Post by leland on Nov 5, 2010 14:00:45 GMT -5
LELAND CHEVALIER
Name:: Leland Chevalier
Nickname:: Le, he’s almost never called this.
Age:: 16
Gender:: Male
Species:: Demigod
Olympian Parent:: Lachesis, second of the Moirae
Years at Camp:: 6
Claimed:: Yes
Celebrity Claim: Rollo Weeks
Looks:: Leland is a scrawny kid with not much to him. He’s somewhat lanky, but boy can he run. He only reaches about 5’6”, weighing in at a grand total of 115 lb. He has dark brown wavy hair and brown eyes. He’ll typically wear a polo-like shirt, cargo shorts, and a pair of converse. As with any other camper, he wears the traditional bead necklace, and always carries around a spool of thread.
Personality::
Leland is an incredibly shy kid. It isn't because of his past, nor because some dumb kid in school decided to bully him, nor was it girl problems, or self-confidence problems, but because of one of his powers in particular. Ever since Leland could walk and crawl and talk, he's been able to see strange floating puzzles-of-sorts above peoples heads. Since the time he was small, Leland loved puzzles, so it was in no time at all he discovered the puzzles above a persons head was actually their lifespan. They seemed to have an aura around them, shining bright near the end of their time. It made sense, for his mother was the goddess of the fates that measured the life of a mortal with her rod.
Truly, this didn't bother Leland until one day in fourth grade, one of the puzzles above his classmates head deciphered before his eyes. There was less than three hours left on it. The next day, news reached that the girl had been hit by a car and sadly didn't make it. Even though he was young, Leland was intelligent, and this news disturbed him to no end. From time to time, other instances such as that occurred and each time, Leland was more and more perturbed. Puzzles are a double-edges sword to Leland. He both loves them and hates them. Loves them, because he loves the satisfaction of unraveling the mysteries behind something, and hates them, because he is so talented at it, the ‘life puzzles’ are easier to decipher, even it he doesn't want them to. He has a harder time with demigods, from their divine parentage, but every now and then one will decipher. Demigods never live long.
Another skill of his is running. Being a pacifist, who doesn’t fight at ALL, it’s about the only thing he’s got going for him. He doesn’t like to carry weapons, and almost all of the time he’s unarmed. He’s deathly afraid of having a mishap and ending up killing someone. It’s a sort of unreasonable fear, but he avoids fights and arenas and such like the plague. The only thing even close to a weapon that he carries is a spindle of string. He’s a fate’s son, the obsession kind of runs in the family. He can control it, but rarely ever does.
Leland is naturally a skittish kid, so he doesn't like being in the company of others and he hates crowds, but despises hospitals more. He refuses to go in them. For obvious reasons. He always walks with his head down, so he often runs into things and never meets the gaze of any who approach him. He has a reclusive nature and because he is mute, many don't notice him hanging around anyway. Not that he's there for long. Even when you can get his attention and start to talk, they get frustrated easily because few people understand ASL (American Sign Language). Because of this, he often carries around a little notepad and pen, to write out what he's saying. He’s truly just a rather fearful child, tired of being surrounded by ‘fate’.
Family::
Father: Aldric Chevalier [Deceased]
Cousin: Eliot Kingsley
History:: Aldric Chevalier has always been fascinated by human mortality. Since he can remember, his favorite mythological story was that of Yggdrasil. In Norse mythology Yggdrasil was the Tree of Life: it supported all the realms of the world, from Midgard, the realm of the mortals, to Asgard, the realm of the gods. In a fit of rage at their brother's death, Ymir the Giant's sisters carved lines in the Yggdrasil so deep, they could not be undone by anyone. Each line represented the life of man, from beginning to certain end. This was done so that no (now) mortals on Midgard could never have the power or life that was unique to the gods, the damage done to their brother with the power of the gods well out of the reach of mortals.
