Post by Michael Mullenix on Jul 31, 2013 18:39:53 GMT -5
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Alias: Umbra
Age: 23
Roleplay Experience: 8
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Activity Level: Atleast twice a week
Other Characters: None
RP Sample:Michael looked out at the camp that he had known as home for three years now. He wondered if his mom had explained his absence away somehow, hell he just wondered how she was doing. She had lost both children in less than a year, one to death whiles the other to depression and then being sent away for his safety. What he would give to show her how much he had grown, how strong he was and how confident he had become. His father had told him once that going after the Cyclops who had killed his sister was very unwise, yet it still ate at him. Would his mother agree with Hephaestus? Or would she demand the blood of the ancient creature to? This question often bugged him and even now, in the early morning when most of his brothers and sisters and everyone else was asleep, he found himself sitting on half-blood hill wondering the same thing over and over again.
Leading up to this moment wasn’t that big of a deal of course. He had woken up early in the morning like he always did and went for a jog before ending up at the hill, where he collapsed and watched the sun rise above the Greek demigod camp. So many here had been in similar or even worse situations then he had been when he had gotten to the camp. He had heard one story of a girl who was drug here half dead after being attacked by a Hell hound. While another kid had been shipped here from his wealthy parents house because he had a nack for impressing older ladies and getting they’re money before swearing to a court that they had approached him for sexual favors. No matter how you sliced it each demigod lived atleast a small bit like they’re parents. Michael’s issue was he was to much of a loner, to hell bent on his revenge to even pay attention to most of his brothers and sisters. It was something he needed to change, something his sister would have said he shouldn’t be doing. She would’ve been so upset with how he was now. He could only imagine how she was looking at him from Elysium, which he had no doubt she had made it to. Maybe it was time to actually step up and try, maybe it was even good for him.
Michael sighed and pulled his knees to his chest, then pushed his hair back out of his eyes. It was time to actually make a fool of himself on purpose. Maybe even meet some of the girls he had caught staring at him when he would walk back to his cabin shirtless. Maybe he could even get a sparing buddy in the arena instead of going out to the woods and killing everything he could get his hands on. Maybe even someone who would be willing to help him lose this feeling of needed revenge……he needed to figure this out….he really did.
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Full Name: Michael Mullenix
Gender: Male
Birthday: August 5th, 1995
Age:17
Camp Experience: 3 years
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Claimed?: Yes
Divine Parent: Hephaestus
Playby Name: Thomas Dekker
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Personality Description: ]: Michaels personality is one of controlled rebellion. He knows who his father is and he respects him, respects all of the Olympians as such. Yet he has no issue standing as a man in the face of things that demi-gods face. Unlike most, his idols are both Achillies and Perseus, demi-gods who knew they’re power but relied on themselves to use it. This however doesn’t make him arrogant because even he knows his limits. However this doesn’t stop him from stirring up some chaos from time to time. He is a more chaotic-good then anything.
Even with his chaotic, Anarchist like attitude Michael does have a soft side. Children are probably his biggest form of kryptonite, having lost his sister when she was only three he is very protective of children and any he comes across he will spoil to the point of to much. Other then this he is also very loyal to those who can get passed and withstand his chaos. He is willing to die for those whom he trusts and hopes that they feel the same.
Powers:
Natural blacksmiths. (If possible Michael Focus’s on weapons and armor)
Heat/fire resistance.
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Personal History: Michaels story is like most half-bloods. From a young age many people found him slightly odd. His mother however knew of what her son was, knew of who his father had been and knew what her son would become. She feared for him, but knew better then to interfere. When he was five she caught him in the kitchen heating her spoons over the gas stove and attempting to beat them flat with a meat tenderizer. Instead of freaking out and punishing her son like most parents would do she insisted on getting him started in metalworking classes at they’re local recreation center. When he got to around ten Michael got into a fight at school, and instead of punishing him like the school had done his mother sat him down and explained something important to him, honor. She explained that he should only fight if its necessary, or it was to protect those that he loves. She explained that attacking from someone behind was not honorable and was a horrible thing. For a ten year old this was a lot to compute in one sit down. He was confused why his mom would talk about all this when all his teachers had done was talk sternly to him and tell him how wrong he had been.
That was when HE showed up though. In the middle of his mother struggling to explain to her son things he could not understand there was a knock at the door. His mother stood and walked over to it opening it and almost collapsed out of shock at who was standing there. Michael saw his mother shaking and holding herself up at the door and ran to her aid. Who was this guy who was scaring her? Even at a young age he didn’t care if they were scary, or they had a gun, he would protect his mommy and his little sister no matter what. Though when he reached the door he found himself facing a man in a jumpsuit like the people in his moms work wore when they were working on cars. He had seen mommy put it on many times and had even once asked her out of confusion why she was wearing something that looked like his footy pajamas. She had laughed and said she wore it to work to keep all the ucky stuff off her clothes. This guy though looked like he wore one all the time. It was stretched over a muscular frame that was interrupted by what seemed to be scars and old injuries that left the man looking like he had been in a horrible car crash. His leg was in a metal brace that Michael somehow knew was called bronze.
