Post by Masego Kwame on Oct 12, 2012 17:44:14 GMT -5
MASEGO SIMBA KWAME
Out of Character
Alias: Jeri
Age: 19
Gender: Female
RP Experience: Roughly ten/eleven years, counting neopets.
How Did You Find Us?: Google!
Activity Level: Daily, really, unless I say otherwise, but’s that’s mostly a weekend thing every other week. I’ll let ya’ll know ahead of time.
Other Characters: None yet.
Keyword in Rules: Verified by Ana
RP Sample:It wasn’t often that people bothered to sneak into his bed chambers while he slept – he was notorious for ripping the poor maids in figurative halves for waking him up. He was a very grumpy riser, unless it was done in a particular way, and not many bothered with that way. He could never bring himself to be a grump to his liege, but his brothers, yes, they got it. For about an hour after he woke up, if they bothered him in that frame of time.
Having finished one of his many irrigation projects in one of the larger cities that was technically under his jurisdiction around dinner time, he’d gotten to sleep blissfully early, having dealt with idiots and the like for the whole of the day as his brothers went around their own business. The only reason that he’d had to be there in the first place was because they couldn’t figure out the mechanism to get the water flow to stop in the event of a particularly hard rain – it wouldn’t do to have the crops drowning because they couldn’t figure out which dam to drop into the small canals.
His dreams, as per usual, were filled with magical princess of distant stars – one in particular, also as per usual. Fantastical stories of serpents and ice and his beautiful love filled this particular night’s adventures, along with, for some reason, the canal system that he’d been working on in the day. Oh, the things that the mind could mix together. He stirred, contemplating that (of course, knowing that his dreams were exactly that, dreams, he most often found himself wondering where particular elements of them came from) inside his sleep, ending up rolling over onto his back. Sleeping soundly, he had no way to notice the intruder creeping into the building.
If it had been anyone but her, he would have openly called it impossible. Of course, though, now that she’d done it, he knew that it was possible, and was going to have to become a lighter sleeper. It wouldn’t do to have someone breaking in through his window, creeping past him in his slumbers, and having to be stopped by one of his brothers. He’d never hear the end of it. Of course, he didn’t have time to really contemplate any of that, as he was still sleeping soundly,
The moment her lips touched his, his eyes were open, and had he not required a moment to process exactly what was happening, he very well might have shouted. Of course, since his mouth was occupied, that was fair close to extremely difficult, but once that moment of sleep-induced stupor was over, he had to admit that this was by far the best way he had ever been awakened and that he was certain that he would very much like for it to become a regular occurance.
Once she pulled away, he allowed a sigh and a grin. ”It’s not often that I’m awoken in the middle of the night by a kiss from an angel cloaked in black... Or, well, blue.” He sat up, rolling his shoulders and finally wondering how in the hell she even got in. His door did in fact creak, and his brothers could easily testify that that simple sound was enough to wake him. He reached over and lit the lamp beside his bed quickly, the light illuminating nothing out of place. His eyes roamed the room, then fell back on her, sleep still evident in his face and voice, brain trying to work on very short notice. ”How…?”
He ran a hand through his hair, accidentally undoing it in the process. ”You actually did it. Why did I ever doubt…” He laughed softly, looking around again with no small measure of incredulity. Of course she could do it – who was he even trying to kid.
General Information
Full Name: Masego Simba Kwame
Gender: Male
Birthday: 05/08/1971
Age: Forty-one.
Camp Experience: First came to camp when he was eight years old. You do the math.
Sexual Orientation: Straight.
Claim Status: Yep!
Divine Parent: Demeter, with an Ares legacy on the side. ;3
Looks
Hair: He’s kinda bald, so there’s not much information here. When he does have some fuzz going on, he shaves it due to his excessive receeding hairline. He’ll occasionally grow a goatee, but a few of the satyrs have generally told him that it looks hilarious, so he usually doesn’t keep it for long.
Eyes: Brown, rather squinted eyes. He wears glasses, though you’ll see him out of them as much as you see him in them. He’s got some very heavy laugh lines around his eyes.
Height: Six feet four inches.
Weight: 263 lbs.
Picture: Click
Playby: Taye Diggs
Dressing Style:
Stylishly, yet comfortably. Of course, when he thinks ‘stylish,’ he doesn’t think name-brand or price. He thinks of nice looking things. Not quite ‘job interview’ clothes, but nice enough that he wouldn’t be hesitant to be seen in public. He does hate shoes, so he is known for running around barefoot, but as he never really goes in the forges and is made to put on shoes when he visits the stables, that seems to be alright.
General Appearance:
Mase is generally clean-cut, well groomed, and grinning. His personality and self-worth are evident in the way he carries himself and how he interacts with other people. He’ll always meet your eyes when speaking to you. He carries himself as a man of his stature generally will – with an air of intimidation behind him. He’s a large man, and he is not afraid to make that known. His African heritage is sometimes evident in his clothing choice – he’ll wear as much of the traditional clothing of his father’s homeland as he wants, when he gets in the mood.
