Haha, no Major Ursa, the deviations is more so about the differing views and moralities of the characters, comparatively.
Side Note: I find it hilarious that your name, Ursa Major, is the exact came name I use for my Xbox live account, and many other accounts, just backwards.(UrsaMajor.)
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I am beginning to like the deviation in characters in this Rp.
Personal Information
Name: Adam McCoy
Alias/ Nickname (If Any):
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Cabin: Hades Cabin.
Appearance (Prefer Picture):
Family
Godly Parent: Chione
Human Parent: Daniel McCoy
Legacy: Demeter
General Information
Personality: Adam is often seen as somewhat quirky, when his interests conflict with others, or when his mind wanders the roads. He has a tendency to seclude himself from those who have obvious interest conflicts, as to protect himself from awkward situations.
Likes: Writing, dancing, training, and blacksmithing.
Dislikes: Unneccesary violence, show offs, and singing.
Talents: Adam is an avid Battle Staff trainer, and also likes to use his somewhat decent dancing skills.
Biography: Adam grew up under the guidance of his father, Danie, and the companionship of his friend Erin Chase. They spent a little time growing up, but they really connected in highschool. Adam though, was somewhat odd growing up. He always enjoyed different things then everyone else, he always seemed to be the odd one out, and this set him aside in the social game when it came to connecting to whole groups of peope, but his idividual experience with people was always good. He could always find at least one thing to connect with someone, whether he made them laughed, or found the same music interesting, or helped them with a school subject, it seemed like he was "that guy" in school that wasn't caste as a clique-type, but rather "that guy" who had one, single, thing in common with everyone he met and became friends with over the years.
His earlier years were interesting, to say the least, because he spent his time trying to have as much as he could, whenever he could, because he viewed life as a time when you must have all the fun you can, before your life comes to a close. This made his early years outgoing, cheerful, and most importantly joyful and friendly, but that began to subside as he gre older and entered middle school. He still had a cheery side, but he often avoiding making outgoing attempts to make friends, or outgoing attempts to connect to people, rather he just sort of went witht he flow and let the flow of life direct him, and when it directed him into meeting someone new, he would do what he could to be nice, and helpful, and even hopefully connect. This led his friendship with Erin to grow somewhat closer until the end of the Middle school years, then as they entered Highschool it grew very close, but she soon began to grow distant. Adam decided at first that perhaps her distancing was normal. They were both in highschool, both were growing up, and perhaps she was just getting use to meet new people. After a while it slowly began to worry him though, she grew further and further away from him, but not just him, all of her friends.
After some time, even while trying to push his way back in, he found it hard to get her to come back. It wasn't until he found some bruising that he realized something was up, and while she dismissed it as being clumsy, he knew it was something greater. He kept pushing and kept trying to get a hold of her, until it all came crumbling down, the truth was now apperant when Adam found her in the street, collapsed and abused by the one guy who she had once trusted. He was furious, but took her to her mother's and saught out help. Erin's mother directed them to a camp, and explained Erin's parentage to them both, and with this new found knowledge Adam saught nothing more then the safety of his friend and he took her to the camp. There he found her in a safe place, and that he, himself were a demi-god of Chione.
He was happy that she was away from Jay, and he was happy that she was safe now, but he was beside himself when he watched her throw up walls, and when he realized he didn't try hard enough to protect her, and that he could have done more, and that he should have done more, but that was the past and all he could do was look forward. He vowed to protect her, as a friend, as a person, and as the closest person he knew.
Theme Song: Stairway to Heaven - By Led Zeppelin.
Weapon Information
Weapon Name: Quarter Staff
Weapon Type: Quarter Staff
Weapon Appearance:
Attributes: It is a Quarter Staff, it does Quarter Staff stuff.
Other
Other:
Personal Information
Name: Chris Levins
Alias/ Nickname (If Any): The Forge's Fire(this isn't an actual nickname, but it is an Alias he uses in "special" situations that will soon be revealed.)
