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STATUS: Four years, such a long time. But after figuring out my life, and dealing with too much shit to count, I’m ready to start again! 6 yrs ago
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Four years, such a long time. But after figuring out my life, and dealing with too much shit to count, I’m ready to start again!
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Adrian narrowed his eyes at the boy, the fear radiant on Hector's face. He let out a small snort, still not paying attention to what Chiron says. He then continues to soeak," if you do so again, your going-" his eyes rolled back slightly when Hector's kick landed between his legs. He tossed Hector away and hunched over, holding the area between his legs, taking deep breaths before he says," you son of a bitch! I'm going to kill you!" He stood straight, grimacing in pain, one hand still clutching the area, glaring darkly at where Hector should be, and if he is there, stepping over to him.
Adrian flat out ignored Chiron, not honestly caring that Mr. D was coming. This boy has been bugging his cabin for far too long. And now he knew who was doing it, he would be use the wimp wouldn't do it to his cabin, or anyone at all. He stared him down, snorting at his statement, grabbing a fistful of Hector's shirt, lifting him up from his chair and then up to eye level. He said, his voice low, and dangerous, his face mere inches from the boy," listen hear. I'm going to speak slowly for your dumb ass mind to understand. You. Will. Never. Use. Your. Ability. On. Another. Person. For. Your. Own. Amusement. Do you understand?!" He shook him hard, his eyes a light in anger.
Adrian, clad in his general attire, his sword strapped to his belt. He has previously worked out, before anyone tends to be awake. He was sitting in the mess hall at the Ares table, eating some steak. Then, one of his cabin members starting to freak out and Adrian let out a growl of frustration, and pulled back his hand in a fist and punched him, pulling back slightly, knocking him out of it and dazing it. He snapped," who keeps doing that to my cabin! Once I get my hands on the whimp..." The person sitting across from him cleared his throat and said," sir, that kid, I think his name is Hector? Was laughing as it happened. And he wasn't having anything to laugh about before."
Anger flashed over his eyes and he turned, finding Chiron scolding the boy. He then said," I'll be back." He stood up from the table, walking over to Chiron and the kid, his hand on his sword. If the kid looked at him, his eyes would lock on Hector's eyes. He stopped as he got within arm reach and he spoke, his voice low," so. You're the one that has been attacking my cabin." He took a step forward, his jaw clenched, his eyes promising violence no matter what his answer was, ignoring Chiron, not liking him anyway. The position he was standing in kept Hector slightly to his left side, allowing him to see the kid completely.
Anger flashed over his eyes and he turned, finding Chiron scolding the boy. He then said," I'll be back." He stood up from the table, walking over to Chiron and the kid, his hand on his sword. If the kid looked at him, his eyes would lock on Hector's eyes. He stopped as he got within arm reach and he spoke, his voice low," so. You're the one that has been attacking my cabin." He took a step forward, his jaw clenched, his eyes promising violence no matter what his answer was, ignoring Chiron, not liking him anyway. The position he was standing in kept Hector slightly to his left side, allowing him to see the kid completely.
Name: Adrian Myers
Gender: male
Age: 17
God Parent: Ares
Appearance:
He is about 6"9', a beast of a guy that easily towers most of the kids in the camp. He likes a tight orange camp shirt, showing on his buff body with a black jacket over it, black basketball shorts or under armor pants when wearing armor. His eyes are a dark brown, his right eye having a grey cast to it from a injury. The scar starts in the middle of the right side of his hair line, though his right eye, hitting the edge of the right side of his mouth, giving him a permanent scowl. It ends at his chin. The scar causes him to be blind in his right eye. His right side is heavily scared and he has specially made metal armor to protect his right side better. Otherwise he wears the normal leather. His legs are just as strong as his upper body, giving him speed despite his size.
Background: Adrian's childhood wasn't one of the best. He started off in a very poor neighborhood. It was mostly fight or you don't get food. Even as a little kid he was the best fighter in town. Eventually he was able to move to a nicer place and get to go to school. His reputation followed. He had at least a fight a day, which often ended with the kid unconscious and he didn't have a scratch. He has been suspended from school too many times to count, just in grade school.
