Post by Vincent Xavier Valence on Jul 22, 2013 11:43:32 GMT -5
`` out of character
Alias: Irin
Age: sixteen
Roleplay Experience: um four to five years I think
How Did You Find Us?: caution 2.0
Activity Level: I'm not sure right now, honestly. I'm going to be moving soon so I may be rather sporadic after that
Other Characters: None!
RP Sample:At the apology, Angie seemed to deflate almost immediately, pouting slightly as she eyed the two. She clucked her tongue absently, and almost immediately, Twitch bounded down from his perch and skittered across the floor to launch himself up her coat and perch back on her shoulder, dropping the quarter daintily into her outstretched hand. "Thank you, Twitch." Angie hummed as she tucked the coin away, letting it jingle pleasantly in her pocket for a moment as the squirrel chattered a reply. "You're welcomewelcomewelcome!" The hyperactive squirrel sang out, bushy tail twitching as he bounced on her shoulder.
But the magician only nodded as she twitched bright purple ears. "It's quite all right." She responded easily, "Maybe I can help set up?" She needed to kill time, after all. And Twitch seemed to like these two. The idea of being a leprechaun did seem to excite him. Of course, everything excited the hyperactive squirrel. Hmm.
"Do you guys have any green fabric around?" Angie tapped her chin, examining the squirrel on her shoulder. "I want to see if I can get Twitch a leprechaun costume. What do you think of that, Twitch? I bet it would look cute..." She trailed off consideringly as the squirrel replied enthusiastically, something along the lines of "YESYESYESYESYESYESYES!"
Good lord. Sometimes he could be a little stressful.
Angie rubbed her forehead for a moment, trying to stave off the headache that was lurking around the corner if Twitch kept 'shouting.'
She shook her head slightly after a moment, purple ears flicking about. "Anyways. The names Angora Hopps, magician extraordinaire." She gave a slight bow, barely stifling a giggle when Twitch nearly fell. "And the squirrel's just Twitch." She straightened to her full height, offering Twitch a hand to perch on. He grumbled irritably about how rude she was as he settled down there, tiny claws pricking at her skin as he examined the two humans.
"I'm here for the talent show, in case you couldn't tell."
`` basic information
Full Name: Vincent Xavier Valence
Gender: Male
Birthday: August 24th, 1995
Age: Seventeen
Camp Experience: 4 years
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Claimed?: Yes
Divine Parent: Ares
Playby Name: Josh Beech
`` specifics
Personality Description: He's not your typical son of Ares. No, Vincent is not fire and brimstone and passion, ready to fight no matter what. Instead, he is ice. Cold, calculated, and controlled, Vincent does not rush into things. He sits back, he watches, he listens, and then he acts. This does not make him any less dangerous than his fiery counterparts, however. No, in many cases, he can be that much more dangerous because he has weighed the situation and found the best course of action, one that may not have been discovered had he rushed straight into things. Every action that Vincent makes has been thought through. He will not make any action unless it has been entirely thought through. The spur of the moment is not exactly his thing.
Typically pretty laid back, Vincent can be fairly easy to get along with. He's not inclined to get involved in arguments and tends to stay out of camp disputes. He's difficult to get excited, but is generally easy to get along with. He picks his battles, unlike a few of his comrades at Camp Halfblood, and is usually pretty calm. He is also more quiet than most, keeping his thoughts to himself unless he feels he has much to contribute to the conversation. This reserved nature is not to be mistaken for weakness, however. His cool demeanor only hides ice beneath his skin.
When angered, Vincent becomes only more cold. It's difficult to anger him, as he's fairly laid back, but when he's pissed, it's best to watch out, as Vincent's anger is a fiercely cold thing. He uses it, instead of letting it use him. His anger manifests itself in him finding weaknesses, both physical and mental, finding what can bring a person down and destroy them. His anger is an icy knife that he uses to lash out when people are down, seizing upon those weaknesses and seeking to destroy. He capitalizes upon weakness and he is not a merciful person. Vincent never lets go of grudges, and though he is quite capable of putting them aside, they never leave him until he has taken his revenge. And as a son of the god of war, he is quite capable of getting his revenge.