Aldric was working at his job at Parker’s Funeral Home when he met Lachesis. He had come out from recently cleaning a body when she was sitting in the waiting room. She looked quite out of place as happy of a mood she seemed in for a mortuary, so he greeted her and two began to chat it up. Aldric had never been any good with the women. They tended to steer clear of him in manners appropriate for eight year-old girls who still believed in cooties. He creeped them out, they would say and if he did manage to get one to sit with him, discussion about his mortality obsession would soon drive them away.
Turns out that Lachesis was the heart Aldric never knew he had and soon little Leland was born. But Lachesis was a real fickler and never stayed anywhere for long. So naturally, after a short period had lapsed after her son's birth, Lachesis disappeared. Emotionally drained at her departure, he never really fully recovered and picked up drinking in a bad attempt to erase the pain. He staggered home drunk most nights, but he was usually passed out on the couch in the living room of their apartment before Leland ever caught sight of him. Come home and pass out, which Leland was somewhat grateful for in later years that his father was a placid drunk. Regardless, Aldric raised Leland as his son, though without much love.
Leland had a very hard time pleasing his father as he grew up. Nothing he seemed to do could cheer up his father. One day however, when he was eight, Leland reluctantly began discussing with his father the things he'd been seeing, for fear there was something wrong with him. Strange things floating above people's heads. He didn't really notice them at first, but as he grew older, the shapes became more defined and definite. He described them to be like floating puzzles. After this talk, they were out for lunch at a restaurant. Returning to their car in the parking lot, Leland saw a bike rider cruising down the sidewalk. The puzzle above the man's head had started to shift and it morphed into what looked like the time on a stopwatch running backwards. Leland pointed this out to his father, with mere moments remaining on the clock and seconds later a car passing by blew a tire and losing control of the vehicle, the car plowed into the biker, instantly killing him. For once in his short life, Leland saw the spark of his father's in his eye.
Aldric turned into the vicarious parent every child had nightmares about and Leland was no exception. Aldric pushed Leland in fields that would better help him to figure out these puzzles of life, from pattern recognition to simple crossword puzzles. At first, Leland didn't mind, he actually enjoyed it, and the ‘love’ from his father. He found solving puzzles was something natural to him and he loved to do it. But as he became more and more gifted, it started to take no time at all to see the countdowns that seemed chained to people. It was fun at first, but then with mere glances came the answers these people would wonder their whole lives to Leland. He steadily grew displeased with his power and even fearful. Knowing the time the people all around him had left was something, he learned, he didn't want to know. And it did happen. He slowly watched the people around him die. Aldric pushed him still.
One day when he was ten, Leland had come home to school to discover his father passed out on the couch. It was the first time in a while, but nothing unusual. Back in his room, Leland was doing homework when a loud crashing noise resounded throughout the house. Running into the living room, Leland was greeted by the sight of blood and his father being torn from limb to limb by two intruding empousa. Like most demigod stories, Leland rushed back to his room and made a hasty exit down the fire escape and ran. He eventually lost the empousa, but when he realized the danger was gone, he stopped for himself and cried.
It was then Lachesis re-appeared in Leland's life. She explained who she was, which earned some skepticism from Leland, but he was tired and mourning and in so much disbelief with what he had witnessed, he was in no mood to argue. She carted him off to the Underworld, where for once he felt relieved in that he couldn't see the people’s clocks, since everyone there was... well... dead. They briefly discussed what he had learned to do with his powers and Lachesis was swift to administer her judgements as well as her claim. She feared that his power may interfere with the destiny of people and forbade him from ever telling someone about their "fate" (how much time they had left). His life was insurance enough, but for extra precaution, she took his voice as a deposit of sorts. After this, she took him to Camp Half Blood, where he's been since.
Camp life wasn't all that exciting, all things considered. Although he was claimed, he moved in with the Hermes cabin at first. Of course, being Leland, he kept to himself and practically lived in a corner. He went to activities as was required, but failed to participate in anything battle-related. His grades suffered, of course, but he had no one to bring them home to, so he stopped caring and continued his pacifist nature. After four years spent at Camp, he finally met his cousin, a son of Atropos. He’s since grown quite attached to him, and has started spending the summers with him back in Eliot’s home in Russia. In recent years at camp, with the construction of the new cabins has he moved out of Hermes and into a new cabin. He liked it far better, with significantly less people to live with and has been quite content since.
