[center][color=662d91][h1][b][i]~Virgil Ponce DeLeon~[/i][/b][/h1] [img]http://38.media.tumblr.com/fbb09079206eb15247c1f0363157354b/tumblr_mrskraqPuW1qia6ffo6_250.gif[/img] [h3][i]"If you always look behind you, you’ll trip on what’s right under your feet. If you look at your feet, you’ll trip down the road. If you stare only at the horizon, you’ll never see the joy of the journey. Never forget to stop looking and start seeing."[/i] ~ Virgil Ponce DeLeon.[/h3] [h3][i][b]~General Information~[/b][/i][/h3] [b]Name:[/b] Virgil Ponce DeLeon. [b]Nick-Names:[/b] Virge, Lion, Stretch. [b]Sex/ Gender:[/b] Male. [b]Age:[/b] Eighteen. [b]Place Of Origin:[/b] Oakland, California. [b]Camp Cabin:[/b] Cabin Thirteen- Hades. [b]Appearance - Eighteen Years Old:[/b] [img]http://cdn.3news.co.nz/3news/AM/2013/8/20/309697/Lee-Thompson-Young.jpg?width=700[/img] [h3][i][b]~Relationship Information~[/b][/i][/h3] [b]Relationship Status:[/b] Single. [b]Sexuality:[/b] Straight. [b]Partner:[/b] None. [b]Godly Parent:[/b] Hades. [b]Human Parent:[/b] Lisette Ponce DeLeon(mother), Grandma Edna (grandmother- real parent). [b]Siblings:[/b] Erin Marie Chase (Half-Sister). [b]Legacy:[/b] Unknown, if any. [b]Pet/s:[/b] None. [b]Other:[/b] Does not know anyone else at camp, being completely new. [h3][i][b]~Personal Information~[/b][/i][/h3] [b]Personality:[/b] Virgil grew up fending for himself, for not long after her dalliance with his father, Hades, Lisette was hardly fit to be a mother. He grew up with an abiding anger at drugs and the users that took them. His grandma raised him to be a boy of honor and integrity, to help when he could, but keep his nose down when he knew he shouldn’t. Many times he’d had to run away from what he thought was bullying, when it was in fact a mugging. His nearest brush with death had been the bullet that nearly tore through his shoulder, leaving a gouge along his shoulder muscle. His grandma had beat him nearly senseless when she found out he would be okay. Virgil knew she was just scared and had simply pulled her into a strong hug, taking comfort in her presence. He’s a studious sort, always wanting all the details before making a decision or judgement of a person or subject. He is loath to let anyone get close, in case they turn on him like some of his old friends had in his neighborhood Caution and anxiety now rule his thoughts, thinking that there might be a threat around every corner, in every person. After a few run-ins with a few unsavory characters, he’d sworn off anyone that didn’t first prove themselves through fire and trials. He’s not known to have a temper, but is quick to retaliate or retort to someone’s challenge or insult. Never one to take things lying down, he possesses a strong will that is slow to recover after his recent tragedies. Not known by many, Virgil is also an extremely sentimental person, often putting in great stock in small gestures and favors that come unasked. If someone were to sit down with him in a moment of vulnerability Virgil will accept support from anyone patient enough to deal with his near catatonic state of grief. [b]Skills:[/b] Virgil is a fair writer, a decent sketcher, and a paramount athlete. His particular talent is hoops, winning many a game on the blacktop in Oakland. It was the money won in these games that allowed him to fund his needs as he fled across the country. He has all the powers afforded to a child of Hades, but doesn’t know how to use any but Shadow travel, of which he finds particularly easy and not very taxing at all. Yet his nonstop flight across the United States put him at the limits of his abilities, using it continuously for battles and escape, jumping large distances. Eventually he was limited to much shorter hops as his stamina was drawn to its outer limits. [b]Biography:[/b] Virgil was born to a single mother, a once glamorous actress that quickly slid down the dirty side of the business. With a raging coke addiction, she spent most of her earnings before he’d even grown out of diapers. She kicked the habit, finding work in small time commercials, finally breaking back into the scene and rarely having time for her son because of it. Eventually, business slowed as he drug