Post by owen on Aug 13, 2013 0:36:03 GMT -5
`` out of character
Alias: Brady
Age: 19
Roleplay Experience: Like a year?
How Did You Find Us?: Advertised on my siteDeadly Instincts
Activity Level:Almost everyday
Other Characters: N/A
RP Sample:"Give me a gun and I'll happily pull the trigger."She added as much attitude as she could muster into that sentence. She had figured things like this would happen, her life hasn't been happy princess as it once was, it was like her life took a nose dive into terrible. She stared at Issac as he began to speak, and she thought of all the other things she'd rather do than spend her hour next to him like brushing a homeless mans teeth, or giving away some of her shoes. It was that bad. "Well, at least you can get one thing right, I do hate you." Boy, if looks could kill she figured Issac would be dead about ten times now. She ruffled through her binder and began to pull out the papers Mr. Harris wanted her to go over with Issac, and she figured she might as well have a bit of fun since she was practically in hell right now.
That papers laid out in front of Issac and Lydia were about two chapters ahead of what Issac should have been studying, Lydia figured that since he needed tutoring he wouldn't know what the heck these problems even wanted. Pulling out a pencil from her purse she handed it to Issac. "Alright, killer, you have ten minutes to solve as many of these as possible. Tick tock though, the clock is ticking." she hit the timer on her phone as she watched the seconds speed by as the the ten minute countdown began. She should feel bad that she was being a bitch to him, but he did try to kill her, so she figured she was entitled to a little torture of her own. Besides, she liked showing off how smart she was compared to other people. It was kind of a relief when she announced her gift of knowledge. It gave Lydia a rush of power when she could solve the problems before other people.
She began to tap her foot against the leg of the desk as she watched Issac work, and she knew now why Mr. Harris had signed him up for tutoring, and luckily for him Lydia had to actually help him, so hopefully she could get some knowledge through that thick skull of his. "So, when i correct your problems, and I will, can you try to resist the urge to try and murder me, again?!" Lydia made no attempt to hide her disgust that filled her voice, there was some things you couldn't forgive people for so easily, Issac had a lot to do before Lydia didn't picture putting a shock collar on him, which was a lot. She could practically picture it no, Issac howling on the full moon only to receive vicious amounts of electricity straight to his vocal cords. Lydia couldn't deny it made for a funny picture, although the likely hood of her putting on the collar was a whole different story.
`` basic information
Full Name: Owen James Matthews
Gender: Male
Birthday: June 21st, 1996
Age: 17
Camp Experience: Two Years
Sexual Orientation: Homosexual
Claimed?: Yes
Divine Parent: Apollo
Playby Name: Garrett Clayton
Demigod
Personality Description: Owen is as stubborn as a mule. Once he decides something, it's really rather difficult to move him. No matter what your argument, he usually doesn't realize that he's wrong until everything….. goes wrong. But when he's right, he can be very snotty about it, sometimes going so far as to walk around with a smug smile, and eyebrow wiggle for weeks. On the other hand, he is very anti-social. When in the social outing, he is very quiet, and seems to be always daydreaming, since he has such a hard time making friends, he always treasures what little ones he does make. For this reason, he is often labeled as arrogant, where as the actuality is, he doesn't quite know how to interact with others.
He is very quiet, enjoying silence more than words, because that is what he is used too. He doesn't really have a happy aura either. It's more like he is submissive to life or death. He has a heavy weight on his chest, and it feels like he could sink into the earth and just keep going until he fell out the other side. He's also angry a lot, because of what he caused, and what befell his family because of him. He doesn't laugh or smile a lot anymore. And when he does smile, it's more like the ghost of an expression, and whatever that spark was that was once in his eyes is now gone.
He has resigned himself to a colourless life, as a sort of penance, and as such does not believe in love or anything for himself. He feels that he does not deserve it. He doesn't even bother thinking about the days before his lover died because it hurts him too much to think how he has become, and to think of him stings like getting boiling water poured all over him, and just taking the heat, inviting it in. Hurting himself, however, has never even occurred to him. It shows that somewhere, deep in there lies the happy Owen. If someone could only pull him out, maybe they could save him from himself.
Powers: Skilled in archery, healing powers, and does not know he has photokinesis
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