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Cabin: Hepheastus
Appearance (Prefer Picture):
Family
Godly Parent: Hepheastus
Human Parent: Erica Levins
Legacy: None at the moment.
General Information
Personality: Austin is, to simply put it, rather quiet in an all-around manner. He rarely speaks, unless directed to with words, and will often only act. Whether it is his situation or not, if he can help, he wil do so, but he will more or less never shed a word more then "Hi", "Bye", "Thank you", or "You're Welcome."
Likes: The air of the Forges, the WIlderness, the heat of a flame, and music. His music tastes are mostly 80's music, Rat Pack, Big Band, and Swing. He also likes video-games, and computers.
Dislikes: Rap, ill-treated metal and forges, "gangstas", rappers, ideacritical dumbasses, "thugs", swagg-fags, people who say "YOLO", people who spell "YOLO", anyone who thinks "YOLO" or "SWAG" is cool, anyone who is essentially ideacritical of the modern chilidish, stupid teenagers fads, gags, and thrads.
Talents: He is good with a hammer, and the forge, as well as remembering random trivia and such.
Biography: This, for this character, is a bit short. It is mostly filled with important details I would rathr flesh out in-rp.
Theme Song: "Dream On" by Aerosmith
Weapon Information
Weapon Name: Silverlight
Weapon Type: Saber
Weapon Appearance:
Attributes: It is made of Silver, and thus is more deadly to apparitions and spectral beings.
Other
Other:
Name: Adam McCoy
Alias/ Nickname (If Any):
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Cabin: Hades Cabin.
Appearance (Prefer Picture):
Family
Godly Parent: Chione
Human Parent: Daniel McCoy
Legacy: Demeter
General Information
Personality: Adam is often seen as somewhat quirky, when his interests conflict with others, or when his mind wanders the roads. He has a tendency to seclude himself from those who have obvious interest conflicts, as to protect himself from awkward situations.
Likes: Writing, dancing, training, and blacksmithing.
Dislikes: Unneccesary violence, show offs, and singing.
Talents: Adam is an avid Battle Staff trainer, and also likes to use his somewhat decent dancing skills.
Biography: Adam grew up under the guidance of his father, Danie, and the companionship of his friend Erin Chase. They spent a little time growing up, but they really connected in highschool. Adam though, was somewhat odd growing up. He always enjoyed different things then everyone else, he always seemed to be the odd one out, and this set him aside in the social game when it came to connecting to whole groups of peope, but his idividual experience with people was always good. He could always find at least one thing to connect with someone, whether he made them laughed, or found the same music interesting, or helped them with a school subject, it seemed like he was "that guy" in school that wasn't caste as a clique-type, but rather "that guy" who had one, single, thing in common with everyone he met and became friends with over the years.
His earlier years were interesting, to say the least, because he spent his time trying to have as much as he could, whenever he could, because he viewed life as a time when you must have all the fun you can, before your life comes to a close. This made his early years outgoing, cheerful, and most importantly joyful and friendly, but that began to subside as he gre older and entered middle school. He still had a cheery side, but he often avoiding making outgoing attempts to make friends, or outgoing attempts to connect to people, rather he just sort of went witht he flow and let the flow of life direct him, and when it directed him into meeting someone new, he would do what he could to be nice, and helpful, and even hopefully connect. This led his friendship with Erin to grow somewhat closer until the end of the Middle school years, then as they entered Highschool it grew very close, but she soon began to grow distant. Adam decided at first that perhaps her distancing was normal. They were both in highschool, both were growing up, and perhaps she was just getting use to meet new people. After a while it slowly began to worry him though, she grew further and further away from him, but not just him, all of her friends.
After some time, even while trying to push his way back in, he found it hard to get her to come back. It wasn't until he found some bruising that he realized something was up, and while she dismissed it as being clumsy, he knew it was something greater. He kept pushing and kept trying to get a hold of her, until it all came crumbling down, the truth was now apperant when Adam found her in the street, collapsed and abused by the one guy who she had once trusted. He was furious, but took her to her mother's and saught out help. Erin's mother directed them to a camp, and explained Erin's parentage to them both, and with this new found knowledge Adam saught nothing more then the safety of his friend and he took her to the camp. There he found her in a safe place, and that he, himself were a demi-god of Chione.
