[hider=B-B-B-B-BOUND 2 FALL IN LOVE] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/saMJXcU.jpg[/img][/center] [center][sub][color=6ecff6][i]"I don't find title fights, title fights find me! I don't look for main events, main events look for me! I'm the most interesting man in the world! I'm the reason Waldo is hiding!"[/i] —Chael P. Sonnen[/color][/sub][/center] [hr] [u][b][color=6ecff6]Name[/color][/b][/u] Dallas Brett Relo [u][b][color=6ecff6]Age[/color][/b][/u] 20. 18th June. [u][b][color=6ecff6]Gender[/color][/b][/u] Male [u][b][color=6ecff6]Sexual Orientation[/color][/b][/u] Interstellar Pansexual Pervert [u][b][color=6ecff6]Ethnicity[/color][/b][/u] 50% Greek, 50% American (45% Spanish-American, .001% - 5% Native American) [u][b][color=6ecff6]Years at Olympus Academy[/color][/b][/u] Fifth Year [hr] [center][sub][i][color=6ecff6]”I know I got a bad reputation, walk around always mad reputation, leave a pretty girl sad reputation, start a fight club, Brad re-Pitt-ation."[/color] — [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zvBnZMS9rNw]Kanye West[/url][/i][/sub][/center] [hr] [u][b][color=6ecff6]Appearance[/color][/b][/u] The internationally recognized guidelines for successful Tinder accounts, updated for 2019, rate the new cutoff for ‘short guys’ at a respectable 6’2. Dal, blessedly, still clears that benchmark, but only by a few quarters of an inch. He’s a fairly muscular young man, weighing in at 180 pounds, although it’s the sort of lean muscle, built by low weights and high reps, that makes it easier for him to fit into good-looking clothes instead of just sporting his gym gear all the time [s][color=6ecff6]LIKE A FUCKING LUNKHEAD, JOEY[/color][/s]. Such clothes tend to just range from t-shirts to sweaters to bomber jackets, chinos to tight jeans to athletic pants, Nike high tops to boots to running shoes. A usual staple of his appearance is the pair of Prada sunglasses that either disguise his sky blue eyes from the world or lay nestled in his mop of curly golden hair. He is very open and expressive with his body language, often bouncing on his tiptoes as though he's ready to dance or jump out of the way of something - a telltale sign that he's bored or restless. Other such signs include his habit of blinking with one eye, then the other, back and forth, in a series of lightning-quick winks instead of the blinks of a normal human, or tousling his hair back before shaking it back down into his eyes, over and over again. He has a tattoo of a trail of shooting stars arcing behind his left ear, stretching down to the top of his neck. Dana and Marcy also pierced his left nostril and navel while he was stoned once in the previous year of school, [color=6ecff6][i]those evil sluts,[/i][/color] but right now he only has the nose piercing inserted. [u][b][color=6ecff6]Personality[/color][/b][/u] [center][color=6ecff6]✔[/color] Charismatic [color=6ecff6]✔[/color] Charming [color=6ecff6]✔[/color] Fearless [color=6ecff6]✔[/color] Loyal [color=6ecff6]✖[/color] Reckless [color=6ecff6]✖[/color] Hot-tempered [color=6ecff6]✖[/color] Mischievous [color=6ecff6]✖[/color] Scornful[/center] It's easy to see how Dallas could become the centerpiece - or centerfold - of a group of demigods. Talkative and silver-tongued, he seems to never stop chattering about something or somebody, or preferably multiple suspects in a mind-meltingly complicated spiel. This inability to shut up can knit together a friendship or tear a person down, depending on his mercurial, even bipolar temperament. No matter what his intention is, his speeches are always used as a way to tease and prod at the other person, whether good-naturedly or mockingly. The best way to survive his onslaughts are to stay thick-skinned and let the backhanded compliments or playful barbs about your clothes, friends, or parentage bounce off of you with a laugh. Returning fire could either cause him to laugh loudly or glower and grow coarse, depending on what mood he's in or how close he is to you - the closer you are to him, or the more he likes you, the less patient he's prepared to be with you, paradoxically. His hot temper isn't often utilized in [i]defense[/i] of his friends - fuck them, they can handle themselves - but more often just weaponized against anyone who vexes them