of light according to her will without coming close to even draining her. This ability only takes a lot out of her energy if she works to intensify or diminish the light in a certain area (i.e. making the light from a fluorescent bulb bright enough to blind anyone looking at it).
Pyrokinesis. Another power inherited from her Titan father, this ability to manipulate fire and heat comes natural to Raziel. Though she has less mastery over it compared to photokinesis, she is able to make a small amount of fire do her bidding (i.e. summoning small flames on her palms and creating small fireballs). However, she is completely powerless when this fire grows out of control. She is working on improving this power and she is gradually getting better. There may come a time when she can master the use of this deadly power (power boost has been obtained for this). Raziel is also a little heat-resistant, able to stand higher temperatures than normal.
Combat Skills. Considering that Hyperion is the greatest Titan warrior next to Atlas, Raziel has undoubtedly inherited some of her father's great skill. While her skills with swords and other short-range weapons are limited, she has accuracy and precision under her belt and can put five arrows in a three-inch circle from forty yards. She is good with any long-range weapon in general.
Pets: Raziel used to have a stubborn white pegasus named Starlight. One day it just disappeared, and no one knows why. Raz refuses to speak of the incident.
Weapons: Raziel owns a black and gold bow and a collection of arrows with celestial bronze tips. Occasionally she stocks up on special arrows (i.e. explosive arrows) but this only happens when there is a big battle ahead of her. Her bow shrinks down into a bracelet she always wears on her left wrist and her quiver and arrows are concealed as a necklace with a matching design.
Year-Round or Summer: Year-Round
Theme Song: Decoy - Paramore
Other: This character was made in collaboration with Summer.
CODED BY SAPPHIRE
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Subject: Re: ++flameburst [the:CHARACTERS] Wed Oct 16, 2013 10:36 pm
Name: Jim Isaac Nichols
Nickname: Jimmy when he was younger. A handful of people call him Jin, but now he just prefers Isaac.
Birthday: November 26th
God Parent: Hephaestus
Mortal Family: » ELEANOR NICHOLS
"Never knew her."
» WILLIAM NICHOLS
"My mother's father. In short, my granddad."
Years in Camp: 2
History: Eighteen years ago, Eleanor Nichols was one of the most beautiful girls in one of Kansas' small towns. She'd been in the running for valedictorian, was the president of her high school's Electronics Club, with numerous awards from writing contests and science fairs. Unfortunately, she didn't have the best attitude. She was selfish, ambitious and overly competitive. Yet, she was the last girl anyone would ever expect to get knocked up at seventeen years old. But that's exactly what happened.
It was a scandal. A scandal that Eleanor Nichols, who had a promising career before her, didn't take well to. She just had to get drunk that one fateful night, hadn't she?
Anyways, the sharp turn her life took, with all the negativity pouring from all around, did things to her head. As in, it knocked off a couple of screws up there. There could be no other explanation why she tried to strangle her newborn baby boy to death when he took his first breath of life.
Yup, Eleanor Nichols went psycho. And not long after her baby's birth, she was found dead, her pale hands still holding the knife that struck her still heart.
Her father William Nichols took his grandson under his wing, naming him Jim Isaac. He vowed that he would raise him better than he did Eleanor. And he did.
It was a fresh start. William took Isaac to another town. With all the money he saved up, he bought a farm and made more. There Isaac grew up with only his grandfather, and with no recollection of his deranged mother other than the fact that she had already died.
Ever since he was little, Isaac would always help out in the farm. He would plow and plant crops under the harsh sun, and harvest them when the right season came. When he was older, he drove the tractor. He even fixed it when something went wrong.
That was one thing William especially took notice of in the young boy. He had a knack for machinery. He originally assumed that he took after Eleanor, who was a technology whiz, but he proved to be better. Some nights William would just stumble upon the boy in the basement, tinkering with chips and parts of broken appliances. It surprised him the most when at thirteen years old, Isaac managed to put together scraps of the broken electric fan he picked up in a junkyard and turn it into a working model that could run on electricity, rechargeable batteries and solar energy. Until that point, that electric fan was the only invention Isaac ever completed. The rest of his works remained to be defective prototypes and works-in-progress, sadly enough.
