Post by erik on Apr 7, 2010 13:22:48 GMT -5
ready to fight, a knife held close by your side
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ERIK AILERON
broken mirror, a million shades of light
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Name:: Erik Aileron
Nickname:: just Erik
Age:: 16
Gender:: Male
we can run to the end of the world
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Species:: Demi-God
Olympian Parent:: Euros, East Wind and Lord of Autumn
Years at Camp:: 1
Claimed:: yes
the songs of the season are her only crown
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Celebrity Claim: Joshua Logan Moore
Looks::
Erik has a splash of short, messy bright red hair and a tone to his skin somewhere between tan and pink, not to mention a healthy spattering of freckles. His eyes are soft and hazel and his wardrobe tends to be very down-to-earth both in color and practicality. He’s roughly 5’10 and thin, but still surprisingly strong.
Personality::
Erik is very warm, likeable, and extremely loyal. He puts great value in his family and his friends. However, his personality is also highly unpredictable. One moment he can be happy and outgoing and friendly, and the next (sometimes with little to no warning at all) he will be moody or aggressive even. It is hard to say when such shifts will occur because, like in the weather of the season his father brings in, sudden changes tend to follow no recognizable pattern. Those around him simply must get used to it. For those willing to put up with that challenge, he proves to be a good friend, much like his brothers.
Erik, like the rest of his family, is an aviation enthusiast and frequently has a pair of pocket binoculars on hand for plane-spotting just in case (though they also come in handy for monsters too). Unlike Blake, though, he thrives in a disorganized environment. His bunk area may look like something blew up there, but he can find one specific paper or anything amongst the mess faster than anything. It’s when it’s organized that he gets lost and confused (and thus touching his things is a huge no). It’s sort of an organized chaos, at least in his mind. ‘From chaos they come, in chaos they should remain.’
Family::
Amelia Aileron - mother (named after the famous pilot, Amelia Earhart)
Euros - father
Blake Aileron - brother (18)
Nathan Aileron - brother (14)
Zachery Aileron - brother (12)
History::
Erik was born to Amelia Aileron, a pilot and flying instructor, during the autumn two years after his older brother, Blake. He, like his brothers, never met his father, Euros, as the East Wind was similarly constantly on the move. Amelia tried to give her sons a fairly normal (for a demigod) childhood, with help from Blake, though it seemed only to get more complicated as one and then another of Erik’s younger brothers were born. And to compound this, when Erik was 14 Blake started confronting him about strange things going on in the world. Though he didn’t like the idea, Erik wasn’t fooled by the Mist either. He soon accepted the morbid idea that the world was at war.
While Blake, ever-protective, wanted to try to talk to their mother, it was Erik who talked him out of it. After all, she seemed not to notice anything wrong but strange weather. Erik was also given the job of making up viable explanations whenever Nathan or Zach started asking questions, as he was the more creative of the two. But then suddenly it all stopped and, typical of the media, Blake and Erik couldn’t decipher a reason why (unless there was some reason the Empire State Building started glowing blue…).
For a full year they lived in tentative peace until a satyr managed to find the small group of demigods and lead them from their small town home in New Hampshire to the radically different Camp Half-Blood. It was one of the most confusing things in Erik’s life, but he took hardly any time at all to adjust to the change. The slightly chaotic (children with weapons is nearly always chaotic) structure of the place and the people who actually knew what was going on and that you didn’t have to hide from was something of a comfort. It wasn’t long before he felt right at home.
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::
It was yet another beautiful day at Camp Half-Blood, which wasn’t all that surprising given that the place was prone to getting nothing but good weather. The sun was shining, it seemed to be the perfect temperature, and there was just enough of a breeze to carry the various sounds of young heroes training with any assortment of dangerous weapons throughout the camp. While the clashing of swords and sounds of monsters roaming the woods seemed logically like it should be a bad thing, Annabeth had grown up here for so long (minus the times she’d stayed with her dad, step-mom, and step-brothers only recently) it would be more unsettling if the background noise wasn’t there.
Annabeth weaved through the assortment of workbenches in the Athena cabin to her own bunk, which was pushed against the wall with all the rest. It had been an unusually tiring sword fighting practice today. With the threat of oncoming war, training had become a major priority. Though she believed whole-heartedly in this, she had to admit it made the breaks in between training all the more valuable. So now, when there was a decent chunk of time before archery lessons, Annabeth intended to use every minute. She started down a list in her mind: Percy was training at the moment if she knew his schedule right, Grover was gods-only-knew-where, most of the rest of her cabin was planning a massive volleyball game against the Apollo kids - though why they picked to do so right after training hard, she didn’t know -, and-…. She stopped short, her ADHD kicking in in the form of the gleam off gilded letters running along the spine of a book in the cabin’s considerable library. Yes.
With all this training and studying war strategy and maps and the sort, she’d hardly had time for pleasure reading lately - not that strategy, maps and the sort wasn’t pleasurable reading, of course. She walked over and pulled the book down: A Brief History of the Hoover Dam. It’s thickness, however, said anything but ‘brief’. What a perfect day for reading, and what better topic than one of her favorite works of architecture? Tucking the book under her arm, she set off. Annabeth skirted the edge of the woods and past the open-air pavilion that made up the camp’s dining hall, the gleaming water of Long Island Sound stretching beckoningly in the distance. It wasn’t long before the grass beneath her feet became more and more sparse and eventually gave way completely to the soft sand of Fireworks Beach. There weren’t many other people here, so it wasn’t hard to find a nice quiet spot. She dropped down on the sand and propped the book open on her lap, leaning back on her hands.
