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Harvey Nathaniel Blake
"I‘m aware that I‘m an asshole, but I don‘t care about any of that, though.“ -Ronnie Radke
Personal Information
Name: Harvey Nathaniel Blake
Nickname: Harvey, Nate(call him this and he’ll fucking gut you)
Birth Date: July 4th
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Fuck off
In The Mirror
In Depth Appearance:
Built in a hybrid of “very athletic” and “above-average muscular”, Harvey has a rather intimidating appearance to him. If one were to look at him shirtless, they would see finely-toned abdomens and pecs that one would mistake it for Terry Crews or something like that. His height reaches well over six feet, but nowhere near the height of the Son of Ares. If one were to stand the two of them right next to each other, Harvey would still be five inches shy. Now, with that being said, that puts Harvey at a respectable height of 6’1. His weight matches with it being just over 210lbs.
With a rather short hairstyle, Harvey’s medium-brown hair is shaved on the side and has a smooth, almost silky-texture to its feel. It keeps it combed back in a slightly-spiked fashion. He uses so much gel that one would mistake him for some kind of Guido. Paired with his hair, he has a pair of olive-green eyes. He has several rows of trapezoid-shaped tattoos that run vertically from the his lower abdomen region to just below his ears on both side of his body. He also has two piercing on the right side of his forehead with dot-shaped, silver rings on it.
Clothing Style:
With an array of blacks, dark blues, and grays of colors, Harvey’s clothes usually consist of vests, jeans, normal walking shoes, and tanks.
Delving Deeper
Likes:
- Hunting
- Being able to condition his body so he’s able to hunt more efficiently.
- Saying the word “fuck”
- Heavy metal music
- Checking out chicks
- The children of Ares and everyone else that isn‘t the children of Zeus
- His pet whitetiger, Jace.
- In both height and weight, Jace is slightly larger than your average White Tiger. His eyes are considerably different as they have a blue color to them. His fur is mainly white with dark brown, almost black, stripes on it.
It might be odd for a White Tiger, who is usually a very solitary animal, to be the pet to a demigod, but Harvey helped out Jace when he was injured and unable to fend for himself. Due to that rather selfless act, Jace has felt that he owed Harvey his life and he loves Harvey with all his being. If anyone were to attack him, Jace wouldn't think twice about attacking whomever was attacking his master. However, due to the nature of Jace, Harvey chose to leave him in the forest nearby. Harvey goes there every weekend to visit him and Jace knows Harvey by his scent, so he knows when to show his face and when to stay hidden.
- In both height and weight, Jace is slightly larger than your average White Tiger. His eyes are considerably different as they have a blue color to them. His fur is mainly white with dark brown, almost black, stripes on it.
- Other vicious animals like tigers and bears(they seem to love him for some reason)
- The thought of Artemis dying.
- The color blue.
Dislikes:
- His middle name. He thinks it makes him sound nerdy
- His mother
- Having to wait or sit down for long periods of time
- Any music that doesn’t make him want to mosh
- prissy dancing
- School
- The Children of Zeus
Fears:
- Contracting the disease of stupidity
- Having to see his cunt mother again
- Snakes
Habits:
- Interrupted people if they start to bore him
- Saying fuck almost every other sentence
- Spouting obscenities at people he deems moronic, idiotic, and/or a plain pain in his ass(so everyone XD)
Personality:
♦ Vulgar ♦ Independent ♦ Rude ♦ Proud/Stubborn
To say that Harvey has the mouth of a sailor would be an accurate statement. There isn’t really ANY curse word that he doesn’t know. If it exists in the dictionary or the urban dictionary, odds are that Harvey knows it, and that he uses it frequently. There’s just something about telling people what he thinks of them by adding a situation-appropriate curse word that makes him smile on the inside. He could use one to describe a happy sensation about a situation or how idiotic and stupid a person is. He could use it to exaggerate how bored he is or how impatient he is. Harvey would even use it against women. He really doesn’t care how he uses it just as long as people shut the fuck up when he does.
