Post by Aleksander Finch on Aug 2, 2012 23:32:19 GMT -5
Out of Character
Alias: Stride
Age: 17
Gender: Female
RP Experience: 2-3 years, on and off
How Did You Find Us?: A magical trail of links, ofc.
Activity Level: About every other day.
Other Characters: None on this site.
Keyword in Rules: Verified by Ana
RP Sample:
Alek shot his classmate a dirty look and spat a bloody wad in his direction. You could say it was a hit and miss, in a way. The great mother of all lugies had landed squarely in the back of Jake's neck, after all. Twenty points at least. Unfortunately for Alek, that thing must have felt as disgusting as it had looked on impact. Jake turned back slowly, curling one hand into a fist as the other reached into the trimmed leather of his pocket. It was the look on his face, however, that filled Alek with a sense of dread. The dark features that etched the once-popular face were hard, determined. Cold as ice, much like the eyes that so many girls seemed so drawn to. They had an almost hypnotic quality that seemed to draw you in... that is, until you had either four broken ribs and a black eye or a sobbing regret for what you had just lost to a charming stranger.
Alek didn't expect any mercy at this hand. Nor did he want to sustain serious injuries or, his slender form shuddered a bit at the thought, lose his virginity to a douche. Or a guy, for that matter. When the knife flew out of nowhere he reacted without hesitation. The blonde leaped forward, narrowly avoiding the thin blade, and tackled Jake, bringing him to the ground. He pulled back his fist more times than he could count, repeatedly landing blows.
By the time he had... regained control, Alek's curly blonde hair was plastered to his forhead with sweat. A ragged panting sound seemed to echo in the alleyway between the mini-mart and scrap-booking store that stood three blocks from his home. After a long moment, he was startled to realize that he was the one breathing so heavily. Dazed, he pushed himself off of Jake's body and stumbled a few steps, barely catching himself against the rough stone of the building. The light that streamed from above seemed too bright for a late afternoon. Everything just seemed... wrong.
"This isn't me," he muttered, looking down at the bruises forming around his knuckles. He wasn't the kid to react so strongly or take something so far... y'know, unless he was having one of his moments.
A hissing noise suddenly came from behind and, without thinking, he rolled to his left and sprang behind a dumpster. He heard a series of metal disks ricochet from where he had been a heartbeat before, some clanging to the ground while others seemed to stick into the stone wall itself. A single disk slowly rolled to a stop by his shoe and he crouched silently, picking it up to examine. It was certainly nothing he'd encountered before; roughly the size of a CD with a marble-sized sphere in its center, entirely forged out of a golden-bronze metal.
Alek had seen this substance many times before. He'd walked past the case in his father's study innumerable times, questioning the small, gleaming statuette of a goddess contained within its thick glass walls. Every time he had inquired of its existence his father would only say, "A simple reminder of a promise I once made." Now that he was nearly a man, Aleksander knew better.
"You know," the cocky voice called from the other side of his retched shield, "I didn't think demigods could move that quickly. Who's child are you, anyway?"
Alek paused a moment, taking in the fact that someone knew. Perhaps that someone is actually a monster, but still. He'd never had a conversation about this with anyone... and those encounters and fights he had pushed through for the last four years certainly didn't count.
"I'm not sure it really matters, so long as I have the wit to avoid whatever the hell you're throwing at me. What are those things, anyway?" Many more stupid questions and Alek's sarcastic side might just take over.
"Nothing you've ever handled before," responds the twisted voice of Jake. "but if you'd like to earn some proper training and a road trip, I suggest you stop cowering behind that dumpster."
"Tell me where I could find more of that celestial bronze and I might just take you up on that."
"Demanding and feisty? I'm not sure that Camp Half-Blood needs any more attitudes like yours."
General Information
Full Name: Aleksander "Alek" Blake Finch
Gender: Male
Birthday: 3/17/1995
Age: 17
Camp Experience: About a week
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Claim Status: Have they been claimed by their divine parent? Not formally.
Divine Parent: Athena
Looks
Hair: A mess of wavy blonde curls fall long toward the front, often getting in his eyes. He likes it that way; unruly and free.
Eyes: A stormy dark gray that often clouds over when he's thinking.
Height: 5'10.
