Post by blake on Apr 7, 2010 13:16:14 GMT -5
ready to fight, a knife held close by your side
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BLAKE AILERON
broken mirror, a million shades of light
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Name:: Blake Aileron
Nickname:: just Blake
Age:: 18
Gender:: Male
we can run to the end of the world
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Species:: Demi-God
Olympian Parent:: Boreas, the North Wind and Lord of Winter
Years at Camp:: 1
Claimed:: yes
the songs of the season are her only crown
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Celebrity Claim: Jake Thomas
Looks::
Blake has dark brown hair cut off just above the shoulder that more often than not hangs in his face, framing his somewhat pale face and dark brown eyes. He is tall (a little over 6’) and very lanky. His usual garb is, of course, his camp t-shirt, dark jeans, tennis shoes or hiking boots, and usually some sort of dark jacket. Though his wardrobe is never much to speak of as he really doesn’t put much thought into it, he tends to seem more on the dark, mysterious, handsome side,
Personality::
Blake is usually extremely shy. If it weren’t for his younger brothers pressuring him, he likely would not have any (or at least, not very many) friends outside of his own family. It’s because of this that he usually comes across as self-assured, strong, and a good deal aloof. He is also quite introverted and prefers his own company. If ever if comes to the surface, Blake has a quiet and cold anger that in itself can be just as threatening as shouting and swinging weapons (something he does not prefer to do). He is very protective of his younger brothers and, while at camp, acts as the leader of the four and usually the one the other three turn to for any problem. Blake is extremely dependable and slow to change his mind once he’s set on something, mainly because of the depth of thought he puts into everything. He is somewhat hard to get to know, but makes a good and constant friend.
Like the rest of his family, Blake is an aviation enthusiast, preferring the newer models of stealth fighter planes. His hobbies reflect this almost to the extreme. He surrounded his bunk with racks and shelves of highly organized aeronautics magazines and books, as well as airplane models perfected down to the last tiny detail (all of which he built himself), testament to his patience despite his ADHD (one could almost call it - and his brothers often do - OCD).
In death, Blake's appearance is little changed, though he has a tendency to cough when trying to speak due to his violent death by drowning.
Family::
Amelia Aileron - mother (named after the famous pilot, Amelia Earhart)
Boreas - father
Erik Aileron - brother (16)
Nathan Aileron - brother (14)
Zachery Aileron - brother (12)
History::
Blake was born to Amelia Aileron, a pilot and flying instructor, during the winter and never knew his father, Boreas, as the North Wind god was constantly on the move. His mother strove to give him a fairly normal childhood, though he still found himself with the job of helping with common household jobs that most kids his age didn’t have to worry about. The birth of his brothers - Erik when he was 2, Nathan when he was 4, and Zack when he was 7 - gave him an elevated sense of family, as well as a need to protect his family. Lucky for the group, though, most monsters seemed to stay away from them, as they were busy elsewhere…
At the beginning of the war against Kronos - when Blake 16 years old - he listened to the news constantly and watched every bit of live video there was available, evaluating it all. Being a demigod, if unknowingly, he saw things for what they really were: BAD. He managed to convince Erik of what was going on, but didn’t bother trying to talk to his two younger brothers in any great detail, fearing they would find it more exciting than dangerous. So instead, the group rode out the war as best they could.
After the war finished and Percy’s wish from the gods started to take effect, there was a long period of eerie silence, but the boys’ mother insisted that they stay where they were just in case. Fortunately, this also made it a great deal easier for a satyr to find a concentration of four demigods in some backwater town in New Hampshire and escort them to Camp Half-Blood. Camp was a radical change for the brothers. Blake was not the best around strangers, so the sudden new environment and hundreds of unfamiliar faces was a little overwhelming. He dove heavily into his model-making, though found that he did have other talents he never knew about. Though he started to enjoy swordfighting and Pegasus-riding, the awkwardness of doing them in from of unfamiliar (and often large, by his standards) groups didn’t go away.
Not long after coming to Camp Half-Blood, Blake had the misfortune of meeting Phobos, god of fear, while walking alone in the woods. He was tortured with his fear, claustrophobia, and did his best to fight back, though there was little he could do. Eventually, Phobos forced his head under the cold waters of the creek until he drowned and his body was left by the side of the creek to be found my Ryan Simons.
broken sword and shield and tears that never fall
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Name/Nickname:: Lucy, though will also go by Annabeth
Roleplaying Experience:: over 6 years (don’t know exact #)
Sample RP::
Annabeth didn’t come to the woods all that often, unless there was a real purpose for coming, like capture-the-flag or something actually important. The fact of the matter was, though, she’d finished an unusually long - though perhaps not so unusual given all the fear of war breaking out - sword fighting lesson earlier in the brilliant sunshine of the arena and getting out of said sunshine seemed like a great idea. And, well, she’d forgotten how nice it was to just go for a walk for a change. She used to spend time in the woods much more often before all the recent mess started, but now it seemed everything was about training. She remembered how, when she was much younger, she used to come out here exploring with L-…. But times had changed. Maybe that’s why she’d really stopped coming here. Maybe she had stopped coming here without thinking about it because-…old memories.
She was really starting to wish she hadn’t come for a walk here at all. Maybe she’d head back to the Athena cabin and work on the drafting sketches she’d been making until it was time for dinner. She was walking back towards the cabins along the bank of the Zephynos Creek, occupying her mind by searching for the perfect location to put the flag at the next capture-the-flag game, when she stopped short. People didn’t normally visit the woods, so when she saw another figure, her first instinct was to reach for her dagger, her second to make sure her New York Yankees hat was in her back pocket - which it was, as usual - in case she needed it. By the time she fully faced the figure in the distance, she was completely ready for a fight. Only she noticed then that it was actually another camper. The girl looked familiar…yes, Annabeth remembered seeing her before around camp, though not often; she wondered if the girl was new here. She felt a little awkward that she didn’t know her name, only that she was an undecided staying in the far-overcrowded Hermes cabin. And…apparently she liked to sketch too.
Annabeth walked up to her, noticing the picture in her sketch book: the Minotaur. Well, one thing seemed certain: she probably wasn’t in cabin 6. The only drawings anyone ever did in cabin 6, where Annabeth lived with her siblings, tended to be facades or structural diagrams done painstakingly with straightedges, compasses, and the like. Not that it mattered what cabin she belonged in, really. From what she had seen of her, she seemed like a nice girl. “Hey. Um, mind if I join you?” She could work on her drafting another time, after all.
