Post by nathan on Apr 7, 2010 13:28:30 GMT -5
ready to fight, a knife held close by your side
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NATHAN AILERON
broken mirror, a million shades of light
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Name:: Nathan Aileron
Nickname:: Nate, Nathan
Age:: 14
Gender:: Male
we can run to the end of the world
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Species:: Demi-God
Olympian Parent:: Notos, the South Wind and Lord of Summer
Years at Camp:: 1
Claimed:: yes
the songs of the season are her only crown
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Celebrity Claim: Thomas Sangster
Looks::
Nate is very thin, but still decently strong for his age. He stands around 5’5” and has a veritable bird’s nest of untamable ash blonde hair with hints of light brown and his eyes are hazel. His clothing is often bright, though practical (jeans, a t-shirt, and tennis shoes work fine by him!). More often than not, he has a grin on his face, which is not necessarily a good thing…
Personality::
To say that Nate is outgoing and adventurous would be a vast understatement. He has energy to spare most of the time, and tends to find a way to use it somehow, which can land him in trouble. It really doesn’t help that he also holds the members of the Hermes cabin somewhere between the status of pranking heroes…and rivals. But he’s not all about pranks. He loves challenges as well. Giant monster in the woods? He’s so there. What, you have lava on your rock wall!? First in line. Anything mildly dangerous or exciting, he tends to be one of the first to sign up for. Though he shares his brothers’ love for planes (runs in the family), he’d much rather fly one or jump out of it than read about it.
There is another side of Nate that not many would expect from him: he can actually act serious on occasion. When situation calls for it, he is very dependable and a great listener. Also, though he enjoys jumping into the middle of challenges and dangers, his self-esteem isn’t all that good (arguably why he is so reckless in the first place). He doesn’t like to brag or even take credit for something he’s done and gets horribly embarrassed when people give him credit for anything. Along with that, he finds it pretty much impossible to explain even the simplest of his emotions.
Family::
Amelia Aileron - mother (named after the famous pilot, Amelia Earhart)
Notos - father
Blake Aileron - brother (18)
Erik Aileron - brother (16)
Zachery Aileron - brother (12)
History::
Nathan was born to Amelia Aileron, a pilot and flight instructor during the summer two years after his older brother Erik and four after Blake. He, like his brothers, never met his father, Notos, for similar reasons. Nate was 12 years old when the truly strange things started showing up on the news and, naturally, was furious that his two older brothers were hiding something from him. So he went to their mom, only to find she knew even less than him. If there was one thing he hated, it was being left out of some cool, big, important secret.
So instead he spent his time sneaking around trying to figure out what was going on, pulling his younger brother with him. Blake and Erik, both used to his antics, managed to cut his attempts off fairly easily. But even they seemed a little caught-off-guard when things slowed to a stop (at least, as far as Nate could tell from his spying).
An entire uneventful year passed (the absolute worst kind), and Nate thought he would go crazy. His brothers and mother took his complaints as normal as they were…well, normal. Then things began to become a little less normal when some mythical creature showed up to take them to some weirdo camp. As Blake and Erik seemed fine with it, Nate just shrugged and went along; it was something new, right? At first, Camp Half-Blood was a little too new and different for the backwater-town New Hampshire boy. But soon it was about the most exciting thing on this green earth. Weapons and flying horses and monsters and all sorts of fun, dangerous stuff. And some of the other kids could even do cool stuff themselves, though he wasn’t quite sure how that worked. All he knew was this was the best summer camp in the world. Oh yeah, and the greek-mythology-is-actually-real thing… he’s accept that if he got to play with a sword.
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 had one hour before her archery class and intended to use it well. She had just washed up a bit - just a splash of water on her face to keep the sweat out of her eyes and a nice long drink of water - after the Athena cabin and Demeter Cabin’s combined Monster Assault Techniques class, which had been particularly grueling today as it seemed every monster in the entire woods had been thrown at the group in a sort of battle scenario. Given present circumstances, such training sessions really were the best idea. However, they did make one completely exhausted (and for demigods, that was saying something).
She walked along the bank of the creek leading to the Strawberry Fields and Big House, sketchbook under one arm and a mechanical pencil behind her ear. Her honey blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail as was usual for her, though several strands had come lose during practice that she hadn’t bothered to fix, and otherwise looked just the same as she always did really: sneakers, jeans, her camp t-shirt, camp bead necklace with her father’s gold college ring, a Yankees baseball cap in her back pocket, celestial bronze dagger at her waist, and silver owl earrings (the only piece of her own jewelry, not counting the necklace, that she ever wore).
The brilliant afternoon sunshine caught off the ripples in the creek beside her and making them sparkle, but Annabeth stayed a good few steps away from the water’s edge. She remembered all too well how she’d recently angered the naiads that lived just down that same creek in the canoe lake and had a feeling they would not be happy to see her again. Yes, the next canoe races should be a lot of fun; she’d have to make whoever was sharing a canoe with her was a good swimmer…
Finally she found the perfect spot she’d been looking for, where she used to come all the time and still did occasionally. It was on a slight hill with a small amount of shade here and there that stood between the strawberry fields and the creek, with the Big House reaching tall on the other side of the creek. The area always smelled of strawberries, which was only logical when you looked at, but it was still nice. She sat down on the grass, listening to the water of the creek and the distant music of a satyr helping the strawberry plants grow. Bringing her knees up a little, she used them as a tabletop for her sketchpad, opening it to a page that already had a list of numbers and notes written in the corner. It was a little challenge she’d found for herself over the summer when she’d been staying with her family. While they’d been going somewhere and, unsurprisingly as it was a city, were stuck at in traffic, she noticed a building with a particularly dull façade. She’d estimated the rough dimensions, scribbled them down, and set it aside for later. Well, it was finally later. Pulling the pencil from behind her ear, she began drawing a rough outline. Time to give the building a new look, even if her chances of actually having that specific building helped were slim to none. Never hurt to practice though.