When Isaac was sixteen, he found newspaper clippings buried deep in his grandfather's room. They were about Eleanor Nichols. Little by little, Isaac found out what happened to his mother, and what she tried to do to him. Needless to say, he wasn't pleased.
William had told him that his mother died giving birth to him. He said that she loved him so much. But what kind of mother would try to kill her own son?
Isaac had always loathed liars. Finding out that his own grandpa lied to him was very disheartening.
But it was not nearly as bad as when a hellhound broke into his home, killing William Nichols.
Isaac managed to hold the giant dog off with a crowbar, buying just enough time for a watching satyr to intervene and strangle the monster with overgrown crops. Lost and broken, Isaac packed his bags and left with the satyr before the cops could come.
He'd been in Camp Half Blood since.
Appearance: Isaac is heavily-built like most of his siblings. He stands at roughly six feet, with curly brown locks that fall in waves above his green eyes. One thing people notice about him is how he always seems to look so calculating. One look at his indifferent face and slight frown could tell you that this is a guy in deep thought. He usually is.
He looks old for his age. He has a bit of stubble around his chin and he is a bit on the hairy side, especially on his chest and legs. Isaac doesn't really mind though. It's part of growing up, chest hair. And it makes him feel manly.
Isaac is a bit of a cheapskate, and most of the clothes he has are ones he has had for years. It's not unusual for him to be spotted in ripped shirt or jeans. He doesn't really care about clothing. He doesn't care about fashion, or that a red shirt clashes horribly with green shorts. As long as it's wearable, he'll go with it. Even if it's a tank top he's had for two years and hugs his muscly figure so tightly that it kind of hurts. Not like he has a lot wardrobe choices.
Playby: Finnick Odair Sam Claflin
Personality: At first glance, you'd think that Isaac was the type of guy who'd be pretty much all over the place. The more you get to know him, the more you'd realize that it's true.
Isaac is, in more ways than one, a mess. Have you seen the state of his room? No? Picture a town run over by a hurricane. Isaac's room is basically that - on a smaller scale of course. Books and blueprints strewn across the bed and the floor, prototypes scattered on his desk, his clothes rumpled and squished inside the cramped space of his closet (and in other times, on the floor). It just shows how disorganized Isaac is, and this doesn't only extend to his things. His thoughts are often disjointed, and sometimes his sentences trail off unfinished. It's like he doesn't know how to get his act together. He'd scramble from one place to the next, jumping from one project to another, ultimately ending up in the middle of things and not completing a single one. He just crams so freaking much. He's a little forgetful as well, and couple that with his disorganization and, well, it's not exactly an orderly sight.
Knowing all that, you'd guess that he screws up a lot. Right again.
Isaac never does one thing too long. He gets impatient, and then he'll rush it all up... leading to some disastrous consequences. He just doesn't know how to take his time and ends up speeding all over the place. Life is too short, he'd say. There are so many things he needs to do before it ends, he'd add. But then he starts everything, either loses his temper over how long it's taking or forgets it altogether, and in the end he'd be staring at his unfinished business thinking, 'what the hell am I doing?' And so he'd chuck it somewhere in his room, and Isaac almost never bothers to throw it away for good.
That's one trait he always had: sentimentality. It's easy for him to get attached to things and once he is, it's extremely difficult to let go. It's why his room is full of things others would think as trash. One day Isaac would just randomly pick one of his old things up and reminisce. He feels that if he got rid of something, he would forget all the memories attached to it. And that's one thing he really hates about himself - how he easily forgets.
It's a little ironic actually. He can quickly forget the good things, but do him something bad and it's forever etched in his mind.
