Post by aldo on Oct 31, 2010 21:02:55 GMT -5
Name: Lance Creed
God-parent: Hades
Other family:
Mother- Sarah Creed
Appearance:
Hair- Shoulder length jet black hair
Eyes- Vacant black eyes that never show any signs of emotion or thought no matter what Lance is truly feeling. He wears sunglasses whenever he goes out during the day to protect his eyes from the sun.
Build- 5'10" thin
Clothing- A black leather jacket over a black t-shirt and grey jeans along with a pair of black boots
Personality: Lance is a calm, rational minded person, though he can be stubborn at times. He is slightly anti-social and prefers to separate himself from others to read. He is usually unwilling to do anything that he perceives to be too much trouble, though will see anything he starts through to the end. He dislikes being given orders and only does something if it is really what he wants. He is constantly tired and is always looking for an excuse to take a nap whenever he can.
5 likes: Being left alone, reading, the moon, sleeping, his mother
5 dislikes: Annoying people, the sun, being woken up, animals, being told what to do, getting sick
Fatal Flaw: He is too stubborn to accept any help from others, even if his life is in danger.
Friends: None
RP sample(10 sentences): Lance wandered out of his cabin groggily, irritated at being woken up at what he considered too early a time to be doing anything. He'd barely gotten eight hours of sleep last night, but they were expecting him to wake up already? Everybody else may have been insane, but he definitely wasn't. As soon as he left the secluded darkness of his cabin, the sun's light pierced his unprotected eyes painfully and he stumbled backwards into his cabin. Mumbling to himself about how somebody had tried to do him harm by taking his sunglasses, he located them beside his bed and put them on lazily. He attempted to leave the cabin again, more cautious this time. Though the light still stung slightly, it was no longer as intense as before and Lance set out unhappily. It didn't escape his notice that the sunlight seemed to be even brighter than it had been the day before. All that did was irritate him more than he already was, especially since it meant he would have to cancel at least one of the five naps he had planned for the day, maybe even all five. With a sigh, Lance resigned himself to the fact that today was going to be one of his worst and lazily followed the rest of the campers to the dining pavilion.
History(5sentences): Ever since he was six years old, Lance has tried his best to care for his sick mother, doing whatever he could to find money, even if it meant stealing from others. As he grew older, he became more distant from other people his age, mainly because he felt himself to be better than them, or if not better, than definitely different, even if he didn't know how. His answer came a few weeks before he turned thirteen and his mother's illness became worse and worse. On her death bed, she told Lance about his father and what he was, telling him to go to Camp Half Blood as soon as possible to protect himself. More out of respect for his mother's wishes than any actual desire to go, Lance left for Camp Half Blood as fast as he could, hopeful that the people there would be more like him, or at the very least more bearable than most humans he knew.
Powers: Shadow travel, can summon and communicate with the dead, possesses what he calls the 'evil eye' which allows him to cause great feelings of fear and despair in a person if they look into his eyes, limited control over the earth
Age: 16
Other info: He owns a spear made of Stygian Iron, a gift from his father that he received on his fifteenth birthday
God-parent: Hades
Other family:
Mother- Sarah Creed
Appearance:
Hair- Shoulder length jet black hair
Eyes- Vacant black eyes that never show any signs of emotion or thought no matter what Lance is truly feeling. He wears sunglasses whenever he goes out during the day to protect his eyes from the sun.
Build- 5'10" thin
Clothing- A black leather jacket over a black t-shirt and grey jeans along with a pair of black boots
Personality: Lance is a calm, rational minded person, though he can be stubborn at times. He is slightly anti-social and prefers to separate himself from others to read. He is usually unwilling to do anything that he perceives to be too much trouble, though will see anything he starts through to the end. He dislikes being given orders and only does something if it is really what he wants. He is constantly tired and is always looking for an excuse to take a nap whenever he can.
5 likes: Being left alone, reading, the moon, sleeping, his mother
5 dislikes: Annoying people, the sun, being woken up, animals, being told what to do, getting sick
Fatal Flaw: He is too stubborn to accept any help from others, even if his life is in danger.
Friends: None
RP sample(10 sentences): Lance wandered out of his cabin groggily, irritated at being woken up at what he considered too early a time to be doing anything. He'd barely gotten eight hours of sleep last night, but they were expecting him to wake up already? Everybody else may have been insane, but he definitely wasn't. As soon as he left the secluded darkness of his cabin, the sun's light pierced his unprotected eyes painfully and he stumbled backwards into his cabin. Mumbling to himself about how somebody had tried to do him harm by taking his sunglasses, he located them beside his bed and put them on lazily. He attempted to leave the cabin again, more cautious this time. Though the light still stung slightly, it was no longer as intense as before and Lance set out unhappily. It didn't escape his notice that the sunlight seemed to be even brighter than it had been the day before. All that did was irritate him more than he already was, especially since it meant he would have to cancel at least one of the five naps he had planned for the day, maybe even all five. With a sigh, Lance resigned himself to the fact that today was going to be one of his worst and lazily followed the rest of the campers to the dining pavilion.
History(5sentences): Ever since he was six years old, Lance has tried his best to care for his sick mother, doing whatever he could to find money, even if it meant stealing from others. As he grew older, he became more distant from other people his age, mainly because he felt himself to be better than them, or if not better, than definitely different, even if he didn't know how. His answer came a few weeks before he turned thirteen and his mother's illness became worse and worse. On her death bed, she told Lance about his father and what he was, telling him to go to Camp Half Blood as soon as possible to protect himself. More out of respect for his mother's wishes than any actual desire to go, Lance left for Camp Half Blood as fast as he could, hopeful that the people there would be more like him, or at the very least more bearable than most humans he knew.
Powers: Shadow travel, can summon and communicate with the dead, possesses what he calls the 'evil eye' which allows him to cause great feelings of fear and despair in a person if they look into his eyes, limited control over the earth
Age: 16
Other info: He owns a spear made of Stygian Iron, a gift from his father that he received on his fifteenth birthday
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