Post by cryptos on Dec 6, 2010 2:23:06 GMT -5
CRYPTOS VAN HELSING
Name::Cryptos van Helsing.
Nickname:: Cryptos.
Age:: 15.
Gender:: Male.
Species:: Anemoi Thuellus.
Olympian Parent:: None.
Years at Camp:: 1.
Claimed:: No.
Celebrity Claim: Garrett Hedlund as Murtagh from Eragon
Looks:: His hair is usually kept to a moderate cleanliness and he rarely has it cut. He only cuts it when it gets excessively long, which means he cuts it when the bangs reach down to his mouth. Otherwise, he simply lets it hang without styling it.
His cloths are simple. He wears black jeans with whatever t-shirt he finds suitable (usually a metal band t-shirt). He also keeps this one trench coat. It's pure black leather and reaches down to his ankles and the collar sticks up to the middle of his ears when it is pointed upward.
Cryptos stands at about 5'6" and weighs 112 lbs.
Personality::
Cryptos is an interesting teenager. He likes movies more than most monsters do and makes references to Star Wars a lot (like making a sword of condensed lightning with his hands which he calls a "lightsaber"). At this, he always tries to challenge children of Zeus to do the same so they can have a lightsaber duel, though this has varying degrees of success.
He really does act like a human though. He's pretty insecure and knows that he's the odd man out among the campers. He tries not to let it bother him, but it does deep down. Other than that not much really angers him. The one thing that irks Crypt is when people look down on others. That and people being petty. That's what really annoys him. It causes him to get into arguments and fights, which usually end up with him being pegged as the one in the wrong.
Family::
- Father: Gabriel van Helsing.
- Mother: Katherine Van Helsing.
History::
Cryptos was born to a family of Anemoi Thuellai, but that family was cut short due to the Anemoi tradition of leaving their children to learn and live for themselves. This life led to Cryptos growing up in a foster-home, never getting adopted due to the strange events that occurred when he neared electrical appliances (they usually malfunctioned or short-circuited completely).
Living in the foster-home had one major downside, public school, which had one major up-side, friends. As it turned out, some of these friends turned out to be Creatures like Cryptos was, though in varying degrees of kindness. Some were kind, like a few of the satyrs that were there, but most were cruel, even the other Anemoi disliked Cryptos. This led to Cryptos asking one of his satyr friends if they could take him to "that camp for half-bloods," as he put it.
After many tries, the satyr agreed. The travel was relatively boring, and long since Cryptos couldn't lift anyone while flying yet. When they did arrive though, Cryptos wasn't even allowed in the camp. He was fired at by the campers, but his satyr friend stopped them before he got much more than scratches. Cryptos's friend convinced the others not to attack him, but they still wouldn't let him in camp.
For a week, Cryptos had to wait outside the camp. He sat there, though he sometimes floated, and waited, trusting his friend to get him in. And after that week, Chiron finally gave Cryptos permission to enter. He had to stay at the Big House for quite some time, but eventually he was given a small shack to live in behind the Arena.
A year has passed since then. Cryptos has stayed at camp the whole time, training to use his powers more and bettering his flying. Occasionally he gets in a fight with one of the Ares Cabin kids and has to spend a week in his shack alone with the exception of meals, which he still has to eat alone.
Name/Nickname:: Oberon
Roleplaying Experience:: 2.5 years between many sites. Some admin & moderator experience.
Sample RP::
Crypt entered the camp arena. The sand underfoot, Crypt took a look around. He noticed that only a few people were there. All of them were Ares children, and none of them were Crypt's friends. He decided that it would be smarter to practice alone.
Since all the dummies were being used, he had to set up his own. He set to work and spent about ten minutes setting up three dummies, fully equipped with shields. Once he finished his set up and stepped back to admire his work, two of the Ares boys tackled them and laughed it up.
"What the hell guys? I just spent like the last ten minutes setting up those dummies to fight," he complained, not really wanting to fight. He had come out here to practice, not pick a fight.
"Guess you'll have to do it again," said one of the two. The other simply laughed.
Again he set up the three dummies, luckily they weren't damaged, but he tied a string to the bottom of the three of them, anticipating another tackle. As soon as he stepped back to admire his work, the two came back to assail the dummies yet again. Unfortunately they didn't expect for the dummies not to be there, so they crashed into the wall of the arena. The dummies weren't here because Cryptos had pulled his string, causing the dummies to fall out of the way.
Now it was Crypt's turn to laugh. The two Ares kids were stumbling their way back, their brains addled by their impact with the wall. They really looked quite foolish and even the other kids in the arena were laughing. The laughter became louder when one of the two fell over into the other, and both went down. Unfortunately, the two came back to their senses after that. Seeing it as unintelligent to stay and get double-teamed, Cryptos took his opportunity to go to lunch.