Weight: 135
Picture: images5.fanpop.com/image/photos/27900000/-Alex-Pettyfer-Best-Pics-alex-pettyfer-27943509-440-520.jpg
Playby: Alex Pettyfer (younger)
Dressing Style: He often dresses in neutral, form-fitting clothes. He tends to stick with gray, black, and blue since he feels like they're the only colors that aren't absolutely suckish... Well, green might sneak past his radar every once in a while, but other than that.. no. Most of the time Alek sticks with his aqua-and-black Vans, though occasionally you might find him sporting a gray or black pair. He can dress up and rather enjoys the feel of a suit, seeing as slobishness is his worst enemy.
General Appearance: Aleksander often seems like a bit of a pretty boy, a young man of average height with a lean build to him. Wavy blonde hair curls freely in all directions, from his cloudy eyes and toward the sky, giving him the messed-up-to-perfection look. You can tell that he exercises and goes outside a fair amount, but otherwise he appears to be a normal, quiet guy.
What Makes Them Them
Personality Description: From a distance, Alek seems like a pretty quiet guy. But the truth is... you're dead wrong. He appreciates nothing more than a good joke or sarcastic banter with other people his age. It's true that he does a lot of his planning in his head-- what child of Athena doesn't? If he were to voice every single thought that runs through his head in a heartbeat, it could take way too long to say everything in the open, not to mention having to explain it to those with lesser minds-- but the opinions he feels strongly about? Unless sharing them seems unwise, they're out in the open. He tries retain a relaxed attitude despite the chaos in his mind and can often be found in quiet places with small groups of people.
True to his blood, he loves to fight. He often feels a strong tide of remorse during the moments when he goes too far; punching into someone far longer than is appropriate. Alek is always up for a challenge, whether it be mental or physical. If he can't complete something he'll take a moment to compose his thoughts and figure out a solution, then keep trying until he masters it. Few things manage to stump him. That is... except for girls. When he's around a pretty girl that he really seems to like, he is a fumbling idiot. He'll try to keep his cool and speak cockily, but most of the time... it isn't a pretty sight.
Likes:
- challenging situations
- Sarcasm
- arguing (in a playful way, most of the time)
- sweets
- video games
- dogs
- music
- girls
Dislikes:
- people who try to push him around
- loud colors
- consequences
- stereotyping (even though he does it a fair bit)
- know-it-alls
- slobbishness/people who dress as such
Fears:
- spiders
- places with small amounts of oxygen
- his weaknesses being discovered
- losing total control
Secrets:
- He hates showing it, but he's deeply self-conscious of what other people think of him.
- Even though he seems pretty in control of himself most of the time, he often goes too far or loses it when he's in a fight.
Family and History
Personal History:
Many years ago in the city of San Francisco, there lived a young scientist by the name of Cedric Finch. He was an extremely intelligent man with a love of knowledge and a kind heart, as well as an adventurous side that led him to travel often in his search for new discoveries. Cedric left on one of his "adventures", as he liked to call them, to a small town in New Mexico after receiving a report about strange weapons being discovered among the endless sandy stretches of the desert. Upon his arrival, however, he found much more than archaic weapons.
Monsters. Hydras and snake women. Even the harpies and Minotaur seemed to be scouring the barren landscape, as if searching for a lost treasure. But that wasn't all there was. Not far from Cedric stood a beautiful young woman with a cascade of curls falling from her shoulders, gray eyes scanning the horrific scene with a clarity he had never before seen. It didn't take long for her to notice him -- striking and alert?-- and when she did, she spoke clearly, asking the scientist his name.
"C-Cedric Finch, ma'am."
"Oh?" she said curiously. "A name of intelligence... would you say that you are clever enough to get rid of these creatures?"
Cedric could feel his knees becoming weak. Whether from fear of the monsters or the beauty of the woman, he could not tell, but he felt like he had to help her and in almost no time they came up with a plan and carried it out. The monsters disintegrated into the sand and land became barren once more. The woman came with Cedric to the deserted dig site and there they found the not-so-ancient weapons, seemingly crafted of a gold/copper alloy. It was there that the woman told the scientist of myths and quests, celestial bronze and the Mist, and, lastly, her identity. Athena, the Greek goddess. It was hard for Cedric to take it in at first, but he was already too in love.
After a mere year of their brief meetings together, Athena arrived one final time, a bundle clutched in her arms. A baby with golden, corkscrew locks was passed to the new father, a cheeky smile on its face as it gurgled happily up at the surprised face.
"Cedric, you know I must leave," began Athena slowly, thoughtfully. "But this child is of a special kind. I've taught you of demi-gods... and this one will be strong like the heroes of old. Take good care of our son." She placed a light hand on his shoulder. "And though it may be a long wait... never forget that I will be back."