Despite how Isaac gets attached to things so easily, he actually finds it a little harder to become close to people. Years ago, when he was still very young, he quickly trusted. But that naivety shattered like glass, and the resentment bubbled up. Now he's more cautious, knowing that not all people can be trusted, or deserve to be. But when someone finally earns his trust, Isaac will give himself wholly and without reservation. And if he happens to lose that person, or if that person breaks his trust, there are no limitations to what Isaac can do. He will abandon all sense of morality. At that moment, he will not be afraid to kill.
In spite of all his flaws though, Isaac isn't a bad person. Well, not that bad of a person. He's not the type to go around introducing himself to a crowd, but he won't hesitate to return a smile or a friendly hello. Sure, he's skeptical of people at first, but he gives everyone a chance. He's quite the big softie actually. Isaac wouldn't hurt a fly - unless that fly did him something unforgivable (highly unlikely, but let's assume). Then he would get revenge.
Fatal Flaw: Impatience. Isaac doesn't want to spend time waiting. He won't wait for anyone or anything, and he just rashly decides to take things in his own hands without regard for the consequences.
Talents: Creativity. If you ask Isaac, he'll tell you it's his talent. He doesn't usually stick to the guidelines and do things the normal way. He thinks outside the box. He comes up with ways to make his job easier. He innovates.
Technokinesis. No, he doesn't move computers with his mind. But Isaac has a knack for making and fixing things - weapons, nifty gadgets, etc. Just a Hephaestus perk. But no, don't expect him to make a fully-functional chopper on his own. He's not that good.
Combat Skills. Due to all the hammering and the forging in the Armory plus all his experience in the farm, Isaac has put on a considerable amount of muscle. He's strong. He throws some mean punches, and he swings his sword so hard that when he starts fighting, I'd suggest that you put a lot of distance between him and yourself. You don't want to be in the wrong end of his blade. Trust me.
Pets: Doesn't have one. Isaac isn't a big fan of animals.
Weapons: Isaac's sword is about three-and-a-half feet long, crafted from celestial bronze. At first you'd think that it's just one of your ordinary swords. But Isaac had installed a special feature. If he presses a carefully concealed button right around the hilt, the blade will spin hard and fast like a Beyblade.
Don't worry. The spinning thing is purely reserved for emergencies, like for monsters, etc. Although, it's one reason not to get him mad, right?
Year-Round or Summer: Year-Round
Theme Song: None yet.
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Subject: Re: ++flameburst [the:CHARACTERS] Mon Oct 28, 2013 11:43 am
STANDING FROZEN IN THE LIFE I'VE CHOSEN.
Name: Taylor Lilian Brooks
Birthday: 29th May
Goddess Parent: Khione, goddess of snow
Mortal Family: » JASON BROOKS (father, deceased)
Years in Camp: Four
History: Only a few people could claim to win the lottery. Jason Brooks was one of them.
Originally living in Juneau, Alaska, Jason Brooks was bordering on poverty as he single-handedly raised his daughter Taylor. He moved to New York when Tay was five, bringing her with him. No one knew why he made that decision. Some said that he was tired of life in Alaska, others mused that he couldn't stay after Taylor's mother left him. Whatever it was that spurred him to leave, it was a blessing in disguise. Why? Because if Jason Brooks stayed in Alaska, he wouldn't have won the New York lottery.
For seven years, it was heaven. He sent Taylor to a high-class private school for girls, and he immersed himself in business to make use of what he'd earned.
Unfortunately, Taylor Lilian Brooks didn't only dislike the school - she loathed it with every fiber of her being. So what if she didn't spend her childhood playing Barbie? So what if preferred cars and video games over fashion? She grew up not knowing how to style her hair, or how to pick out the right dress for different occasions. Taylor grew up without a mother, a fact that the other girls would rub in every second of everyday.
This really stung her as a kid. So much that at one point, she got so pissed off that she tried to kill the bullies.
Of course, this wasn't intentional. Taylor had no idea about her lineage. She didn't know about her natural affinity with snow and ice. And it all manifested at the worst possible time.
