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The Promise - Second Star to the Right, and Straight on 'til Morning.

@JunkMail@SepticGentleman Here is my CS. If anything needed to change please tell me. I don't even know if the character concept is good enough or still in need of more clarification. The superpower is purposefully left blanked as discussed in the Discord

Hider

N A M E

_______________________________________________ Skye Wilson _______________________________________________ January 3rd| 18 | Caucasian _______________________________________________ Single | ♂ | Refuse to state _______________________________________________ College level | Student _______________________________________________ Physical Profile ___________________________________ [+] //Basics: • Height | 5'8" • Weight | 127 lbs • Build | Lean • Hair Colour | Black • Eye Colour | Amber Miscellaneous Items ___________________________________ [+] //Every Day Carry: • Water Bottles | To do stuffs • Apple iPhone | Even the war itself can't kill the crave • Make up kit | Purpose unknown

A p p e a r a n c e D e t a i l s She loved wearing dresses when she was young. Floral dress. Pink dress. Petal color dress. She loved it all. She loves her slender fingers, her cherry color lips. She likes her baby face, its naturally slender and light eyebrows. She like her nose for how small and adorable it is. She likes the way the male look at her legs and thighs when she goes around in her shorts. She likes the way the sun bounces around her goldilocks when she stands naked in her room. She loved every part of her body. Most of them at least. She doesn't fond off the fact that there are 3 scars behind her back, deep and wide like a Mariana Trench itself. She doesn't like how monotonous her voice can be, how emotionless it usually becomes when she talked too much. She doesn't like how she usually touches the edge of her mouth as if she had a beard. She isn't particularly fond of how she laughs either. The way she would automatically put her fingers around her chin while she gave a smirk or a chuckle. It feels so masculine. It feels...wrong. --------------------------- He hates males. Especially those that would look at his almost albino-like legs when he goes outside in his short. He hates how thin his arms and fingers are when wearing a t-shirt. Like a fucking willow tree in the wind. He hates his slender eyebrows. Wouldn't it be much better if they were thicker? And his face, nothing but a female in the mirror. The way the lips would open itself, just enough for a tongue to snuck in-between the upper and lower jaw? The slender shoulder? The baby's face? As such, he trained himself on how to be masculine. He copied the voice from Terminator, the most masculine film he had ever seen. He restrained himself from any physical contact with the opposite sex, unless it is to extend a helping hand. He wears long sleeves pants and padded shirts to feels greater about himself. He made a promise to never cry, even though he cried too much in the face of being ridiculed by others. He tried to make more scars, believing that is the key to being manly. He gave up after the pencil went in 1 mm on his hand. Still, it is not enough. No matter how fitting he looks or how emotionless his voices are. At the end of the day, when he had taken off his custom made belts and padded shirts, removing the lion ring on his left hand, it is always a female face that remained on him.

_{P e r s o n a l i t y}

If you can't tell, Skye is very obsessed with the image of being a man. He doesn't do things that would make him look bad before the crowd. He speaks in this very monotonous voices, which strictly refrain himself from contributing any ideas in a large group conversation. Only when it is a one on one conversation can you gauge at his idea. He followed the principle of "Man does more than he speaks" sort of way. So, expect him to do things without permission. That doesn't mean he is going to commit any crimes. Just that, expect him to mess up something in the process due to miscommunication. And, if you pointed out and expect an "I'm sorry" from his mouth, prepare to your expectations to never hear it. Due to being overly influenced by the old age's definition of manliness, Skye would never open his teeth for a sorry. But aside from that, he is generous. He tipped a lot. Like 50% of today fee tipping that much. That is why I wrote this much and not a "child's behaviors are completely normal."

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_{C h a r a c t e r S y n o p s i s}
An Asian by nationality but Caucasian in term of race, Skye is a normal child, one that was born into the upper class by nothing more than pure luck. He had a normal childhood like other children in the neighborhood. A roof over his head. A meal on his table. And every day, he would go to school and play with his friends.

Life was simple before puberty hits.