What Makes Them Them
Personality Description:
Mase is pretty much a child stuck in an 'old fart's' body. He's constantly known to lament his troubled body, moaning of aches and pains and the horrific process of growing old. He'll then bust out laughing, because frankly, he's in great shape for a forty year old man. He's easily the oldest counselor at the camp (seeing as how he was a counselor for some of the counselors back in his day, he laments this fact often too) but in all honesty, doesn't mind it. As with most children of Demeter, he's a natural at all things plant-involved, and he's got a skill with people as well. Some of the campers who have yet to be claimed consider him a father figure, and he goes out of his way to 'hang' with the younger ones. He knows how scary life can be. He can't stand bullies - that's where the Ares in him sparks up. Bullies, unfair fights - he very clearly inherited his great-grandfather's sense of nobility in battle. He likes animals, telling stories, pulling pranks.... Really, he's just a teenager whose a few years past his prime.
Likes:
Kids, Plants, Dogs, Horses/Pegasi, Fish, Birds, Lions, cats in general, good dreams, his mother, springtime, video games, comic books, theatre, the sound a microwave makes when it’s done, cookie dough, vegetables, strawberries, Cheetos, playing paper-wad basketball, the arena, his daggers, coffee, tea, dirt/mud, nymphs, babies, apple juice, his siblings, satyrs, air conditioning.
Dislikes:
Super old people, fire, nightmares, racist people, autumn, the sound a microwave makes when it’s cooking, bananas, yams, coconuts, rice cakes, bluegrass music, the forges, archery, chocolate, being indoors for long periods of time, people talking bad about his wife, little cars, sharks, jellyfish, sea monsters, monsters in general, things with tentacles, gross smells, desk lamps, tobacco, sunflower seeds, sharpies, winter.
Fears: Claustrophobia(small spaces/immobility), Cryophobia (freezing to death), wasps.
Secrets: His wife died in a car accident six years ago, which is why he came back to camp.
Ambitions: Live until he’s sixty, change one person’s life.
Powers: Chlorokinesis Major, alongside the ability to cook like a pro and the typical demigod powers. Being as old as he is, he’s had plenty of time to work on those, so he’s kind of a bamf. Natural fighter, all that jazz, from Ares, though he's not really a fighter so much as a protector.
Family and History
Personal History:
Masego's grandfather was the son of Ares.
That's one of the most important things you need to know about him. He himself is the son of Demeter, which is weird enough, in his own mind, because the times he's met his mother, she's been in the form of a little brunette woman. Anyway, back to the story - yeah, Pappa was the son of Ares. He lived in a village that had yet to be totally tainted by modern rule of missionaries, deep in Uganda. Long story short, the missionaries came, followed by the military, and Masego's grandfather was shot dead. His son had just been born, and his wife had nearly died in the process. He hadn't been there for her through the labor process, too excited at the prospect of guerrilla warfare. He would defend his village from the military, he swore on his life. Somewhere during that week long battle in the jungle, the son of Ares lost his humanity and ordered the attack on one of the military camps, which at the time was full of women and a few children. As the military troops themselves were out hunting for the guerrillas, there was no one save a group of five men to defend them. There were no survivors.
The man that put a gun to Masego's grandfather's head was none other than Ares himself. Disgusted by his son's actions and aware that there was no coming back from that line that he had crossed, he'd taken care of the problem. He'd then paid his technical daughter-in-law and grandson a visit, telling her all the stories and giving her the information she'd need to keep her son safe. And safe she kept him.
Akume Kwadari was a teacher. After his village was turned into a more modern town, once he'd learned to use his legacy to defend his family, he got married. He had two children with his wife before she caught malaria and passed away - Chinua and Zola, twins. Nearly four years later, he met a woman whose race he couldn't identify, with what he says were the most beautiful green eyes he had ever seen - Demeter.
His devotion to his family, even in the face of losing everything he'd worked his whole life for, caught her attention. Needless to say, Masego was born out of this union, and Akume and his three children moved to the United States, where Akume began teaching African Studies at the University of Philadelphia. Masego's childhood was happy, for the most part - he went to Camp Half Blood for the summers until he was fourteen, and then he became a year-round camper, occasionally going to visit his father and siblings. He went to a correspondence school, became a teacher like his father, got married when he was twenty four. His wife, due to a medical condition, was unable to have children, so naturally, the pair used their extra rooms for foster children. For a life of constant peril outside Camp borders, his was simple and nice.
When he was thirty five years old, his wife died in a car accident. As they had no foster children at that time, he was left alone. After his mourning period, he decided to make use of himself again - he contacted Chiron, who was happy to have him come back to the camp as a counselor. And that, my friends, is where we are today.
Mortal Parent: Akume Kwadari ( father)
Other Family:
Chinua Kwadari ( half-brother)
Zola Kwadari (half-sister)
Alana Kwame (deceased, wife)
And Finally...
I, JERI, have made this entirely up. I did not rip somebody else’s application from any site, and have followed the rules accordingly.
And…? Yes.