They were asking for it, really. They deserve it, she kept thinking. Taylor pushed a couple of girls into the school's swimming pool, and without her knowing, the demigodly abilities buried deep inside her came to light. The water, usually kept at a lukewarm temperature, dropped to freezing point. The girls cried and cried and tried to get out, but Taylor was blinded with rage. If the school staff hadn't walked in, they would have been cold and dead.
No one could explain what happened. The Mist worked its magic, but it didn't work it enough. Taylor was still expelled. She'd been 'terrorizing' her classmates, they said. She didn't tell them how they've been doing the same thing to her for years and years.
Meanwhile, her father wasn't faring well either.
His business started failing. In a desperate bid to get his money back, he entered the world of gambling. It was a foolish decision. Jason Brooks might have gotten lucky once, but that's it. This time, he lost everything. Everything except Taylor.
When Taylor got expelled and he learned about the frozen pool, Jason made the hardest decision in his life. He sent his only daughter to camp. Oblivious to their current financial situation, the excited thirteen-year-old daughter of Khione went to Camp Half Blood.
Three years later, she had a dream. A dream that completely turned her world upside down. She saw Jason Brooks. She saw her father getting shot.
She went to find him, and waited by his side as he gave his last breath. Taylor swore vengeance - vengeance she had yet to satisfy, because the mystery surrounding her father's killer remained just that - a mystery.
Then, all of a sudden, Taylor Lilian Brooks disappeared. No note, no trace - just gone. There were rumors, of course. Some said that a monster killed her. Some wondered if she had gone to live outside, mostly because she had been pregnant. The rumors were only partly right. Taylor had gotten herself knocked up. She was around two months in when she vanished.
A few months later, Taylor once again set foot in camp. Although, this time it was different. She wasn't pregnant anymore. More importantly, everything she knew about herself was all gone. Not a single drop of memories left. As if she went for a bath in the River Lethe. Everything wiped clean, with Taylor not having the faintest clue where she was or who she was.
She learned as time went by. Small tidbits of her identity brought to light by the people she once knew. Zach, James, Alaska - they all helped. But it wasn't enough. She still couldn't connect herself to her past. She didn't know what to believe, and there was no way of knowing which was the truth.
Later on, Taylor had gone on a quest, and she faced against zombies in the infamous apocalypse. She survived, but not without scars. When the apocalypse was over, she went on to help out in the cleaning, but her mind was set. That was the last anyone in camp had ever seen of Taylor Brooks. Her room in the Khione cabin was spotless, all her belongings gone with her. She didn't say goodbye. She just left.
But that was before.
Now, as the first snowflakes settle down on the fair landscape of Camp Half Blood, Taylor Lilian Brooks was back.
Appearance: Taylor is an image of simplicity. She's not very intimidating at first glance, with a mediocre height of 5'4" with a slim build to match. She isn't overly beautiful, really - not someone you would throw a second glance at - but she is fair.
Her hair, once dyed red, has now faded back to its original color - auburn. It reaches just a few inches past her shoulder. Tay usually puts it up in a messy ponytail or a bun, and she hardly does anything fancy with it. It could be because Taylor was slightly boyish, or simply because she never really learned how to fix her hair in different styles.
Her eyes are a clear blue. When she uses her powers, they turn white. The effect is kind of scary actually, especially if it's particularly windy and her hair is flying around behind her. With her pale skin and white eyes, she could look like a ghost in a horror movie.
Taylor is not picky when it comes to clothes. However, she abhors dresses. You would be hard-pressed to even get her to wear a skirt. She prefers jeans and simple tees. It's rare to spot her in a jacket, as being a daughter of Khione has long made her oblivious to the cold.
Personality: People describe Taylor to be very confident. She is the type of person who isn't afraid to take risks, a trait she inherited from her father. She has the guts to face a problem head-on, and isn't afraid to resort to physical violence when the situation calls for it. In an instance where a small trouble starts escalating into a bigger argument, she might resort to using colorful words before she starts using her fists.
