Post by Uriel Orion Eisenhower on Mar 23, 2012 7:06:24 GMT -5
Uriel Orion Eisenhower
Out of Character
Alias: Panda.
Age: 15.
Gender: Male.
RP Experience: Four years.
How Did You Find Us?: Ads.
Activity Level: Pretty much always. I have a phone that can access the site on mobile.
Other Characters: None.
Keyword in Rules: Verified by Ana
RP Sample:The thin blade of the rapier made rapid 'thwack' sounds of impact as it made contact with the armoured dummy in the center of the room. Xion Caranthacus, the heir to the corporation named after his family danced around the figure, his body like a shadow, forever elusive and fluid. His sword was in his hand all along as he went through his morning workout; although he had been robbed of the many aspects that made up his childhood, the swordsmanship that he picked up was something he practiced daily with great gusto. It was the least he could do for his gone caretaker, who had fallen into obscurity after being sent away.
"It is time to get ready to leave, sir." Came the voice of his butler, a blocky, stony-faced, balding middle-aged man. Xion nodded, not gracing the man with a verbal reply. There was no need, or desire to. Xion was the employer and the butler was his employee.
After a quick shower, Xion donned his clothes - A white shirt embroidered with gold patterns, a pair of simple brown coloured pants held firm by a belt with an add-on holster and hole to slot his rapier through and a long black coat with multiple pockets and buckles on it. Once he holstered his pistol and added the blade to his side Xion was off, walking out of his mansion to the car that awaited outside, to drive him to the Lycan Estate, where his fiancee was.
Xion meant fiancee in the most technical sense of the word. The marriage between the both of them was an arranged one, by his parents. They wanted Xion to have a strong woman for a wife, yet still in their class and so their eyes came upon the leader of the Shifter Foundation, Lady Lycan. They didn't love each other, they barely knew each other. Xion knew that this marriage was a necessary evil, however, to ensure his position within the hierarchy of the Upper Class.
The young man mused over the newspaper, raising his eyebrows in interest at the section about his fiancee's invitations to her estate. Perhaps he would look, and maybe, just maybe take part in this 'venture' if it interested him enough. He abandoned the piece of paper after a while for a business report regarding the sales of their newest product. Xion was kept busy trying to balance the mug of coffee he retrieved from the holder inside the rapidly shaking car. It was something he had gotten used to, in terms of motion sickness but he didn't want to spill the dark brown liquid all over his clothes and his documents. It wasn't a fitting way in which a rich man paid his fiancee a visit.
As he reached the gate of the estate, the door swung open and a man appeared, dressed in a formal manner. The man's attention was first drawn to the car at the front of the gate, bearing the emblem of Caranthacus Corporation and he immediately opened it, allowing the fiancee of his mistress into the estate.
His car trotted by, as he reclined back in his seat. He opened up a small compartment under his seat and he drew out the box - Inside contained a diamond necklace that was to become a gift for the Lady, along with a bouquet of her favourite flowers that nested in the front seat.
Xion got out of the car, with the box in hand and he was handed the flowers by his driver, who promptly drove off to park the car and spend the rest of the time lazing away until he was needed again. Word must have been sent forward, as the gates to the house opened to reveal Lady Lycan standing there, and Xion walked up to her.
"Mother Nature has no beauty that come close to rivaling yours, my lady." Xion said softly but audibly as he stepped in front of the Lady, presenting her with both the flowers and the gifts, a light smile on his face. It was all a formality, of course. Nothing less was expected of him.
On an OOC note: This is just an example of how much I can post, with muse on my side. I write as much as my partner writes most of the time.
General Information
Full Name: Uriel Orion Eisenhower.
Gender: Male.
Birthday: 30th July 1995.
Age: 17.
Camp Experience: 4 years.
Sexual Orientation: Straight.
Claim Status: Yes.
Divine Parent: Hekate.
Looks
Hair: Blonde and wavy, down to his ears.
Eyes: He has a pair of thick black-framed reading glasses, but that is all. His eyes are a dark brown, almost black.
Height: 6 feet 1 inch.
Weight: 124 pounds.
Picture: Click
Playby: Heath Ledger.
Dressing Style: Uriel prefers dressing for comfort than to please, though he still is a human teenager and of course, vain. He maintains a certain standard of style, usually seen in t-shirts with sayings on them and either pants or three-quarters.
General Appearance: Uriel isn't exactly the most muscled guy in camp, but as a camper he does exercise regularly and this has build up a lean layer of muscle in his body. He has been said to be attractive to girls, them finding him to be boyishly handsome.
What Makes Them Them
Personality Description:
Uriel's your typical nice guy, laidback, charming and full of laughter. If you're new and you find yourself lost, you'll see him bringing you around camp and giving you a personalized Uriel tour. If you find yourself on the ground, injured, you'll see his hand outstretched towards you, even if you're on the opposing team in capture the flag.
However, being nice doesn't exactly make him a pushover. Being one of the sons of Hekate, Uriel wields magic that surpasses those outside of his bloodline; furthermore the blood of Merlin runs through his veins, empowering his magical ability to the point where he is found a genius. Don't mess with him. Whatever decisions he make and whatever choices he chooses or whatever chances he take, he is usually firm about it and will not change his mind unless someone gives him an exceptionally long and good reason.
However, Uriel rarely fights unless the situation demands it, preferring to use words and negotiation. He is a strong believer of the pen being mightier than the sword, and he would only resort to violence as the very last effort.