The new father nodded his understanding, but by the time he looked up once more, she was gone.
Aleksander Finch had a happy life full of great memories growing up. For sixteen long years he lived in a large upstairs apartment overlooking the San Francisco Bay (he had a fantastic view of Alcatraz from his bedroom window) with just his dad, a crazy scientist who loved to go on long road trips and search the desert for ruins. He had always known who his mother was. Better yet, he grew up knowing who and what he was. It really was a great life.
Now, don't get me wrong... he did have his bad days. It was hard not to when you were top of the class at Bay View High School and surrounded by bullies. Especially if you had a bit of a sarcastic attitude that was ready to burst. Most of the time he could stand his ground in the occasional fight-- occasional? They're were quite a few, though it wouldn't be wise to mention them to just anybody-- though he did have problems every once in a while. Since the age of twelve, he seemed to have run-ins with some pretty scary dudes. Some of them had had wings. Not like anybody believed him... but hey! He survived... that is, until about a week after his sixteenth birthday.
That's when Alek met up with one of the more tyrannical of the bullies, the charming and extremely violent Jake. He'd been completely dragged into a situation he knew he should have stayed out of-- he always knows, but it's hard to stand by and watch, even if his crazy-predictive mind practically yells "YOU'RE AN IDIOT"-- and before long found the bully to be, well, less than normal. He still isn't completely sure what Jake is, exactly, but the bully did tell him about Camp Half-Blood (and try to kill him several times, but that's beyond the point). Not long after being told about its location, he ran home, packed his duffle bag, told his dad he was off for an adventure, and left. In an exciting twist of a plot full of monsters, enemies, and allies that you don't get to hear about, it took Alek a full year to travel across the United States (don't ask me how it took so long) and reach Camp Half-Blood. He's now seventeen and a new arrival who doesn't really know where to turn. Don't mind his usual sarcasm or the occasional bitterness he expresses about his not being formally claimed yet, he's ready to start a new life with great friends and adventures.
Mortal Parent: Cedric Finch
And Finally...
I, Aleksander, have made this entirely up. I did not rip somebody else’s application from any site, and have followed the rules accordingly.
And…? Yes.
Alias: Stride
Age: 17
Gender: Female
RP Experience: 2-3 years, on and off
How Did You Find Us?: A magical trail of links, ofc.
Activity Level: About every other day.
Other Characters: None on this site.
Keyword in Rules: Verified by Ana
RP Sample:
Alek shot his classmate a dirty look and spat a bloody wad in his direction. You could say it was a hit and miss, in a way. The great mother of all lugies had landed squarely in the back of Jake's neck, after all. Twenty points at least. Unfortunately for Alek, that thing must have felt as disgusting as it had looked on impact. Jake turned back slowly, curling one hand into a fist as the other reached into the trimmed leather of his pocket. It was the look on his face, however, that filled Alek with a sense of dread. The dark features that etched the once-popular face were hard, determined. Cold as ice, much like the eyes that so many girls seemed so drawn to. They had an almost hypnotic quality that seemed to draw you in... that is, until you had either four broken ribs and a black eye or a sobbing regret for what you had just lost to a charming stranger.
Alek didn't expect any mercy at this hand. Nor did he want to sustain serious injuries or, his slender form shuddered a bit at the thought, lose his virginity to a douche. Or a guy, for that matter. When the knife flew out of nowhere he reacted without hesitation. The blonde leaped forward, narrowly avoiding the thin blade, and tackled Jake, bringing him to the ground. He pulled back his fist more times than he could count, repeatedly landing blows.
By the time he had... regained control, Alek's curly blonde hair was plastered to his forhead with sweat. A ragged panting sound seemed to echo in the alleyway between the mini-mart and scrap-booking store that stood three blocks from his home. After a long moment, he was startled to realize that he was the one breathing so heavily. Dazed, he pushed himself off of Jake's body and stumbled a few steps, barely catching himself against the rough stone of the building. The light that streamed from above seemed too bright for a late afternoon. Everything just seemed... wrong.
"This isn't me," he muttered, looking down at the bruises forming around his knuckles. He wasn't the kid to react so strongly or take something so far... y'know, unless he was having one of his moments.