As an extension of his vulgarity, Harvey is rather rude. He gives no fucks and won’t take any even if they were offered on a silver platter. He will push and shove his way through people until he knew that they knew that he wasn’t someone to fuck with. If they got in his face, he would push and shove even harder until they learned their place. When he’s rude, he goes the extra mile and becomes a bit of a dickhead. To most, he is often seen as a rude boy(street gang member). That’s really not true, though. He just has really low patience - especially for the stupid. If he’s confronted by said people, he won’t hesitate to nigh-bully them around until they bother someone else. This could often lead to confrontations that would otherwise been avoided by a more patient man.
There’s a certain amount pride that comes with Harvey. He doesn’t like to admit it to others, but when certain things happen(like his Killer Soul taking over), he shames himself quite a bit, but does so in solitude. Only a few people know about the shame he feels when he loses control. Only a few people really know how much pain he feels on the inside when he finds out that he’s hurt people without being consciously-aware of it. Sure, when it happens, he’ll curse up a storm, but after that, Harvey isolates himself from everyone. Like stated, it’s a pride thing. In his mind, he thinks if he does it all by himself then he won’t have to deal with the fact that he might or might not have hurt someone - and in turn, he hurts those close to him without even realizing it.
History:
Since day one, Harvey was living a life of kill or be killed. That is, after all, what growing up on the streets of Chicago would do to a kid.
He never knew who his father was - not that Harvey ever needed one. He had the fellow Street Kids to look after him. They were his only family. He leaned how to survive. He learned which corners were safest from gang wars and the like and which streets were practically suicide. He learned how to fake illnesses to get shelter in hospitals and he learned how to pick pockets. Everything that he was taught came in handy in more than a dozen different scenarios with the risk factor raising as each one presented itself to him.
Since the time he learned how to take a piss to the time he was old enough to get his own job, Harvey had one ideology planted so far into his memory that it stuck with him all the way until his teen years: kill or be killed. Eventually that same ideology brought him face-to-face with his bitch of a mother, Artemis.
The meeting of his mother was something far from any Hallmark, sappy, chick-flick movie. There wasn’t any happy embrace, no tearful hellos or any of that shit. From what Harvey could recall, his mom came to him on the eve of his fifteenth birthday citing that her bastard kid actually turned out to be not a total disappointment. Of course, this was met back with some rather extreme obscenities form Harvey. Artemis would just laugh and say that he had guts.
And then the bitch made herself seem even more of a bitch.
On his hand, she branded him with her Mark. She told him that, when the time came, it would reveal its true nature to him. Harvey looked at her with the most blank expression one could get. She laughed and simply told him to trek to Ohio where he would find likeminded individuals - and a sister(if he was lucky).
Originally, Harvey told her to fuck off, citing he had no interest in being surrounded by a bunch of fuckwads who didn’t know the difference between their mouths and the shit that crawled up from their rectum.
Fast-forward a couple of years and Harvey found himself in deep shit. That mark that his so-called “mother” gave him revealed its first power and that of some raging, berserking ability that caused so much hell for Harvey. Every single person that ticked him off - which was half of the Chicago PD - were murdered by his own hands and he became a wanted man. How’s that for an incentive to get the fuck out of dodge?
So, after months of trekking to Ohio, he arrived at Olympus Academy and has been there ever since his 18th birthday. Whoopty-fucking-doo.
Extra: Apollo!!!
Godly Information
Godly Parent: Artemis
Relationship With Godly Parent:
Put frankly, fuck her. In his mind, Artemis can go die for all he cares. She never wanted Harley as a son — or any son for that matter - so why should he care for her as a mother? She only wanted Elise. That was all fine and dandy for Harvey. He always knew that she didn’t want kids - let alone any sons - so, Harvey just doesn’t let that affect him. Each time that she tries to reach out(which is a rarity), Harvey handles it like he does with everything..that meaning he doesn’t and he ignores her stupid bitch-ass.