When he reached middle school, that's when he noticed strange things. Things watching him. Being followed. All very strange, like they knew something about him that they didn't. One night changed it all. He and friends were outside in the middle of the night. It was clear sky, not very many people were out. Thats when these three monsters attacked them. He watched his friends from grade school die in front of his eyes. Though instead of giving up, he fought back harder, yelling at the monster. That's when the whimp of a guy came up, with the stupid little limp that he always had. He grabbed Adrien's jacket and yanked him back, barely missing the claws of the beast. The guy then dragged him off, running, trying to get to his shitty house. The guy told his mom what happened, and he was basically shoved into the car. On his way he went to camp half blood, at the age of 11.
As he got there, and everything was explained to him. This was too much at one. He just turned and ran to the forest. He stayed there for most of his first week, straightening things in his mind. After he was able to, he returned, and began his training. He easily defeated a much older kid, when he did, his fathers symbol appeared over his head. He moved into his cabin and on his bed was a sword, an exact replica of his fathers. Though the years, he has quickly got a reputation of being one of the best fighter.
He got his scar during a quest, when he was clawed across the face, he was only 15, and blind in his right eye. He got more cold after that, and much more rude with a even worse temper. For the years following he has simply been training, adjusting his fighting style to take into effect the blindness in his right eye.
Other Information: cabin counselor, has the ability to know exactly how to use a weapon as soon as he touches it, as well as a lightly enhanced strength.
Gender: male
Age: 17
God Parent: Ares
Appearance:
He is about 6"9', a beast of a guy that easily towers most of the kids in the camp. He likes a tight orange camp shirt, showing on his buff body with a black jacket over it, black basketball shorts or under armor pants when wearing armor. His eyes are a dark brown, his right eye having a grey cast to it from a injury. The scar starts in the middle of the right side of his hair line, though his right eye, hitting the edge of the right side of his mouth, giving him a permanent scowl. It ends at his chin. The scar causes him to be blind in his right eye. His right side is heavily scared and he has specially made metal armor to protect his right side better. Otherwise he wears the normal leather. His legs are just as strong as his upper body, giving him speed despite his size.
Background: Adrian's childhood wasn't one of the best. He started off in a very poor neighborhood. It was mostly fight or you don't get food. Even as a little kid he was the best fighter in town. Eventually he was able to move to a nicer place and get to go to school. His reputation followed. He had at least a fight a day, which often ended with the kid unconscious and he didn't have a scratch. He has been suspended from school too many times to count, just in grade school.
When he reached middle school, that's when he noticed strange things. Things watching him. Being followed. All very strange, like they knew something about him that they didn't. One night changed it all. He and friends were outside in the middle of the night. It was clear sky, not very many people were out. Thats when these three monsters attacked them. He watched his friends from grade school die in front of his eyes. Though instead of giving up, he fought back harder, yelling at the monster. That's when the whimp of a guy came up, with the stupid little limp that he always had. He grabbed Adrien's jacket and yanked him back, barely missing the claws of the beast. The guy then dragged him off, running, trying to get to his shitty house. The guy told his mom what happened, and he was basically shoved into the car. On his way he went to camp half blood, at the age of 11.
As he got there, and everything was explained to him. This was too much at one. He just turned and ran to the forest. He stayed there for most of his first week, straightening things in his mind. After he was able to, he returned, and began his training. He easily defeated a much older kid, when he did, his fathers symbol appeared over his head. He moved into his cabin and on his bed was a sword, an exact replica of his fathers. Though the years, he has quickly got a reputation of being one of the best fighter.
He got his scar during a quest, when he was clawed across the face, he was only 15, and blind in his right eye. He got more cold after that, and much more rude with a even worse temper. For the years following he has simply been training, adjusting his fighting style to take into effect the blindness in his right eye.
Other Information: cabin counselor, has the ability to know exactly how to use a weapon as soon as he touches it, as well as a lightly enhanced strength.
Can my character be 17? It's just the age that I generally have him at, I can adjust if you would like however.
I'd be interested in a son of Ares counselor, I have a favorite character that I'd love to use.
I'm trying to decide what to do. I guess I could have my character not working right now, but I don't know. If he was working he would be wherever the king was, which is Ace's character.