A loyal person, Uriel maintains a high-degree of honour that he never breaks, even under the threat of death. In addition, Uriel will never betray a true friend of his, unless something of a larger proportion is in the mix, and even then he will hesitate and try to make another person do it, not wanting to live with the guilt of it.
Likes: Reading, magic, good food, pretty girls, relaxing.
Dislikes: Combat, violence, mint, horror (he is easily spooked), mathematics.
Fears: Being powerless when he is needed, being forced to serve another, not finding love.
Secrets:
He finds dark magic somewhat .. Fascinating. He is drawn to it, like moth to a flame. He knows he shouldn't be studying it, shouldn't be even going near it but he justifies it to himself, lies to himself by telling himself that his purposes are only academic. He doesn't know that he is drawn to its power. He doesn't realize the price you pay for such power.
Ambitions:
Uriel wants to become the greatest wizard to live in all of time; even greater than his ancestor, Merlin. He also wants to become a counselor one day, after he grows older so he may help others that come to Camp Half Blood for help.
Powers:
Unlike the other campers, Uriel is one who is almost entirely focused on his skill in magic. His skill with the blade is rudimentary, although better than an unskilled amateur he is at least one level lower than the average camper. However, Uriel's skill in magic is one to be feared. Empowered by his links to Merlin and him being the Son of Hekate, his control over magic is extraordinary for his age. Uriel is able to cast many spells, those of tracking, camouflage, defence and combat. However, every spell cast, depending on its power and intensity takes a drain out of Uriel's energy and Uriel's energy is finite.
His spells in combat are of a varied sort; he has been seen to call on wind (many times mistaken to be telekinesis) to knock opponents off their feet, or draw them closer towards him, to draw magical energy around him in the form of a barrier, fire destructive bolts of energy through the air that can dent chest plates (though it does take too much energy for him to fire more than 3-5 bolts of this in a short span of time), or call upon flashes of light to illuminate the darkness and blind his enemies. Uriel's finest moment when he used magic was when he faced the Minotaur, where he raised his sword and called upon magic to engulf the sword in a holy light that dealt a fatal blow to the horrifying monster. He has never been able to use that spell again after the first time, and he believes that it will only come to him in a time of great need.
Family and History
Personal History:
Uriel was born to a family of devout Christians, hence him being named after an angel. His father was a priest in a local church, a single father. It was thought that he had been adopted. From young he was brought up with Christian values, and he led a pretty happy childhood. He went to a Christian school, made Christian friends, and led a Christian life. That is, until the monsters came for him. He found himself always followed around by this shady kid in school. The boy that never prayed during Mass, or said Grace before mealtimes, never was there for Devotion and all that. Uriel tried to shake the person off, but it was impossible. He was unable to.
The monster that came for him, at the age of 13 was the Minotaur. It went for him after soccer practice, on an empty field. The shady kid that followed him revealed himself to be his satyr protector. Although the satyr fought bravely and valiantly, the only major wound he managed to deal the minotaur was a deep cut in the side of the thigh that did not much to impair its movements, before it was thrown many, many metres away and his body was broken and his life ended. Uriel, unable to run away from this creature picked up the fallen satyr's sword and hoped to fight the minotaur. Just as he was about to be hit by the minotaur's first swing, there was a flash of bright light, and the minotaur's club stopped in mid-air, a shimmering barrier of translucence beside him. He felt a surge of energy flood his body, and a whisper in his ear.
He was the Son of Hekate.
He could feel the power writhing within his veins, and at that point he knew that he wasn't the son of God as his father called him to be. The blinding light of godly origins blinded the minotaur and it fell back, stumbling and eventually losing his balance. Standing above the minotaur, Uriel raised his blade and power soared into it, coalescing around it in an incandescence of blue light and he brought it down onto the Minotaur's body, scattering him into a million motes of dust, only to reform again in another time, in another place.
Moving over to the dying form of his protector, the satyr smiled at him, and murmured to him that he had done well - That he had gone ahead, further than most demigods when they started. The tired Uriel could only listen, smiling sadly as his protector that he scorned faded away. He was left with instructions, on directions to Camp Half Blood. A place where he could be safe, and that was it. The satyr died.
Returning home and telling his father the tale of what had happened, Michael was thrown into a rage; he had thought that his son had ingested hallucinatory drugs and had made the entire thing up. Furthermore, the idea of the existence of other gods were preposterous. Uriel was kicked out of the house, after he was allowed to pack up a little and the teenager headed off to Camp Half Blood by himself, tears streaming down his face now that he had been spurned by his father and left to walk alone.
Uriel, in Camp Half Blood forgot about his father after a few months, putting it past him the way the optimist always did to bad things. Until the end of Uriel's first year there as an all-rounder, where he received a letter. Michael asked for Uriel to come home, saying that he was sorry and that he missed Uriel and would accept Uriel no matter whatever he was. Moved by his father's gesture of love, Uriel went home for the first time in the year.
After that, Uriel's relationship with his father became much, much better than what it was when he left home. Although he still lived at Camp Half-Blood as a year rounder he did visit his father occasionally, much to his father's delight.
Mortal Parent: Michael Horner Eisenhower, father.
Other Family: None that he knows of.
And Finally...
I, PANDA, have made this entirely up. I did not rip somebody else’s application from any site, and have followed the rules accordingly.
And…? YES!