But beneath all of that, Vincent is more complex than he might seem. He is not all ice. He does have a heart, and though Vincent is a guarded creature, it is there. It would take persistence to find what Vincent has hidden so well, but he is capable of caring about others, though he may not seem to be at first. He's got a short list of friends, but those few friends that he has will have a protector and friend forever.
Powers: excellent fighter, faster (even than the average demigod) reflexes, finds it easy to learn how to use weapons
`` history & family
Personal History: Sidra Valence was a warrior, though not in the most traditional of senses. Her battles were fought with words, not with weapons, and she campaigned for the rights of all who had been trodden down and who did not have the same advantages that she had had, having been born to an upper class family. And when her campaigns caught the gaze of the god of war, she did not recognize him for what he was. She thought him merely a rich suitor, one that she paid little attention to as he tried to catch her gaze with those displays of his macho abilities. But Sidra cared little for such things. It was only when, on one of her many crusades, that she found herself in the wrong part of town and 'Xavier,' as Ares called himself, came to her aid as things went south, that she paid any attention to him. After that, it went as such things did. Xavier romanced her with ease, and then left her in the night with a child in her body and a family unsure of what to do.
The Valence family did not approve of their daughter sullying her good name in such a manner, but they were family. What else could they do but welcome the child? There were a few grumblings, of course, but the Valences loved each others. They had their differences, but they loved each other. And so, Vincent Xavier was born into a happy home, if not the most traditional of homes. His grandparents insisted that he call them by their first names - they were 'too young to be grandparents,' the couple claimed, the only dig that they made at their daughter for becoming pregnant so young. And so Vincent was raised by his mother, and Isabelle and Jason. It was perhaps not the most traditional of situations, but nothing about Vincent was traditional. He was often found playing with kitchen knives, as a child, always jumping around like he expected someone to be leaping around the corner with a gun.
There was no tragic accident in his past to make him the way that he is now. No, Vincent was always reserved, always keeping his thoughts and feelings to himself. He struggled a lot with his dyslexia as he grew, but kept that mostly to himself. He picked a lot of fights, once he started school, learning easily from his silent observations what would upset his fellow classmates the most and using it without qualms. Time and time again, his mother tried to understand why, but the self-proclaimed protector of the small could not understand why her warlike son managed to escape scrape after scrape with barely any wounds while his opponents were bloodied and broken. She could never understand why one would want to hurt another, nor how Vincent could be so effective at it (it was like he was created for this, this fighting--no, this war), and finally it seemed like she would have no other options.
At the age of thirteen, Vincent was sent to a small, private boarding school in Maine. If he got in one more fight, he would be taken out of school for the year and spent the year in therapy. Vincent was not looking forward to that, and fully intended to not do anything that year. But fighting had focused him, had allowed him to learn in the classroom. He had burned off excess energy in that manner and it had let him focus. But now, Vincent was restless, twitching in every class and his grades were slipping. His mother grew anxious, threatening to pull him out of the school, and a little more than six months after his arrival, a monster spotted him. It was in the guise of a fellow student, and Vincent was hesitant to fight it, his mother's words ringing in his ears. One more fight and he would be in therapy for a year. But luckily, someone else came to his aid. A younger, short student who managed to make quick work of this student, kicking him halfway to Mount Rushmore.
And the student introduced himself as a satyr, and told Vincent that he was there to take him to a place called Camp Halfblood. He arrived there when he was thirteen, but spent another three months as an unclaimed demigod until Ares claimde him. After that, he made the move to the Ares cabin and spent his summers at Camp Halfblood. His mother knew a little of what was going on, and her parents even less. They were all mostly just glad that Vincent would no longer be their problem. Though they loved him, they did not understand them, and it was agreed upon with ease that Camp Halfblood was the best place for Vincent to be.
He spent the next few years there, his life passing in the manner of a demigod's. He trained and he learned of his heritage and he trained a little more. Here, his natural way with fighting helped him only a little, and Vincent learned to hone his talents, both physical and mental. In Camp Halfblood, he blossomed.
Mortal Parent: Sidra Valence
Other Family: Isabelle Valence - grandmother
Jason Valence - grandfather
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Did you collaborate with another member on this application? If so, who?: no I did not