Hard breaths came from the teenage boy, sweat running down how face and dripping into his shirt and into his eyes. He wasn't able to even wipe it off. His mouth and throat was so dry it was insane. All the moisture in the room was gone, and the air was very, very hot. The typical frost on his body didn't exist, the temperature preventing it from forming. He was too dehydrated, and then didn't have much to even create any sort of ice. Not that it would have stayed as ice for longer than a few seconds. He didn't speak to the guard, and the guard didn't speak to him. There was silence between them, Austin having no desire to strike up any sort of one sided conversation
Staring at the wall, wishing to get out of these horrible conditions, he felt the plane shutter beneath him. He looked down at the floor with a frown, glancing at the guard while blinking sweat out of his eyes. He heard yells around the plane, when suddenly his stomach ended up in his throat and it was a startling realization that the plane was in free fall. His eyes flew open, a panicked look on his face. The plane was wrecking. He was going to die. He closed his eyes tightly, feeling the fall stopping for a second, before it jolted forward and a large crash sound as the plane rammed into something. The impact knocked everything out of whack, and he didn't know what happened afterwards.
He slowly awoke, rolling over groggily, a soft yell of pain escaping his mouth. Blood was running down his right arm, staining his shirt, a cut on his forearm. He opened his eyes , realizing the condition of the wrecked ship. He glanced around, adrenaline filling his body when he realized he was free. He stood up slowly, clutching onto anything available, before stumbling out of the wreckage. He looked around, spotting others running. He felt the coolness of the air on his skin, but his mouth was still parched. He looked around, realizing that the guards were also there and some alive as well, and he ran, clutching his arm against his body.
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He stumbled into an open area, attracted to the water of the late in from of him. His breath was heaving from his body, and dragging back in. He fell down, the adrenaline slipping from his body, pain wracking his body. He slowly stumbled to the water, falling to his knees in front of it. He laid his hands into it, taking a sharp intake of breath before moving into the water, letting it wash off the blood on him, and cool him down, he cupped his hands in the water, taking a drink of it, not drinking too much at one time. He didn't really consider that the water might not be good for his open wounds. After getting enough water, he slowly moved out, freezing the water on his injured arm, while making sure the ice didn't press into the wounds, just cover it to stop bleeding. He couldn't move his arm, but it worked pretty well. He looked around, for the first time noticing more people around him. The water covering the rest of his body was dripping off, though if a person was to touch the water would find it was ice cold. Around him, the temperature was slightly colder, but not enough to keep it frozen. Instead, he would just have frost cover his body again.
Staring at the wall, wishing to get out of these horrible conditions, he felt the plane shutter beneath him. He looked down at the floor with a frown, glancing at the guard while blinking sweat out of his eyes. He heard yells around the plane, when suddenly his stomach ended up in his throat and it was a startling realization that the plane was in free fall. His eyes flew open, a panicked look on his face. The plane was wrecking. He was going to die. He closed his eyes tightly, feeling the fall stopping for a second, before it jolted forward and a large crash sound as the plane rammed into something. The impact knocked everything out of whack, and he didn't know what happened afterwards.
He slowly awoke, rolling over groggily, a soft yell of pain escaping his mouth. Blood was running down his right arm, staining his shirt, a cut on his forearm. He opened his eyes , realizing the condition of the wrecked ship. He glanced around, adrenaline filling his body when he realized he was free. He stood up slowly, clutching onto anything available, before stumbling out of the wreckage. He looked around, spotting others running. He felt the coolness of the air on his skin, but his mouth was still parched. He looked around, realizing that the guards were also there and some alive as well, and he ran, clutching his arm against his body.
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He stumbled into an open area, attracted to the water of the late in from of him. His breath was heaving from his body, and dragging back in. He fell down, the adrenaline slipping from his body, pain wracking his body. He slowly stumbled to the water, falling to his knees in front of it. He laid his hands into it, taking a sharp intake of breath before moving into the water, letting it wash off the blood on him, and cool him down, he cupped his hands in the water, taking a drink of it, not drinking too much at one time. He didn't really consider that the water might not be good for his open wounds. After getting enough water, he slowly moved out, freezing the water on his injured arm, while making sure the ice didn't press into the wounds, just cover it to stop bleeding. He couldn't move his arm, but it worked pretty well. He looked around, for the first time noticing more people around him. The water covering the rest of his body was dripping off, though if a person was to touch the water would find it was ice cold. Around him, the temperature was slightly colder, but not enough to keep it frozen. Instead, he would just have frost cover his body again.