A hissing noise suddenly came from behind and, without thinking, he rolled to his left and sprang behind a dumpster. He heard a series of metal disks ricochet from where he had been a heartbeat before, some clanging to the ground while others seemed to stick into the stone wall itself. A single disk slowly rolled to a stop by his shoe and he crouched silently, picking it up to examine. It was certainly nothing he'd encountered before; roughly the size of a CD with a marble-sized sphere in its center, entirely forged out of a golden-bronze metal.
Alek had seen this substance many times before. He'd walked past the case in his father's study innumerable times, questioning the small, gleaming statuette of a goddess contained within its thick glass walls. Every time he had inquired of its existence his father would only say, "A simple reminder of a promise I once made." Now that he was nearly a man, Aleksander knew better.
"You know," the cocky voice called from the other side of his retched shield, "I didn't think demigods could move that quickly. Who's child are you, anyway?"
Alek paused a moment, taking in the fact that someone knew. Perhaps that someone is actually a monster, but still. He'd never had a conversation about this with anyone... and those encounters and fights he had pushed through for the last four years certainly didn't count.
"I'm not sure it really matters, so long as I have the wit to avoid whatever the hell you're throwing at me. What are those things, anyway?" Many more stupid questions and Alek's sarcastic side might just take over.
"Nothing you've ever handled before," responds the twisted voice of Jake. "but if you'd like to earn some proper training and a road trip, I suggest you stop cowering behind that dumpster."
"Tell me where I could find more of that celestial bronze and I might just take you up on that."
"Demanding and feisty? I'm not sure that Camp Half-Blood needs any more attitudes like yours."
General Information
Full Name: Aleksander "Alek" Blake Finch
Gender: Male
Birthday: 3/17/1995
Age: 17
Camp Experience: About a week
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Claim Status: Have they been claimed by their divine parent? Not formally.
Divine Parent: Athena
Looks
Hair: A mess of wavy blonde curls fall long toward the front, often getting in his eyes. He likes it that way; unruly and free.
Eyes: A stormy dark gray that often clouds over when he's thinking.
Height: 5'10.
Weight: 135
Picture: images5.fanpop.com/image/photos/27900000/-Alex-Pettyfer-Best-Pics-alex-pettyfer-27943509-440-520.jpg
Playby: Alex Pettyfer (younger)
Dressing Style: He often dresses in neutral, form-fitting clothes. He tends to stick with gray, black, and blue since he feels like they're the only colors that aren't absolutely suckish... Well, green might sneak past his radar every once in a while, but other than that.. no. Most of the time Alek sticks with his aqua-and-black Vans, though occasionally you might find him sporting a gray or black pair. He can dress up and rather enjoys the feel of a suit, seeing as slobishness is his worst enemy.
General Appearance: Aleksander often seems like a bit of a pretty boy, a young man of average height with a lean build to him. Wavy blonde hair curls freely in all directions, from his cloudy eyes and toward the sky, giving him the messed-up-to-perfection look. You can tell that he exercises and goes outside a fair amount, but otherwise he appears to be a normal, quiet guy.
What Makes Them Them
Personality Description: From a distance, Alek seems like a pretty quiet guy. But the truth is... you're dead wrong. He appreciates nothing more than a good joke or sarcastic banter with other people his age. It's true that he does a lot of his planning in his head-- what child of Athena doesn't? If he were to voice every single thought that runs through his head in a heartbeat, it could take way too long to say everything in the open, not to mention having to explain it to those with lesser minds-- but the opinions he feels strongly about? Unless sharing them seems unwise, they're out in the open. He tries retain a relaxed attitude despite the chaos in his mind and can often be found in quiet places with small groups of people.
True to his blood, he loves to fight. He often feels a strong tide of remorse during the moments when he goes too far; punching into someone far longer than is appropriate. Alek is always up for a challenge, whether it be mental or physical. If he can't complete something he'll take a moment to compose his thoughts and figure out a solution, then keep trying until he masters it. Few things manage to stump him. That is... except for girls. When he's around a pretty girl that he really seems to like, he is a fumbling idiot. He'll try to keep his cool and speak cockily, but most of the time... it isn't a pretty sight.
Likes:
- challenging situations
- Sarcasm
- arguing (in a playful way, most of the time)
- sweets
- video games
- dogs
- music
- girls
Dislikes:
- people who try to push him around
- loud colors
- consequences
- stereotyping (even though he does it a fair bit)
- know-it-alls
- slobbishness/people who dress as such
Fears:
- spiders
- places with small amounts of oxygen
- his weaknesses being discovered
- losing total control
Secrets:
- He hates showing it, but he's deeply self-conscious of what other people think of him.