It is when he gets into Middle schools that things started to get downhill. Tits and acne, voices changes and growth spurt. Any images that resemble breasts or ass could earn you a giggle from the male. You know the drill. Parents let the school teach about sex-ed. Sex-ed being provided by the school is not at all good or just present enough for the class to pass. And boys, being boys themselves, explored things on their own. They searched the webs and drag themselves through the sea of pieces of information for porn. And Skye, one of those that ventured out into the sea of unknown, was fairly captivated by what he was found. And he found sexuality dilemmas.

He thinks he is a boy. But somehow, he found himself to be enthralled by the idea of wearing a dress. The way it reveals his collarbone. And he touched his lips, bit it till it bleeds, and feel how soft and red his lips become. So, he started to steal some lingerie from his mom and his older sister. The magazines started to deviate from the usual computer games and hip hop music toward the latest trend of fashion. He learned how to do makeup from his sister. From his mom, he was taught how to select the cologne that would not make others to vomit.

And from his dad, he earned himself a cracked back and 3 scars to be a man.

His dad was furious when he founded out how his son act, how feminists his son had become. And to think that he had raised his son better without the whip. What a joke. "Men don't wear dresses," he shouted when he used the construction helmet and hit his son like it was a home run. Skye was hospitalized for 6 days after the incident, with his right hand in need of minor surgery, a minor hemorrhage in the skull, a broken nose, and a few bruises. Nothing was known to be the cause for the three scars behind his back to bleed.

What happened to the father you might ask?

He taught his son how to be a man. He was with Skye 24/7. He burned the make-up and the dresses, required for his son to sleep relatively close to him for a sudden check-up. He take Skye to see R rated movie, just for his son to actually grow a spine and be a man. And being a 12 years old kid who is still trying to discover who he really is, Skye modeled after his father in an effort to be recognized by him. In an effort to be like him. IN an effort to be a man.

Not a wuss.

But a Man.

_{A b i l i t i e s & S k i l l s}

_//Abilities:

Superhuman Abilities |



Limitation(s) | Give a detailed description of the ability's limitations.

Weakness(es) | Give a detailed description of the ability's weaknesses.

_//Skills:

Driving | He can drive.\
Make up | Some faces are wonderful in real life but horrific on screen. Only through make up can your face look ugly on screen and in real life.
Sewing | I dunno man. Seems pretty gay to me.

_{O T H E R}

Code of Being a Man

• You shall not strike a woman unless she strikes you first. Then, you may go full-force against her.
• You shall not date your friend's girlfriends or ex-girlfriends.
• If possible, your objects can be borrowed by others. Unless he is a stranger, then you can give him the look of disappointment and disapproval.
• Be professional in the game. Always look straight at others and give them a smile. Not laughter, a curl at the end of your lips is enough.
• Be generous. Tip generous. Be the one that pays for the meal and not the one that asks for others to do so.
• Do before you ask. Do not see a damsel in distress and left her behind as she wished. Instead, go against her will and bring her to where you consider safe.
• And, when it is justifiable, learn how to bend. Be a greater man. Be a man.

Random Thread About a Random Religious Cult.

I thought it was a cultist simulator from the topic. I am now reading the Jamestown simulation in Rts

Beyond The Horizon - A Star Guardian Roleplay

Oranges can only save one. Bananas can save them all.

jokes aside, i'm interested.

Olympus Academy // A School for Demigods and Demigoddesses

@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

"Buenos dias, fuckboy" —Anonymous

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_Name

Harrison Bell

_Age

16; May 15

_Gender

Male

_{Sexual Orientation}

I dunno man. I don't even have my first kiss.

_Ethnicity

50% Greek, 8% Spanish, 12% Danish, 30% English

_{Years at Olympus Academy}

First Year Student

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"She's gone, out of my life" — She's gone/ Steelheart

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_Appearance

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?

_Personality

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.

_{History & Personality}

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.

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"I should have pull out sooner." — Haphaestus

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_{Godly Parent}

Haphaestus - god of metalworking, fire, and craft.

_{Relationship With Godly Parent}

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.

_{Demigod Abilities}

• 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.

_{Will Poulter | #7F525D}

Sampling Interest [Military Strategy Story]

I mean if this is still open, I am all ears.

Olympus Academy // A School For Demigods and Demigoddesses — Recruitment Thread

@Altered TundraHi, do you mind if I ask if this RP is still open for newcomer? Also, is the son of Hephaestus spot still open? Thank you.