I'll have a post up tomorrow afternoon after school.
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Austin Herndan
Gender: male
Age: 19
Superhuman Abilites: cryokinesis, the ability to create and control ice. He can't control his ability very well, and where he tends to walk leaves behind small footprints of ice. Frost seems to form over his entire body, his body temperature colder then that of a normal human without any adverse side affects. When stressed, angry, or afraid ice will spread out from his feet or any object within a foot radius of him, it will also form on his feet and hands and travel up them both. The cold doesn't bother him, but he gets hot very easily, and easily becomes dehydrated. With time and mastery of his ability he imagines that he will be capable to create ice at will as well as weapons made out of solid ice.
Appearance:
Personality Characteristics: Austin tends to be quiet for the most part, and likes to observe. Once he becomes friends and begins to trust the people around him, he will open up and start to joke around with them. However, he does have a temper, and the fuse isn't very long for him. He is trying to learn how to keep himself calm, knowing what happens with his powers when he does get angry. He has a hatred for people who treat others badly, and that's when he tends to loose his cool. He hates to see people being picked on, and will quickly stick up for them. He is loyal to the people he is close to, to a fault. He won't hesitate to throw himself into the line of fire to protect someone.
History: Austin was adopted by his family when he was a little baby, his current mom in the room when he was born. He had an older sibling in his adopted family who suffered from severe mental disabilities. When he was 7, his older sister died. It struck a sad period in his life, mildly depressed for a few years. Despite never having been able to have a conversation with his sister, he loved her dearly. Due to his experiences, he grew to dislike those that looked down on people and treated people wrongly for things such as appearance, behavior, and other things.
As time grew on, he got into sports, specific hockey. It was by far his favorite, and he was almost a natural at playing the sport. He played for many years on whatever team he could get on, gaining in his ability. He had just gotten a scholarship to a college because of his abilities in hockey, when his abilities made themselves known. He got severely angry when he spotted several people his age bullying a kid and quickly stepped in. Ice began to form on and around him. Since that time, his power has been an ever presence thing with him. A few weeks afterwards, he was taken from outside his house and was locked away.
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Austin Herndan
Gender: male
Age: 19
Superhuman Abilites: cryokinesis, the ability to create and control ice. He can't control his ability very well, and where he tends to walk leaves behind small footprints of ice. Frost seems to form over his entire body, his body temperature colder then that of a normal human without any adverse side affects. When stressed, angry, or afraid ice will spread out from his feet or any object within a foot radius of him, it will also form on his feet and hands and travel up them both. The cold doesn't bother him, but he gets hot very easily, and easily becomes dehydrated. With time and mastery of his ability he imagines that he will be capable to create ice at will as well as weapons made out of solid ice.
Appearance:
Personality Characteristics: Austin tends to be quiet for the most part, and likes to observe. Once he becomes friends and begins to trust the people around him, he will open up and start to joke around with them. However, he does have a temper, and the fuse isn't very long for him. He is trying to learn how to keep himself calm, knowing what happens with his powers when he does get angry. He has a hatred for people who treat others badly, and that's when he tends to loose his cool. He hates to see people being picked on, and will quickly stick up for them. He is loyal to the people he is close to, to a fault. He won't hesitate to throw himself into the line of fire to protect someone.
History: Austin was adopted by his family when he was a little baby, his current mom in the room when he was born. He had an older sibling in his adopted family who suffered from severe mental disabilities. When he was 7, his older sister died. It struck a sad period in his life, mildly depressed for a few years. Despite never having been able to have a conversation with his sister, he loved her dearly. Due to his experiences, he grew to dislike those that looked down on people and treated people wrongly for things such as appearance, behavior, and other things.
As time grew on, he got into sports, specific hockey. It was by far his favorite, and he was almost a natural at playing the sport. He played for many years on whatever team he could get on, gaining in his ability. He had just gotten a scholarship to a college because of his abilities in hockey, when his abilities made themselves known. He got severely angry when he spotted several people his age bullying a kid and quickly stepped in. Ice began to form on and around him. Since that time, his power has been an ever presence thing with him. A few weeks afterwards, he was taken from outside his house and was locked away.
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