abuse came back and the wear began to show on her beauty. Soon, they were back to the slums of Oakland, back to Lisette’s roots with Virgil in tow. Lisette had always been attractive and she made use of her little remaining beauty, the only way she knew how… hooking. It wasn’t soon after that she was chasing the dragon’s tail and addicted to heroin. Virgil was five turning six when the worst of it was fully underway. Once, he’d escaped their garbage strewn apartment, finding his mother in the side alley between his tenement and the next, a needle still in her arm as the euphoria filled her body. It was obvious, even then to the young boy, his mother didn’t care about the world around her anymore. Wasn’t the mother he’d once known and loved. He began beating her shoulders and crying, urging her to come back home! He was hungry, tired, and needed his mother! Child Services were called and Virgil was placed with his Grandmother forthwith. From that tender age onward, he lived with his sweet old Grandma Edna. She took him in with open arms and a warm heart, but with stern rules. His grades never slipped below a B+ again, most often finding Virgil on the honor roll. He now had all the food he could want, his grandmother an excellent cook. Even with all of her rich soul food cooking, Virgil was still fit and strong, not a trace of body fat. Edna always chalked up to her good genes, but Virgil had always suspected differently. His grandmother wanted to protect him for as long as she thought she could. At the age of eighty-two, Edna was diagnosed with leukemia. Seven months went by after the initial diagnosis and her treatments seemed to be going extremely well. Her doctors were hopeful, optimistic even, yet Virgil couldn’t help but feel differently. Somehow, he knew, his grandmother would die, on his birthday no less. Soon, that fateful day came. He knelt beside her bedside, holding onto a hand that was far too thin. Edna had been a rotund woman and strong in body and soul. It was a wonder she’d survived as long as she did, something that the latent powers of Virgil had a hand in. His subconscious desire to keep his grandmother stayed her death for as long as was even unnaturally possible. Hours they sat in silent vigil, waiting for the fated time. In the final minutes of her life, Edna finally revealed Virgil’s true heritage, the divine blood of Hades that coursed through his veins. Even as she told him, the dark purple glow of his father’s symbol appeared above his head, floating there without any source other than itself. He wondered at it… until the weak grip of his grandma’s became nonexistent. She had passed away seemingly between beats of his heart and in that moment, Virgil felt more alone than he ever thought he could. Yet even before the true breadth of grief could consume him, an odd sound of scraping and cracking resounded from the ceiling! Between blinks, the roof was ripped from its holding and a blood-chilling screech filled the air. Virgil began to shake as wide eyes laid on the very first monster, but certainly not the last he’d know. A drakon had come for him and he could see many shadowy shapes all about the night sky. He felt the strength of the shadows then, his awareness of his demigod abilities manifesting in the first ability a child of Hades might utilize, Shadow travel. He managed to get on top of the drakon, flung around by wild bucking as if it were a bull. He flew through the night air, catching a hold on two spines on the drakon’s tail. He snapped one off and managed to climb its spine, eventually digging its own bone into its eye and crumbling the beast into dust! Thus started Virgil’s desperate escape to Camp Half-blood, his new home, and the only place he had family left. [h3][i][b]~Weaponry Information~[/b][/i][/h3] [b]Weapon/s:[/b] A Minotaur horn and a Drakon bone. [b]Weapon/s Name:[/b] None. [b]Weapon/s Type:[/b] Improvised. [b]Attributes:[/b] None. [hider=Weapon Appearance] [b]A large horn and a wide, but long spike.[/b][/hider] [h3][i][b]~Other Information~[/b][/i][/h3] [b]Other:[/b] Cross-dressing Zeus! [h3][i][b]~Theme Song~[/b][/i][/h3] [b]Theme Song:[/b] "For Whom the Bell Tolls" by Metallica. [/color] [/center]