He was happy that she was away from Jay, and he was happy that she was safe now, but he was beside himself when he watched her throw up walls, and when he realized he didn't try hard enough to protect her, and that he could have done more, and that he should have done more, but that was the past and all he could do was look forward. He vowed to protect her, as a friend, as a person, and as the closest person he knew.
Theme Song: Stairway to Heaven - By Led Zeppelin.
Weapon Information
Weapon Name: Quarter Staff
Weapon Type: Quarter Staff
Weapon Appearance:
Attributes: It is a Quarter Staff, it does Quarter Staff stuff.
Other
Other:
Personal Information
Name: Chris Levins
Alias/ Nickname (If Any): The Forge's Fire(this isn't an actual nickname, but it is an Alias he uses in "special" situations that will soon be revealed.)
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Cabin: Hepheastus
Appearance (Prefer Picture):
Family
Godly Parent: Hepheastus
Human Parent: Erica Levins
Legacy: None at the moment.
General Information
Personality: Austin is, to simply put it, rather quiet in an all-around manner. He rarely speaks, unless directed to with words, and will often only act. Whether it is his situation or not, if he can help, he wil do so, but he will more or less never shed a word more then "Hi", "Bye", "Thank you", or "You're Welcome."
Likes: The air of the Forges, the WIlderness, the heat of a flame, and music. His music tastes are mostly 80's music, Rat Pack, Big Band, and Swing. He also likes video-games, and computers.
Dislikes: Rap, ill-treated metal and forges, "gangstas", rappers, ideacritical dumbasses, "thugs", swagg-fags, people who say "YOLO", people who spell "YOLO", anyone who thinks "YOLO" or "SWAG" is cool, anyone who is essentially ideacritical of the modern chilidish, stupid teenagers fads, gags, and thrads.
Talents: He is good with a hammer, and the forge, as well as remembering random trivia and such.
Biography: This, for this character, is a bit short. It is mostly filled with important details I would rathr flesh out in-rp.
Theme Song: "Dream On" by Aerosmith
Weapon Information
Weapon Name: Silverlight
Weapon Type: Saber
Weapon Appearance:
Attributes: It is made of Silver, and thus is more deadly to apparitions and spectral beings.
Other
Other:
You know I am interested man, my CS is complete for the most part, I am just putting on a few finishing touches now that my day is finally done and I am at home for the first time all day. XD
*Shoves a book in her face.* You can write like dis!!
Name: Eriil Moonborn
Gender: Male
Age: 34
Race: Vekian Human(Full Lycanthrope)
Appearance:
Gear & Possessions:(Refer to Appearance for Clothing.)
Skills & Abilities: Eriil, apart from being a Lycan, is a master huntsmen, tracker, and all around woodsmen. His ages of obsession with predators has made him a man built for the wild and all of it's glory. Outside of that aspect of himself though, he has trained with a shield and lance and those are his primary weapons.
Personality: Eriil, after being forced under the power of the moons by the bite of a lycan, slowly grew into the man he is now, an obsessive, compulsive, predator. He seems charming enough on the rouse of most days, but beneath his human flesh lies the sleeping fur of a ravenous beast that he quite frankly adores, and it willing to let out at any time he can. He seems ill-met on most days, even with a his seemingly respectable charm, but becomes practically exuberant as any of the Full moons come close to rising.
