[@Plank Sinatra][@Altered Tundra] I don't know if this character would fit the theme of the story, or the tone of it. So, if there is anything that needed to change, please tell. Thank you. [hider][color=#7D0552][center][img]https://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/b3RmLjcyLmExMDg4Mi5TR0Z5Y21semIyNGdRbVZzYkEsLC4w/fatcow.regular.png[/img][/center][/color] [center][img]https://i.pinimg.com/564x/e2/ca/09/e2ca095873f15638c6710cc6e1b72b2b.jpg[/img] [h3][color=#7D0552][b]"[i]Buenos dias, fuckboy[/i]"[/b][/color] —[color=#7D0552][b][i]Anonymous [/i][/b][/color][/h3][/center] [hr] [color=#7F525D][sub][b]Name[/b][/sub][/color] [indent]Harrison Bell[/indent] [color=#7F525D][sub][b]Age[/b][/sub][/color] [indent]16; May 15[/indent] [color=#7F525D][sub][b]Gender[/b][/sub][/color] [indent] Male[/indent] [color=#7F525D][sub][b]Sexual Orientation[/b][/sub][/color] [indent] I dunno man. I don't even have my first kiss. [/indent] [color=#7F525D][b][sub]Ethnicity[/sub][/b][/color] [indent]50% Greek, 8% Spanish, 12% Danish, 30% English[/indent] [color=#7F525D][b][sub]Years at Olympus Academy[/sub][/b][/color] [indent] First Year Student[/indent] [center][hr][img]https://data.whicdn.com/images/287385825/original.gif[/img] [color=#7F525D][b]"[i]She's gone, out of my life[/i]"[/b][/color] — [b][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pwCxIv1F5U4][i]She's gone/ Steelheart[/i][/url][/b][/center][hr] [color=#7F525D][sub][b]Appearance[/b][/sub][/color] [indent]Ok, let's be honest. The kid got the dumbest face I have ever seen. His eyes are all red and stuff. There are dark circles upon dark circles upon dark circles under his eyes. He is honestly in need of shaving, or need to learn how to. The only plus thing was the hair, which is well kept enough. I guess the kid didn't want to go to the barber too often so he shaved all his hair off. Still, he needs to use vaseline or he is going to get dandruff. On another note, clothing. He wears the same damn shirts and jeans. 7 shirts and 7 jeans from the same company, with the same color, with the same styles. Luckily enough, he still knows that he needs to change every day. Could you possibly imagine a child wear the same shirt for three days straight? [/indent] [color=#7F525D][sub][b]Personality[/b][/sub][/color] [indent]Ok. It is not as bad as his appearances, so that is already good. But, he is very constricted. He will not let anything in the way of him playing his game. But, you can talk to him normally after 4 hours of playing. He is kinda prideful, self-center like his mother. He wanted everyone to give but don't want others to expect anything in return. He refused to call out as being wrong but will work on his faults in silence. Still, he always, surprisingly, offers a lot of chances for others to redeem themselves. He takes and gives credits where it is due, for he is too low if he stole those credits. But if you dive deep enough to garner his attention, Harrison's personality is kinda like a confused follower. He searches, desperately, for the meaning of being a son. After all, if you were born, not to serve others in this world, then why was he given into this life? As such, Harrison's definition of "friendship" is not common. It is not based upon years of staying together or the events that they have climbed. Because, for him, everyone seemed to be best friends once they got past the acquaintance. And like a follower, he will cling on these relations like a fanatics to his god. To use friends to justify one's existence, how miserable it must be. [/indent] [color=#7F525D][sub][b]History & Personality [/b][/sub][/color] [indent]Every day, he would come home and clean the dishes from the night before. Sweep and mop the floor until it is squeaky and clean. Clean the toilet and scrub the bath. Sometimes, he would go to the garden and cut the grass or organizing the storage. And then, he would wait for his woman to come home. A woman he called a mother. She loved him so much. She fed him, kiss him on his forehead. She takes him to places, giving him money. But, she was alone, "cast behind by the man she once loved" she used to say. And she was prideful. So much. So many. She never bowed or say sorry for the sake of skipping the conversation. And as such, they move a lot. They moved to Hawaii, going to the beach to never go again. They moved to Nevada, go to Las Vegas to never go again. They moved to many places, but they were never separate. And so was her love line. His mother never felt enough. She craved for more ... men. She