Post by Isoba Dumisani on Apr 3, 2013 11:47:40 GMT -5
Isoba Dumisani
Out of Character
Alias: Puck
Age: old
Gender: berdache
RP Experience: forever
How Did You Find Us?:chb
Activity Level: it varies drastically
Other Characters: Amadi Dumisani, Babylon Delgado
Keyword in Rules: Verified by Ana
RP Sample:This was supposed to be a vacation, and that in itself made Babylon uncomfortable. Oh it wasn't like she didn't know how to relax- her fighting masters called her lazy all the time. And it wasn't like she didn't know how to have fun- the number of times she had run from flashing police lights was a testament to that. But all that partying and crashing and smashing was usually done either for a job that needed to be done or to fill the hours between jobs that needed to be done. So when she was told that she was to go for an actual vacation with no other purpose other than to relax and have fun, she didn't know what to do with herself. She was being punished, she was sure, for opting to hang out with the magic kids at camp instead of coming home to Brazil. Carlos really could be the neediest person sometimes. Honestly half the time she forgot which of them was supposed to be the chick and which of them had the dick. But when she confronted him about it over the phone he had insisted that she really just needed some time off, and nothing could get him to budge from that position, so Babylon just had to make the mental note to kick his ass when she finally went back home.
She had chosen Los Angeles for her vacation partially because she loved California but mostly because it was near the American base of operations, so if anything was going to go down in America, she would be nearby. Still, these past two days had been nothing but boring. Just relaxing in the sun and surfing the waves. No lessons, no gunfire, no breaking and entering... it was the quietest her life had been in years and god did she miss the noise. She had looked over the base briefly, and much to her annoyance it all seemed to be running well. The woman running this branch, Patricia, had insisted that she had everything in order and as much as it killed Babylon to admit it it seemed to be true.
And that was how she found herself at a cafe in Silver Lake, poking at the panini on her plate in the vain hope that it might turn out to be some secret bomb. After much inspection she could safely say that it was just a simple, non-lethal, hot sandwich. She bit into it morosely. Bored, bored, bored. She didn't have to be, though. This was Los Angeles, after all. It wouldn't be too hard to provoke some group of mindless low level thugs into a melee. She wouldn't even use the Heckler & Koch Mark 23 tucked on the inside of her jacket. It would be a nice, simple warm up before she found herself a more interesting way to occupy her time. Hell, maybe she really should let Patricia handle this side of operations and she could go back to Camp.
That was when her phone rang. She grinned. Bunch of incompetent louts. Now there was finally something to do. She threw a twenty down onto the table and ran off towards her black ford gt. The man on the other line had already sent her pictures of the getaway car complete with the license plate, and he was telling her what streets the car was spotted at. She sped off towards the location, helped by the GPS inside the car and pulled the jacket casually off the passenger seat to uncover a Tech Nine and an Uzi SMG. She turned the corner to the street the man on the other end of the phone had last told her and saw a Lamborghini racing ahead of its pitifully slower pursuit. She grinned wider and grabbed the tech nine before leadfooting the gas to give chase.
"Yeehaw, motha fucka!" She yelled as she got closer, unloading the magazine at the culprit.
General Information
Full Name: Isoba Dumisani
Gender: Boy
Birthday: 7/March/1989
Age: 24
Camp Experience: Just arrived
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual, but very low interest in dating.
Claim Status: Yes
Divine Parent: Athena
Looks
Hair: black mushroom cloud
Eyes:normal brown eyes
Height: 6' 4"
Weight: 215 Lbs.
Picture: Click
Playby: Christopher Murrell
Dressing Style: Casually. Isoba doesn't really own any suits anymore, and he has no real desire to buy them. He's content in jeans and a t-shirt.
General Appearance: Isoba can look pretty intimidating with his broad shoulders and musley muscles. Depending on what he's wearing they show more but there's really nothing he can do with his size to make him look less intimidating, which he's fine with. His face in it's natural state is blank with an intense gaze.