in any way. His loyalty manifests through vengeful acts, not protectiveness, and many a time someone in a parking lot has wound up with a sneaker-sized dent in a car door or a baseball bat into a headlight for provoking Dallas while out at the club or a restaurant. He's tried to temper such behaviors over the course of his five years at Olympus, but it's easy to look at Dallas and see shades of his father, who once tricked his aunt into trickshotting her first boyfriend out of spite. The most protective he ever gets is towards the handful of students he likes in the lower years, who can sometimes goad him into taking a surprisingly proactive mentorship role. His own sister has received the most training from him by far; he enjoys teaching her the basic methods of free running, striking, and even advice in social situations, and he finds time to make conversation with her all hours of the day or night - usually without her permission. A long text thread at 2 AM prefaced with a repeated [color=6ecff6]"Hey nerd"[/color] is par for the course in their relationship. It should also be noted here that Dallas is an incorrigible flirt and heartbreaker, often cutting off girls for various reasons that stem, simply, from his own boredom. He doesn't have an inability to commit to a relationship, or even a lack of readiness, he just prefers casual relationships and hasn't found anyone who makes him want to change his mind. Sex is fairly meaningless in terms of emotional attachment, although he does seem to enjoy making breakfast, coffee, and conversation for more successful flings. He can generally be found at the vanguard of [color=6ecff6]"the squad,"[/color] who can get away with riling up the bipolar son of the sun slightly more than most people. [u][b][color=6ecff6]History[/color][/b][/u] Born in Mill Valley, Dallas spent most of his time moving between Marin County and Oakland with his mother, a fitness model in Northern California. Learning at an early age that he wasn't going to get much out of her beyond the fact that he was "[his] dad's spitting image," Dallas fell into the oldest and noblest of traps for charismatic only children - he built himself a large group early in middle school that, gradually, metamorphosed from less of a group of class clowns into more of a group of wild, reckless teens with too much pent up energy. Eventually, as high school wore on, Dallas was getting himself into fights in school bathrooms, by lockers, even in the parking lots at athletic events. He lost his valued spot as a pitcher on the school baseball team, and by the end of his tenure in California he could be found with a black eye and a burst-lipped smirk on his face more often than not. Though his future seemed in jeopardy as his future at school grew more fractured, his mother finally deciding to reveal the truth about his parentage seemed to temper his resolve. At the age of 15, Dallas ran away from home on a quest to find his father, god or not, and figure out what the hell he was supposed to do about it. He ended up being picked up ten miles outside of Reno by his own spitting image, driving a Tesla Roadster [color=6ecff6](nerd)[/color] and rolling his eyes behind a pair of Prada shades. The resemblance was too uncanny to be bullshit, and Dallas hopped in the car to see where it would lead him. The Maserati ended up leading all the way to Olympus Academy, where Apollo left Dallas with the sunglasses and a final challenge, a shot across the bow: [color=6ecff6]"Take these. Prove to me you're worthy of that,"[/color] he said, pointing up towards the sun, [color=6ecff6]"and I'll make it up to you and then some."[/color] Over the next five years, Dallas has tried applying himself to that ideal (like, what hot-blooded young man doesn't want to be the fucking sun on Earth?) and started trying to temper his bad boy behavior as best he can. Now that his tenure at Olympus is halfway over, he's certainly made progress, though he clearly still has a l[i]oooo[/i]ng way to go. [hr] [center][sub][color=6ecff6][i]"It's not leaving that I mind. Being a sun god must be busy. But what kind of sun god needs sun[b]glasses? Prada[/b] sunglasses. Giving those dumb things to Dal ruined him."