- Even though he seems pretty in control of himself most of the time, he often goes too far or loses it when he's in a fight.
Family and History
Personal History:
Many years ago in the city of San Francisco, there lived a young scientist by the name of Cedric Finch. He was an extremely intelligent man with a love of knowledge and a kind heart, as well as an adventurous side that led him to travel often in his search for new discoveries. Cedric left on one of his "adventures", as he liked to call them, to a small town in New Mexico after receiving a report about strange weapons being discovered among the endless sandy stretches of the desert. Upon his arrival, however, he found much more than archaic weapons.
Monsters. Hydras and snake women. Even the harpies and Minotaur seemed to be scouring the barren landscape, as if searching for a lost treasure. But that wasn't all there was. Not far from Cedric stood a beautiful young woman with a cascade of curls falling from her shoulders, gray eyes scanning the horrific scene with a clarity he had never before seen. It didn't take long for her to notice him -- striking and alert?-- and when she did, she spoke clearly, asking the scientist his name.
"C-Cedric Finch, ma'am."
"Oh?" she said curiously. "A name of intelligence... would you say that you are clever enough to get rid of these creatures?"
Cedric could feel his knees becoming weak. Whether from fear of the monsters or the beauty of the woman, he could not tell, but he felt like he had to help her and in almost no time they came up with a plan and carried it out. The monsters disintegrated into the sand and land became barren once more. The woman came with Cedric to the deserted dig site and there they found the not-so-ancient weapons, seemingly crafted of a gold/copper alloy. It was there that the woman told the scientist of myths and quests, celestial bronze and the Mist, and, lastly, her identity. Athena, the Greek goddess. It was hard for Cedric to take it in at first, but he was already too in love.
After a mere year of their brief meetings together, Athena arrived one final time, a bundle clutched in her arms. A baby with golden, corkscrew locks was passed to the new father, a cheeky smile on its face as it gurgled happily up at the surprised face.
"Cedric, you know I must leave," began Athena slowly, thoughtfully. "But this child is of a special kind. I've taught you of demi-gods... and this one will be strong like the heroes of old. Take good care of our son." She placed a light hand on his shoulder. "And though it may be a long wait... never forget that I will be back."
The new father nodded his understanding, but by the time he looked up once more, she was gone.
Aleksander Finch had a happy life full of great memories growing up. For sixteen long years he lived in a large upstairs apartment overlooking the San Francisco Bay (he had a fantastic view of Alcatraz from his bedroom window) with just his dad, a crazy scientist who loved to go on long road trips and search the desert for ruins. He had always known who his mother was. Better yet, he grew up knowing who and what he was. It really was a great life.
Now, don't get me wrong... he did have his bad days. It was hard not to when you were top of the class at Bay View High School and surrounded by bullies. Especially if you had a bit of a sarcastic attitude that was ready to burst. Most of the time he could stand his ground in the occasional fight-- occasional? They're were quite a few, though it wouldn't be wise to mention them to just anybody-- though he did have problems every once in a while. Since the age of twelve, he seemed to have run-ins with some pretty scary dudes. Some of them had had wings. Not like anybody believed him... but hey! He survived... that is, until about a week after his sixteenth birthday.
That's when Alek met up with one of the more tyrannical of the bullies, the charming and extremely violent Jake. He'd been completely dragged into a situation he knew he should have stayed out of-- he always knows, but it's hard to stand by and watch, even if his crazy-predictive mind practically yells "YOU'RE AN IDIOT"-- and before long found the bully to be, well, less than normal. He still isn't completely sure what Jake is, exactly, but the bully did tell him about Camp Half-Blood (and try to kill him several times, but that's beyond the point). Not long after being told about its location, he ran home, packed his duffle bag, told his dad he was off for an adventure, and left. In an exciting twist of a plot full of monsters, enemies, and allies that you don't get to hear about, it took Alek a full year to travel across the United States (don't ask me how it took so long) and reach Camp Half-Blood. He's now seventeen and a new arrival who doesn't really know where to turn. Don't mind his usual sarcasm or the occasional bitterness he expresses about his not being formally claimed yet, he's ready to start a new life with great friends and adventures.
Mortal Parent: Cedric Finch
And Finally...
I, Aleksander, have made this entirely up. I did not rip somebody else’s application from any site, and have followed the rules accordingly.
And…? Yes.