She's quite a tomboy. She's the type of girl who prefers skateboarding to shopping. She's game for almost any outdoor activities--tree climbing, skating, pretty much anything, really. If for some reason she isn't allowed to go outside, she will resort to video games. You will never ever find Taylor dabbling in makeup. You will be hard-pressed to find her in a dress either.
While she may be friendly, deep inside she quickly judges people and relies heavily on first impressions. At first glance, she is already deciding whether you will be her friend or not. And if you end up in her bad side in your very first meeting, it will take a lot to get her to change her opinion of you. As such, she will do her best to be in her best behavior when she's meeting someone for the first time, unless she has already decided that that person will end up ticking her off for the rest of her life.
She is also a stubborn girl, and if she makes a mistake, she wouldn't back down even if she realizes that she is wrong. That makes it hard for her to apologize for her wrongdoings. But even if she doesn't say sorry, it doesn't mean that her conscience doesn't make her feel guilty. She is also very indecisive and impulsive. She will jump into things without thinking long and hard about them, then almost always regrets it afterwards. Basically, she has lousy decision-making skills and will not apologize if she happens to land everyone in a complicated mess.
Taylor is not good at awkward situations. She tends to stumble in her words and can end up not making any sense, if ever. But in cheerful and jovial instances, she uses sarcasm and wit to crack jokes. She doesn't like it when people start making fun of her or her friends, and she isn't one of those people who will just ignore them if that happens. She will snap back when you throw an insult at her face, and not before long you will find yourself talking to a girl with a very colorful dictionary.
She can be very cruel when she's pissed off. She has come close to killing people before and has not regretted it much--believing that she hadn't done lasting damage to anyone... yet. Taylor can also be rather impatient, so it doesn’t really take long for her to go into a snappy mood. Make her wait and she'll kill you--well not really kill (maybe), but what she will do will put you a hair's breadth from it.
Fatal Flaw: Overconfidence. Taylor overestimates herself and tends to take on things she can’t handle.
Talents: Combat Skills. Taylor is inclined to typical swordfighting. She doesn't do well with any other weapons.
Liquid Freeze. Taylor can freeze liquids. These include water, milk, and even blood. However, freezing blood drains her faster than any other and should it succeed, she would get knocked out by sheer exhaustion for a couple of days. Freezing blood isn't something she voluntarily does. In her current state, I highly doubt that she could do this again.
Ice and Snow Manipulation. As a Khione child, Taylor can control ice and snow. She can use them as weapons—like levitating ice shards driving themselves into her target’s flesh.
Immunity to Cold. Taylor can withstand freezing temperatures, but contrary to what she thinks, she can't stand in a raging blizzard and not expect to die. She also has a slightly lower body temperature than normal.
Note: Thanks to her memory loss, Taylor couldn't control her powers as much as she used to in the past.
The usage of Taylor's demigod abilities drains her and if she does it too much, she experiences fatigue and she runs the risk of passing out. It is similar to how a person gets tired after doing a rigorous physical exercise. This drawback applies to all of my characters with demigodly powers.
Weapons: Taylor’s weapon of choice is a three-foot-long celestial bronze sword nicknamed Snowflake. It is plated with nevermelting ice, although this serves no real purpose but for decoration. When not in use, Snowflake turns into a ring she always wears on the ring finger of her left hand.
Year-Round or Summer: Currently, she's only visiting for the winter. But she used to be a year-rounder.
Theme Song: Let It Go - Demi Lovato
THE PAST IS ALL BEHIND ME, BURIED IN THE SNOW.
CODED BY SAPPHIRE
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Subject: Re: ++flameburst [the:CHARACTERS] Fri Dec 06, 2013 9:15 am
TAYLOR BROOKS is temporarily back.
I rewrote and updated her history and physical appearance, but she's basically the same person as before. No major changes made.
To be honest, I didn't think that I would be bringing her back. But then I turned on the TV and switched to Disney, which was playing Demi Lovato's version of Let It Go (it's a song in Frozen). As I was listening to the song, it hit me. Let It Go fit Taylor so perfectly. I just couldn't not bring her back.