What Makes Them Them
Personality Description:
You haven't seen manliness until you've met Isoba Dumisani. The man could out-stoic a rock. A cold, hard gaze that promises pain if he's crossed, a smile that doesn't quite meet his eyes when someone challenges him. Isoba isn't cocky so much as he's confident. And why shouldn't he be? He's spent his entire life training for war. From munitions to hand to hand combat to melee weaponry much of his education, at least half by his own insistence, has been on how to become the better warrior. It's not just training the physical, either. Isoba is well read in Aristotle and Sun-Tze, he's studied Socrates and Machiavelli. He's devoured the tales of Alexander the Great and Attila the Hun, the greatest military minds of an age. And it is this that he uses to win wars.
Isoba understands that The Prince was satire, and agrees. The end only justifies the means to an extent. He strives to fight as honorably as he can no matter how low his opposition sinks. He doesn't believe a war can truly be won employing underhanded tactics because if he falls down the path of sinking to their level it doesn't matter if he wins, then he has become them and the war was pointless, his men died for nothing. He believes in protecting the innocent, the weak, that every man, woman, and child has some worth and is thus worth fighting for. He's much more level-headed than his younger brother, but he still has the same white-hot rage that can lash out if provoked.
Likes:
Reading
Studying
Training himself
Training his men
Go (The game, he finds it much more satisfying and challenging than chess)
When one of the lessons he's trying to teach just "clicks" with his student for the first time.
Dislikes:
Coyness
Weak-willed people who hold positions of power.
Laziness
People who get by on luck rather than skill
Things flying out of control
Fears:
Losing his little brother
the peace his country so recently achieved falling to pieces
someone getting killed because of a wrong decision he made
Secrets: had a daughter when he was sixteen who he smuggled out of the country along with her mother. Whereabouts unknown.
Ambitions:
Rebuild his country
Repair the bond between him and Amadi
Powers:
natural fighting
enhanced strength
natural strategist
Family and History
Personal History:Isaac Dumisani wasn't always a warlord. Once upon a time, he was a warprince. And like all princes, he needed the best of educations, so when he was twenty years old he was sent to attend UCLA, partly because for the top of the line education and secretly because he knew his favorite young mercenary resided in Southern California. While the two of them had clearly gone down different educational paths in life, with him getting a higher education and she pulling some connections so she could get some very convincing papers and join the army at sixteen, they still found themselves enjoying each others company immensely. But this isn't about the happiness they would find for a few years before it all turned to hell, this is about a certain T.A. named Minnie.
Minnie was the teacher's assistant in Isaac's Calculus class, and she and Isaac had managed to strike up several conversations and Minnie liked what she saw. Not the stereotypical brutish African Warprince but a young man who thought deeply and carefully about decisions. Who believed in justice and honor and believed that sometimes disobedience in the form of shooting the hell out of everything, though it might not be the best answer, was in fact the only practical answer. A young man who was at the top of all his classes. A young man who would need an heir at least as brilliant as he and, having met Gloria once, a young man who certainly wasn't going to get an intelligent child from that piece of work. The only logical solution was, of course, to write a paper together. Not on Calculus, but on another subject Isaac was taking and Minnie claimed to major in: Quantum Theory. The nights they spent together were intense and sexless, a melding of the minds instead of the body, and Athena found that incredibly hot. By the time they were done with the paper, Isaac was exhausted, sleep deprived and feeling strangely accomplished but mostly loopy. So when Minnie pulled a baby from her brain and set it into his arms his only reaction was "cool" before passing out.
The next morning, panicked to find out that he had apparently been cheating on Gloria and couldn't even remember it, he did the only honorable thing he could think of and went straight to her apartment with the baby in his arms and a confession bursting out through his lips. Gloria more or less held him hostage in her living room for a few hours before declaring that the child in his arms clearly needed a mother since Isaac seemed helpless, and that she now got a free one-time pass to cheat on him at some point in the future. A bit begrudgingly, Isaac agreed. They named the boy Isoba and raised him in the states for the first few years of his life until Isaac got his degree, at which point he had married Gloria and the little family moved back to Somalia.