craved their shoulders, how easily she could rest upon it. She craved for their bellies, six-packs at first before devolved back in a pack of fat. And she craved their sweet voices, their vows, and their ideas. How easily they were to fall into her. She kept everything they gave to her as she dumped them. She had entered many marriages, more than a woman should. And Harrison stood there, watching them packing their stuff, cursing he and his mother as a whore and a slut. He felt like a champion. There are only one place in his heart, and that is reserve for his mom. That is until she left him hanging. He waited by the porch for such a long time. The phone never got picked up. The house felt empty although most of her stuff was here. Her clothes, her cars, even her 1-carat ring, courtesy of her first love, is still on the counter. And for the first time, Harrison tasted the bitterness of those who she left behind. Confusion. Devastation. Silence. Then dead. He was dead when the court decided his fate to be taken by one of her past lovers. He never knew what he did wrong for her to leave him. Was she got sick of picking him up? Was she got sick of cooking for him? He was traumatized by that. The new father did not do anything to improve his situation though. He always came home late, bringing two boxes of delivery foods. There was never a conversation on the table. If there was, it is only those out of courtesy. Left with self-guilt and lack of social interaction, the boy tumbling down into a game addict. And the fatherly conversation, the part where he was revealed to be a demigod? It never existed. In fact, the new father was a creation of Hephaestus, tasked with protecting the boy and his mother. So, the boy, without the knowledge of himself, was sent to Camp Demigod. He played twelve hour straighted from beginning to end. [/indent] [center][hr][img]A pic or gif related to your character's godly parent goes here[/img] [color=#7F525D][b]"[i]I should have pull out sooner.[/i]"[/b][/color] — [color=gray][b][i]Haphaestus[/i][/b][/color][/center][hr] [color=#7F525D][sub][b]Godly Parent[/b][/sub][/color] [indent]Haphaestus - god of metalworking, fire, and craft. [/indent] [color=#7F525D][sub][b]Relationship With Godly Parent[/b][/sub][/color] [indent]It is a complicated relationship between Harrison and his biological father. He felt somewhat higher or better than those who got dumped by his mom, yet also understanding for their circumstances. And that is all he felt for his godly parent. For Haphestus, he felt somewhat sorry for his child circumstances. He should have been there when the child was left behind by his mother. He should have given a more specific command than "teaching my child to become a man" to his automaton. And, most devastingly, knew that it was his fault, for only observing and doing nothing, when his child was in need of a helping hand. [/indent] [color=#7F525D][sub][b]Demigod Abilities[/b][/sub][/color] [indent][list] [*] Advanced Forgery: Harrison could recreate a copy of almost everything, from a work of art to resembling a voice of someone else. Of course, faking Hephaestus' work is no different. Still, in order to recreate a perfect copy, Harrison is required to understand how it is made first hand. Aside from that, another limitation on this ability is its lack of improvement. No matter how hard he tried, what Harrison produce will never exceed the original's quality. A side note is that he is still unable to craft magical items. For in order to craft it, he is required to understand how it works. And in this case, understanding how his father's power work. For he can create a fleece with golden fur, but that is all. No sealing, no shielding, no mythical or whimsical thingy. Only a fleece with golden fur. [*] Magical Imbue: Harrison could imbue objects with properties it should not have. Making a whip out of a rock? Possible. Making an ironmen suit but with paper toilet? Possible. The thing is, he has no idea of his abilities. [*] Absolute driving/riding: Whenever Harrison take the wheel, he will never encounter traffic jams. The roads will always be empty and the light will always be green. He has never been stop by polices for rage road and will never be stopped unless he is not the driver. The only problem is, he can only drive a sedan and not every transportation. Still, gotta go fast whenever you want is a great thing. [/list] [/indent] [center][sub][b][color=#7F525D]Will Poulter [/color][/b] | [b][color=#7F525D]#7F525D[/color][/b][/sub][/center] [/hider]