Name/Nickname:: TS
Roleplaying Experience:: 5 years
Sample RP::
Leland had to be thankful that by the end of the night he wasn't deaf as well as being mute. It didn't really seem to matter to her that the son of Lachesis was mute, she talked enough for the both of them and more. At certain points, Leland wondered if he was just hallucinating the two of them, and instead there was a room full of people he was somehow missing. Although he hated to admit to himself, if she would have stopped, he likely would have prompted her to keep talking. He'd rather his ears be bleeding by the end of the night, than to focus back on her work. Talking all the while, she was quickly, but steadily pulling some barbs from Leland's arms, after dousing them in alcohol. He'd hissed in pain, but the Apollo girl kept talking like nothing was wrong.
It had taken a long time before she'd finished pulling the barbs from his arms, quickly dousing the wounds in alcohol again. After that, she'd put some ointment in, maybe had a few stitches, Leland didn't know, he'd stopped paying attention. He'd tried to listen in towards the living room of the Big House, to maybe catch a glimmer of what Eliot and Devyn were saying, but to no avail. Their murmurs were too soft, and between the snores and sleeping sounds of room and the mindless chatter of the girl on staff at the mini-hospital, he couldn't make out a word. By the time he'd looked back, she'd already finished wrapping up one of his arms, and was half-way through the next.
He was fairly surprised how quick she worked, even with as much time as they'd already spent in the Big House. With the last of his arm wrapped, she smiled delightfully and waved him off, telling him to come back frequently to change the bandages, until they could be left off for good. Which, she had said, would be close to a week. She waved him off with a grin, despite the late hour of the night. Thank the gods she'd finally finished. Leland thought for sure Eliot would be boiling over with impatience and was half expecting him to have already left.
That wasn't the case, thankfully, as Leland quietly slid into the living room. Even as quiet as he was, Eliot seemed to always know when he was around and had probably heard Leland approach. "About time," he sighed. Leland signed a quick 'sorry', though no one could see it. The room had been silent when he entered. Feeling as though he'd walked in on something, Leland merely stood on the outskirts of the room, near the mini-hospital entrance, wondering what to do now. He was incredibly tired at this point, and wanted nothing more than to return to their cabin and collapse on his bunk, not even bothering to shower or read before sleeping.
It had taken a long time before she'd finished pulling the barbs from his arms, quickly dousing the wounds in alcohol again. After that, she'd put some ointment in, maybe had a few stitches, Leland didn't know, he'd stopped paying attention. He'd tried to listen in towards the living room of the Big House, to maybe catch a glimmer of what Eliot and Devyn were saying, but to no avail. Their murmurs were too soft, and between the snores and sleeping sounds of room and the mindless chatter of the girl on staff at the mini-hospital, he couldn't make out a word. By the time he'd looked back, she'd already finished wrapping up one of his arms, and was half-way through the next.
He was fairly surprised how quick she worked, even with as much time as they'd already spent in the Big House. With the last of his arm wrapped, she smiled delightfully and waved him off, telling him to come back frequently to change the bandages, until they could be left off for good. Which, she had said, would be close to a week. She waved him off with a grin, despite the late hour of the night. Thank the gods she'd finally finished. Leland thought for sure Eliot would be boiling over with impatience and was half expecting him to have already left.
That wasn't the case, thankfully, as Leland quietly slid into the living room. Even as quiet as he was, Eliot seemed to always know when he was around and had probably heard Leland approach. "About time," he sighed. Leland signed a quick 'sorry', though no one could see it. The room had been silent when he entered. Feeling as though he'd walked in on something, Leland merely stood on the outskirts of the room, near the mini-hospital entrance, wondering what to do now. He was incredibly tired at this point, and wanted nothing more than to return to their cabin and collapse on his bunk, not even bothering to shower or read before sleeping.