Growing up was a dream for Isoba. He lived in a huge house with just about anything a young boy could want. Horses, an indoor swimming pool, an entire wing of the house dedicated to books where he really spent most of his spare time devouring knowledge. Almost as soon as he could walk Isaac put his son on a training regiment, determined to make the boy stronger and smarter than even himself so that he could live a long, fruitful life and make just decisions. Isoba adapted to it like a turtle who managed not to get eaten on its journey to the ocean, insisting on more lessons and more training and dedicating himself to it. His parents couldn't be prouder. As a child of Athena, Isoba always knew that Gloria wasn't his biological mother, but she was the one who raised him so as far as he was concerned she was his real mother.
When he was eleven years old his mother came back from a visit to America laden with child, and while both his parents told him that his younger sibling was Isaac's, Isoba knew his mother hadn't been faithful. He said nothing, though, figuring that it was balancing out his father's unfaithfulness all those years ago, and when his younger brother Amadi was born he made sure to never mention it to the child even while he was an infant, lest the boy worry. It was also around this time that a messenger from Camp Halfblood, a tree nymph, tried to convince him to come join the camp. Isoba politely but firmly refused, pointing out how far away America was and how little he was affected by such things living in Somalia which, if it was a monster infested land, was not infested by the monsters of the Greeks and Romans and thus was not a danger to him. The nymph eventually gave up, though promised that in a year someone would return to ask him again, and left mentioning that one day someone would come for his younger brother.
Isoba wasn't as perturbed by that as he perhaps should have been. After all, his mother was amazing, it was only natural that she'd attract the attention of a god. And watching his younger brother grow as a fighter combined with his ill-temper it became obvious that Amadi had been sired by Ares. Still Isoba said nothing, turning the messenger away whenever one showed up and deciding to allow Amadi the opportunity to make his own decision when the time came.
When the civil war began and their father murdered in the fire that burned their mansion down, Isoba knew that it was time to put his demi-godly skills into work. Taking the place at his mother's right side as the man of his family, together the two eldest Dumisanis began to gather what was at that point many groups of chaotic individuals and turning them into a viable army. When his mother went missing, presumed dead, Isoba gave himself no time to grieve, trying to stand strong for himself, for Amadi, and for his country and he continued to fight on. Though he knew that Amadi was young, he allowed his brother to fight with the reasoning that, as the son of war, it wasn't like allowing a normal ten year old to fight. And for two years it seemed to be true, up until he got wind of his brother's capture and found him surrounded by carnage and bleeding out in a shack. It was then, realizing how little his brother was, that Isoba regretted his earlier decision and sent Amadi to live with his grandparents in America.
The war itself had been raging well for his side since then. The government forces dwindle as time goes on and support for them dwindled even faster. Victory was in his grasp and yet still Isoba couldn't be happy. His brother was missing, possibly dead, because he sent him away. Still, he couldn't abandon his country in its time of need. Athena, taking some pity on her son, came to him in a dream and told him that his little brother was at Camp Halfblood. Feeling better, though still uneasy, Isoba continued on with the last leg of the war until victory was obtained. His enemies and allies alike were awwed when Athena chose the moment of victory to display her symbol over Isoba's head officially claiming him. With the war won, his part was over. His cousin Adisa was the politician, not him. He began his journey to Camp Halfblood, confident he could be useful in teaching hand to hand, strategy, or bladework.
Mortal Parent: Gunjuu Dumisani- dead
Other Family: Gloria Dumisani- stepmother, dead
Amadi Dumisani- little stepbrother, alive..
And Finally...
I, PUCK, have made this entirely up. I did not rip somebody else’s application from any site, and have followed the rules accordingly.
And…? Yes
