Post by zack on Apr 7, 2010 13:34:07 GMT -5
ready to fight, a knife held close by your side
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ZACK AILERON
broken mirror, a million shades of light
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Name:: Zachery Aileron
Nickname:: Zack
Age:: 12
Gender:: Male
we can run to the end of the world
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Species:: Demi-God
Olympian Parent:: Zephyr, the West Wind and Lord of Spring
Years at Camp:: 1
Claimed:: yes
the songs of the season are her only crown
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Celebrity Claim: Connor Stanhope
Looks::
Zack stands about 5’2”, something his older brother Nathan often makes fun of him about. His hair is a golden brown and he has blue-green eyes that more often than not have a sort of gleam to them. His absolute favorite color is green, his second being blue, and these show up dominantly in his clothes, which are always light and mobile. Similar to Nate, he tends to wear through a pair of tennis shoes like he’s getting paid for it do to his high energy.
Personality::
Zack (no one really calls him ‘Zachery’ unless he’s in trouble) is an extremely friendly and outgoing kid. He loves to be around people; the more the merrier! His supply of energy never seems to run low and neither do his joy and enthusiasm. He’s an optimist to the extreme, even when there is no optimistic side to look at. He also makes it a regular practice to find something, however small, to laugh about every single day, though would never find it in him to laugh at someone (unless they told a joke, of course). He’s the sort of person others tend to like being around, and has never really found it that difficult to make friends.
He is extremely impulsive, nearly to the point where he can’t control it at all himself - and good luck to anyone who tries to step in. He also has a nasty habit of trying to be everywhere and do everything at once, so he’s a bit disorganized. He does, however, somehow manage to finish the majority of what he starts, if with a little bit of a reminder.
Family::
Amelia Aileron - mother (named after the famous pilot, Amelia Earhart)
Zephyr - father
Blake Aileron - brother (18)
Erik Aileron - brother (16)
Nathan Aileron - brother (14)
History::
Zachery was born during the spring to Amelia Aileron, a pilot and flight instructor, the youngest of four boys. Growing up in a little backwater town in New Hampshire, Zack and his brothers enjoyed about as average a childhood as was possible with a single mom that had to work constantly to be able to raise them. Zack, as was normal for him, kept a positive outlook and did a great amount to keep things going during the harder times.
However, even Zack’s happy-go-lucky words couldn’t get rid of his two eldest brothers’ anxiety when strange things started happening. Zack was only ten at the time, but he still felt as though something serious was happening and even the little boy’s usual jokes fell off. His older brother, Nathan, was less happy with the lack of information, and drug Zack on mini-missions to spy on their brothers and try to learn more. There was no success, of course, as Blake and Erik were practically expecting this.
When everything stopped and seemed to start going back to normal, Zack returned surprisingly quickly to his old happy self. And then when a satyr showed up a year later, he was the only one of his brothers that didn’t seem to immediately question his own sanity but rather openly invited the satyr in for Kool-Aid.
It was immensely hard for Zack to leave his mom, despite her assurances it would only be for one summer, and he ended up clinging to Blake’s arm nearly in tears as they left. But Camp Half-Blood quickly changed that. The Camp was by far the most exciting thing Zack had ever seen in his life (which wasn’t saying much, considering he was only 12 and hasn’t been very far from home before). He took to the atmosphere as though he’d been born there, excited at the chance to make new friends, maybe a little nervous of the monsters, and thrilled that he was with a bunch of kids ‘like him’ - though he still wasn’t really sure the significance of that.
broken sword and shield and tears that never fall
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Name/Nickname:: Lucy, though will also go by Annabeth, Apate, Agatha, etc.
Roleplaying Experience:: over 6 years (don’t know exact #)
Sample RP::
Annabeth sat cross-legged at the edge of the lake, skipping what stones she could find across the surface. The naiads had nearly thrown a fit when she’d first disturbed their weaving, but to be honest, she really didn't care all that much. They hadn't even been in the area to start with; they’d just come to see what the splashes were. And, well, if they didn't like a couple pebbles, they could go make their soggy baskets somewhere else. The lake was plenty big enough for everyone. She ran her fingers through the grass, looking for another promising rock. It took a minute to find one - and even then, it wasn’t a very good one, far too round - as she’d been sitting in this same spot and raiding the grass within her reach for well over half an hour. She took careful aim and tossed the stone anyway. One skip and it splashed, sinking into the depths. Blast.
Another rock, where was another rock? Her thoughts were still spinning around her head: Luke, Kronos, Thalia, Percy, the Princess Andromeda still out there somewhere. And now all this new trouble that word was starting to spread of. She balled her hand into a fist without realizing she was still using it to search absently for another rock to occupy her mind. Well, she found a rock alright. A nice, rough, jagged little thing. And it did the job of occupying her mind, though a sudden sharp pain wouldn’t have been her first choice to do so. She looked down at her hand, where the rock had dug a decent cut in her palm: not enough to bother much about, but enough to be annoying and enough that it was beginning to turn crimson. She made a frustrated noise under her breath, picked up the guilty rock, and threw it as hard as she could out over the lake. Zero skips.
Now with no rocks, or any desire to find any more, a bad mood, and a bleeding hand, she resorted to running her fingers through the water, dangling her cut hand over her knee. She had to admit, Percy was right about one thing: the water did have a bit of a calming effect when you stopped throwing things at it…