Michael was so shocked by his appearance that at first he couldn’t speak. Only when the man had finally looked down at him and forced a smile crossed the badly beaten up face did Michael regain himself. The man explained that his name was Hephaestus, and that he was his father. The boy was scared and confused, even more so when his mother let the man walk in and sit on the couch. How was it that this guy who he had never seen in his life was walking in here like he had been here before? Even worse his mother was allowing it, was actually catering to him by asking him if he wanted a drink or anything.
“You cant be my father! If you were you would be here with mom and not gone!” Michael wasn’t surprised by his own anger, he didn’t know this guy and he seemed to be now walking in here like he owned the place!?!? Carol his mother tried to quiet him but the guy held up his hand and leaned down to look at the little kid in the eyes. “Your defiant, a lot like me. Will you protect your mother no matter what?” The words had come out in a shockingly calm voice and the boy didn’t know how to take it. He nodded, which seemed to confirm whatever the man had been thinking. “Let me tell you some secrets boy. Just between you and me. I am your dad, and I am really sorry I haven’t been here to take care of you. My life is….difficult and people down usually like someone looking like me to be around.” He whipped his face like he was trying to whipe away the scars and deformations that Michael could see very clearly. “Another thing, your going to grow strong and fight like a hero when your older.” Michael had perked up at that. He knew of a guy who had worked with his mom and joined the army. He had told Michael the same thing and had made the boy determined to join when he was old enough.
“Like a soldier? Like in the army?” This seemed to bring pause to the man who was claiming to be his dad. The man stared him hard in the eyes with a look of sadness for some time before speaking again. “Something like that, but not with guns boy. No you will learn how to make and wield swords and do things only another demi-god named Achillies could do. I only wish I knew your future so that you would not end up like that great man.” The name had confused him at that point but as he grew older Michael found that he took to that name well. He did research on the name and found out what a demi-god was. He joined martial arts classes and even learned basic sword play. It wasn’t till he was thirteen though that things changed for the worse for him.
Michael had been walking home from a class based on Israeli martial arts with his little sister Lilly who had come to watch him when a man approached them. This man growled and demanded that Michael come with him. After refusing, the man barreled towards Michael slamming into him and throwing him across the small alley they were in. Lilley, scared but not terrified, punched at the mans legs, screaming for him to leave her big brother alone. Yet this….man….no this monster did not take pity on the child. Instead he grabbed the little girl by her throat and crushed her wind pipe, throwing her lifeless body to the side and resuming his attack on Michael. To this day Michael still blames himself for his sister’s death. He watched her lifeless body fall to the ground and was immediately filled with a rage beyond anything he had ever felt. With his own bare hands he attacked the man, fighting him off until the man stumbled back and Michael was able to overpower him and break his neck.
Even after the Cyclops had dissolved into dust Michael couldn’t focus. The weird death of this evil thing was lost to him, the only thing he could see was his sisters lifeless form on the ground. He gingerly picked her up and carried her body to his family’s apartment. After reaching his mother he tearfully explained everything and told her how his sister had died.
It took a full year for Michael to leave his room. His morning went on until one day a man showed up to his family’s house in a wheelchair. He had talked to Michaels mother for long hours that day, explaining things that he couldn’t hear because he was in his room. But when it was all done the man came to his room and told him things that took a while to sink in.
“Hello Michael, my name is Chiron. Your father has sent me to take you to a camp that will keep you safe. A place where you can train and hone your skills as a son of Hepheastus.” At the name of his father Michael turned to the man and looked him dead in the eyes. It might have been pure loathing in his words but he still doesn’t remember. “Can I learn how to fight? How to kill monsters like Achillies?” Whatever his voice had sounded like it seemed to slightly bother the man. None the less the man nodded and sighed. “ I was told you idolized that hero. I now understand why your father got you the present he did. NO matter. What I want you to do is pack your things. We will leave tonight after dinner.”
Since then Michael has worked hard in both the forges and in the practice arena. He has gone alone into the forests of camp half-blood to fight monsters on his own. Hephaestus even visited him three days after he had arrived at camp and presented him with a leather jacket. He explained that it was a magical jacket, that at the will of the wearer, would turn into a suit of Greek armor that was a working replica of Achillies armor.
His anger has ebbed away but he still thinks of his sister, still tells stories about the little girl to his new found brothers and sisters that he shares a cabin year round with. Another thought however still plays in his mind. The last thing his father had said before leaving from giving him the jacket.
“Soon, your going to fight in a war that will be greater than any war ever fought on this earth. Your hero once did the same. Please my son do not meet his fate.”
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Mortal Parent: Laura Mullenix
Other Family:
Susan Mullenix (X)
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