[/i][/color] — [color=6ecff6]Alihera Relo[/color][/sub][/center] [hr] [u][b][color=6ecff6]Godly Parent[/color][/b][/u] Apollo, God of the Sun, Music, and Poetry [u][b][color=6ecff6]Relationship With Godly Parent[/color][/b][/u] Douchebags [color=6ecff6][i]do[/i][/color] generally grow close with one another. Dallas and Apollo have met up a few times over the course of the past few years, usually for days spent fucking around on a baseball diamond - Apollo, as the god of archery, is a better pitcher, even if Dal suspects that some of his pitches dip out of the strike zone and then veer in - grabbing a burger or pie at Nation's in his home state of California, or racing each other up the Pacific Coast Highway or Arizona desert, keeping contact over speakerphone in their cars. It's not the paternal ideal; rather, their relationship is more similar to that of a freshman in college and his favorite professor, or at best a watchful frat boy out to guide the guy fresh from his hazing ritual. They're good friends, but not a comfortable father/son dynamic. [u][b][color=6ecff6]Demigod Abilities[/color][/b][/u] [i][color=6ecff6]Heaven, Let Your Light Shine Down[/color][/i] - Though all demigods are naturally stronger, quicker, and sturdier than their human relatives, Dallas' physical advantages are only amplified when in the light of his father's sun. He uses this to hit harder and faster in fistfights, his preferred state of combat, but the effect can also be utilized for things as mundane as waking him up in the morning with a jolt of energy or racing to a class he decided to attend at the last minute. Outside of sunlight, these effects begin to fade after around two minutes. [color=6ecff6][i]If Young Metro Don't Trust You...[/i][/color] - Apollo is the god of music and poetry, so it only makes sense that his son would inherit natural ability in turn. When listening to music, Dallas' strength, speed, and durability stack to double that of his heightened capabilities, leaving him stacked with up to quadruple the physical prowess of a normal human. Whatever you do, if you're intent on pissing off, don't fight him in sunlight with his iPhone on. Seriously. Blot out the sun with locusts, break his iPhone, do [i]something[/i] before he turns your face into a bloody mask. This power also has a gentler side effect. When Dallas hears someone sing, he gains an empathetic bond with that person temporarily. The longer they sing, the longer the bond goes on and strengthens, giving Dallas insight into their emotions and, to a more limited extent, their thoughts, allowing for some limited forms of gentle psychic persuasion, insight, and even the faintest hints of communication. After it stops, the bond will stay solid for around five minutes before starting to fizzle. By ten, it will be gone entirely. [color=6ecff6][i]...I'm Gon' Shoot You[/i][/color] - Similar to his other two powers, this can only be activated when Dallas is standing in the sun for energy purposes - this power, however, is a different bent. As long as he is standing within the sunlight and feels comfortable enough with the open space he's standing in, Dallas can reflect the light source of the sun towards a target using his body as a conduit, in effect creating a 6'2 tall laser or solar panel. This will eventually drive his body temperature up into a feverish state, though, so prolonged use of this ability will prove incredibly hazardous to his health. [color=6ecff6][i]Staring at the Sun[/i][/color] - Dallas has a natural illusionary power, creating up to four illusionary copies of himself at a time to throw off opponents. They will perform the most basic of functions and fighting maneuvers to keep an enemy guessing, and can even talk shit like the normal Dallas through a mimicry of his speech, but as time goes on the copies will start to skip and "buffer," almost. Additionally, their surfaces go crystalline, sleek and shiny when struck. Hitting all of them will inevitably point out which is the true son of the sun, so it's often a temporary solution to trick an opponent long enough to get a good strike in and scramble his opponent's brains. Though he's not averse to using this trick on his sister or his friends to grate on their nerves once in a while. Every so often. ...Very often. [center][color=6ecff6]Greg Nawrat[/color] | [color=6ecff6]6ecff6[/color][/center] [/hider]