Post by Lars Darsha on Aug 2, 2012 18:25:14 GMT -5
Lars Validis Darsha
Out of Character
Alias: Kage
Age: 17
Gender: Male
RP Experience: 7 years
How Did You Find Us?: links
Activity Level: daily
Other Characters: None
Keyword in Rules: Verified by Ana
RP Sample:Like ripples in a pond, every cry of agony fluctuated deep within the underworld. It had risen to a state of madness, with effects so great that there was only one cause that could amount to enough chaos to stir the dead from their sleep. War. It was strange, as Lars had begun to mingle with those who were alive, he could feel the pull of their emotions so much more than the Time he’d spent alone, and tonight, a strange aura seemed to weigh on him, waking him from a dreaming state.
It was her voice, that tiny woman he had spoken to at the springs, the one who’d laughed and made him smile, a first in so many years. She’d been strange, so delicate, an innocence about her that allowed her to linger in his memory, even after he had gone. But it was different now, as it echoed through the vastness that was Death, an agonizing cry that struck him like an arrow. Something was happening; something was very, very wrong.
He slipped from the grasp of his world, and arrived at a scene far more horrific than he could have imagined. Shock registered upon his face, as the man’s golden eyes observed the bloodshed splayed out before him. The yells and the screams, they filled the air with their dismal chorus, as the people clashed with a savage intensity. They were black, poised against the white, clearly this age old blood feud still resumed, long past his own prime.
And then it came again, that pleading cry. It shook him from his state of dread and awe, and suddenly he was searching for her. His body moved as it had in the throes of battle by his own family and their enemies. And though, now, in death, he knew the senselessness of war, his body hadn’t forgotten. At last, there she was, her slender frame blackened and bloodied as she screamed, begging the male that pinned himself against her to cease. Fury ignited in him, frustration welling as he knew his physical presence would do little good against the girl. A dark growl surged from the depths of his throat as he lunged forth, splaying his limbs half over the small she man, and as his silver blade connected with her burned skin, vines adorned with wicked thorns sprang up from the earth around them, reaching for males legs. As he hoped to deter him, a moonlit, silver glow began to glitter over him, a will he hadn’t used in a single instance since his death.
“Enough of this madness” he said, dark, golden eyes narrowed at the cats. Whatever war they waged, it was none of his business. But he wasn’t about to allow this woman to die for something she was surely not to blame for.
General Information
Full Name: Lars Validis Darsha
Gender: Boy
Birthday: 8th/Dec/1995
Age: Seventeen
Camp Experience: just arriving.
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Claim Status: Yes
Divine Parent: Hephaestus blockquote]LooksHair: gressed, black hair.
Eyes: White eyes (were silver tinted sunglasses)
Height: 5ft7
Weight: 168 LBS
Picture: Click
Playby: Chris Brown
Dressing Style: Getto/nice/swag
General Appearance: vivaglove is tall but not a brute. However he is a martial arts master so when others first see him he seems quite and kind of weak. However get up in his face you’re in for a surprise. He always has his head down but stands straight. His hands are mostly located in his pockets but sometimes they may be behind his back. He doesn’t really carry any impressive status but his voice is extremely deceptive and deadly.What Makes Them ThemPersonality Description: Quite because of the fact that no one seemed to like him when he was growing up he never spoke up much at all. He learned it was best not to for if he did he was either ignored, taunted, or treated unkindly. Why open your mouth if no one wants to hear anything you have to say? It's just better if you blend in with the shadows and let everyone think you aren't there. Because of this he is also shy when first meeting someone so it would be surprising if he actually walked up to someone openly and greeted them. Because he never really spoke up much as a child and still rarely does he spends most of his time just hanging back and watching. You'd be surprised with how much one can learn if they simply take the time to stop and just watch or listen. He is a really good listener and might make someone happy if he stands as a go-to person for them to vent and let their anger out. It's much easier to listen to other people's problems than to talk about his own. Lacking anyone he could really trust in his life Larshas grown up to have a great dislike of the world. It's not quite hate as much as fear of it. He tends to be a bit of a pessimist and laughs at darker things others would normally draw back from. Blame this on the fact that he doesn't really know much about relationships if you wish, though things such as friendship, family bonds, and even socializing are something he doesn't see in his future. Sure, he may want them but he doesn't see anyone falling for someone like him, so why get his hopes up? Without anyone to talk to or trust as a child he had to find ways to keep from going completely mad. So he started talking to himself, often having full conversations when the voice in his head talked back. He still keeps this habit up and it sometimes scares him to listen to any of the voices. Maybe it's a thing he inherited from dear old daddy but he sometimes has to fight the lust that threatens to consume him, pressuring him to take a bite out of a pretty lady he might be happening to watch. Because of this he'll try to distance himself from any and everyone if the urge becomes too powerful. He doesn't want to become like his father. Despite the sad things in his life and his aversion to others, he is very gentle. He doesn't like the thought of hurting anyone else and tries to avoid any sort of confrontation. Yes he is a pessimist but he is also a pacifist. The thought of purposely harming someone makes him cringe but that doesn't mean he won't stand up for himself if someone decides to attack. Lars, if you can get him talking and worm your way under his armor, is really very kind. He has a fragile soul and is easily swayed by any sort of plea. He is an absolute sucker for animals though he doesn't seem like the type. He enjoys watching them and often has to fight the desire to play with them. He would make a good Friend if anyone ever managed to gain his trust and convince him otherwise.
Likes:
Fire
Darkness
Being alone
Fighting
Running
Dislikes:
Annoying people
His family
Bullies
Silence
Clingy people
Fears:
Dying
Water
Heights
Secrets: His past
Ambitions:
Power hungry
To prove himself
Powers: Heat resistance, PyrokanisisFamily and HistoryPersonal History: Lars was never supposed to exist. He was the product of pain and bad memories, a child born due to the result of blind love His mother was a doctor in a place away from the camp while his father, much to his disgust, was a lowly stranger, a handsome man who scavenged the land for any beautiful enough to mate with.
He found her alone, walking with just the company of her own thoughts. He didn't even try to hide his intentions. He worked quickly, approaching his mother and did what he did to her in the chaos of her surprise. And it seemed to only take a few moment for her to fall in love with him. soon having a child, once she did he left them alone.
She raised him, though she spoke much more harshly to him than any other child When he grew sad or was hurt she didn't try to console him in the least. She simply shrugged it off and avoided the lad. While he was allowed to do things around the house but Blake his mother’s new boyfriend. looked upon him with pure hatred. He was the only thing keeping the himself alive. Eventually, when he was old enough, he ran away before Blake could either chase or attack him. Soon after that Lars was a traveler who dodged the cops left and right. Eventually he had gotten lost in the woods and found himself slowly dying inside, the pain of not knowing who he was taking his toll. He then stumbled upon the camp, were he was somewhat just welcomed by a few counselors. And it was then he learned who he was. After he entered Camp Half-Blood Lars was then claimed by his father when he so graciously set Lars on fire in front of half the camp. His body went up in flames and he couldn’t even feel it. His cloths didn’t burn away or anything, his arm and his head were just on fire. It wouldn’t go down until one of the campers threw a bucket of water on him. witch seemed to do the trick at the moment. and that just happened to be the day he turned 17.
Mortal Parent: Zela Darsha (alive)
Other Family:None.And Finally...I, Kage have made this entirely up. I did not rip somebody else’s application from any site, and have followed the rules accordingly.
And…? yes.