Godly Abilities:
Mark of Artemis:
A blessing and a curse, the Mark of Artemis(for Harvey) comes in the form in a burn-like tattoo that wraps around Harvey’s left hand. While it is mainly is transparent into the skin, each time he desires to use any of its abilities, the mark will glow with a silver and blue(with it respectively being the arrows and moon[and the markings])It’s said to resemble both Artemis’ weird love for her son and her disgust for him. It is also said that this is the source of his extraordinary hunting prowess, but also the source of his Killer Soul. Because it’s the source of both the good and evil of his abilities, Harvey has no choice but to accept that its branded on his hand forever.
Something else that the Mark of Artemis holds within it, is something that can be summoned at will for Harvey: The Bow of Artemis. An odd gift that Harvey found that his mother gave him - especially considering that Artemis prefers Elise over him, yet she granted him her bow. Whatever; Harvey never questioned it. To him, it did not come from her, but rather it came from his own power that just so happened to be her’s. Whichever the reason may be, the fact remained: Harvey had the bow and it was his most prized possession. The bow itself has a near-golden hue to it and is shaped by a lunar moon. It glows with the bluish-white hue of the moon and shoots arrows of pure lunar energy. No surprise that it’s most effective in the nighttime.
Hunter’s Soul:
If there was ever a passive ability that Harvey had, it was the ability to hunt. It’s the one thing that Harvey felt that his mother was able to do good for him with. His ability to hunt is only matched by his ability to not only track things in almost impossible locations and at unimaginable lengths, but he also has such a high predatory instinct that it almost makes him seem more like an animal than a demigod.
His hunting intuition is so great that he has quite the extraordinary talent of being able to hunt anything anywhere. He can track under almost every kind of condition imaginable, be able to sense the weakness of his prey, and exploit them when he goes in for the kill. Added to that, his proficiency with a bow and arrow is only rivaled by his mother. He is able to take the perfect shot hundreds of yards away and hit square dab on the money.
His tracking skills are another thing to be reckoned with. Like his pet tiger, Killer, he is a master tracker, able to take in a scent of something that has been left behind for days at a time and almost always find its source. He also can discern numerous factors of a situation and thus make himself a master of pursuit and capture; though this requires immense patience, which he doesn’t have. Due to that, his pursuit abilities are compromised most of the time.
Killer Soul:
There is something unnatural - almost supernatural - that happens to Harvey. Be it the blood that flows through his veins thanks in all part to his bitch of a mother, Artemis or something else at work. Harvey, within himself, contains the instinct that of a killer. When he reaches a certain state of anger, his rage blocks out all emotion and awareness; there is only a kill or be killed mentality. This could be comparable to a survival of the fittest-type of mentality. However, the brutally-honest truth is that Harvey literally goes berserk in this state.
The sad part about Killer Soul is that it can happen at any given moment. Any time that Harvey gets to a point of anger, he can’t control himself. Due to the nature of this uncontrollable rage, the limiters placed on Harvey’s body are unlocked, giving him a higher-than superhuman condition. With this, he surpasses his constant Supernatural condition. The scariest part is how efficiently he can kill in this state of mind. Easily with hands or a weapon in his hand, Harvey is a one-man killing machine. There have been instances where he would be able to take on a group of demigods without even trying - and win.
Even though it’s an impressive feat of strength, it has a time limit. Due to how much stamina and energy he wastes when in this berserker-like rage, he can only stay conscious for about two minutes(3-5 posts). When he regains consciousness, Harvey remembers nothing.
Supernatural Condition:
Like all children of the Greek Gods and Goddesses, Harvey has a near-superhuman condition that is unlike that of normal humans. He can achieve feats of raw power and other type of feats that are only matched by his fellow demigods and demigoddesses.