History: Eriil was once a young fisher's bow in Vekia, but his days as a normal man came to close when a Lycan passing through the area, caught unknowingly on the night of a full moon, was forced into his beast form and sent out to satisfy his hungry. The beast made it's way to several fishing homes around the area where Eriil lived and it tore through body after body before finally coming to Eriil's home by the close of the night. He slaughtered Eriil's parents and almost did so to the boy, but after getting just one bite off on his right leg, the moon fell and the beast was once more a human, the woman who had bitten Eriil now lay before him, stripped of her morality, clothing, and heart. She looked upon her carnage and the boy who lay bleeding and crying before, a mere boy of no more then ten years of age, had become a victim of her curse, and while at first she pondered curing him, she knew the curse's mark would be to much for a boy, and thus she carried him off and raised him as her own for what time she could, but even her own vision was clouded as Eriil grew into a man. He clouded her once slightly moral judgement and made her into a cold beast, like himself. They embraced the moons together and ran as Pack siblings for what time they could, until the woman met her end by another Lycan.
Eriil was not as heartbroken as he should have been, rather he took in her killer for a time, before he too had to be put down, for attempting to kill Eriil. Eriil now resides in Vekia, in a temporary home, as a man of business peddling his lance arm for a few coins here and there, before venturing to larger lands during the rise of the jeweled moons to hunt and enact his plans against trading caravans and noble caravans.
Gender: Male
Age: 34
Race: Vekian Human(Full Lycanthrope)
Appearance:
Gear & Possessions:(Refer to Appearance for Clothing.)
Skills & Abilities: Eriil, apart from being a Lycan, is a master huntsmen, tracker, and all around woodsmen. His ages of obsession with predators has made him a man built for the wild and all of it's glory. Outside of that aspect of himself though, he has trained with a shield and lance and those are his primary weapons.
Personality: Eriil, after being forced under the power of the moons by the bite of a lycan, slowly grew into the man he is now, an obsessive, compulsive, predator. He seems charming enough on the rouse of most days, but beneath his human flesh lies the sleeping fur of a ravenous beast that he quite frankly adores, and it willing to let out at any time he can. He seems ill-met on most days, even with a his seemingly respectable charm, but becomes practically exuberant as any of the Full moons come close to rising.
History: Eriil was once a young fisher's bow in Vekia, but his days as a normal man came to close when a Lycan passing through the area, caught unknowingly on the night of a full moon, was forced into his beast form and sent out to satisfy his hungry. The beast made it's way to several fishing homes around the area where Eriil lived and it tore through body after body before finally coming to Eriil's home by the close of the night. He slaughtered Eriil's parents and almost did so to the boy, but after getting just one bite off on his right leg, the moon fell and the beast was once more a human, the woman who had bitten Eriil now lay before him, stripped of her morality, clothing, and heart. She looked upon her carnage and the boy who lay bleeding and crying before, a mere boy of no more then ten years of age, had become a victim of her curse, and while at first she pondered curing him, she knew the curse's mark would be to much for a boy, and thus she carried him off and raised him as her own for what time she could, but even her own vision was clouded as Eriil grew into a man. He clouded her once slightly moral judgement and made her into a cold beast, like himself. They embraced the moons together and ran as Pack siblings for what time they could, until the woman met her end by another Lycan.
Eriil was not as heartbroken as he should have been, rather he took in her killer for a time, before he too had to be put down, for attempting to kill Eriil. Eriil now resides in Vekia, in a temporary home, as a man of business peddling his lance arm for a few coins here and there, before venturing to larger lands during the rise of the jeweled moons to hunt and enact his plans against trading caravans and noble caravans.
If no one else posts by this evening. I will go ahead and move us into the Boss Fight. I am not trying to rush anyone, I just want to keep us moving steady.
Marc was laughing at the conversations that unfolded among the group and couldn't help but comment on the topics. "Why of course, we have to save you. We men, men need woman, woman make men happy." He imitated a cartoon-styled caveman and then straightened himself up a moment. "But, yeah. We wouldn't let you get sacrificed." He smiled as the topic of bathers was brought up and he smiled. "Ah yeah, I almost forgot about packing those." He noted mentally to himself while stepping back and combing over some first aid materials.
Haha, Nineteen year old men to rule the world!
Well, I am nineteen, granted it might just be my age. I am not even looking at college right at the moment.
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