Post by Jamian Thomas McCovy on Jun 3, 2012 22:08:43 GMT -5
Jamian Thomas McCovy
Out of Character
Alias: Arinne/Aries
Age: OVER NINE THOUSAND!
Gender: Gender. /nods like it makes perfect sense/
RP Experience: Some >.>
How Did You Find Us?: OH! WE COULD BE THE STARRRRRSSS, FALLING FROM THE SKYYYYYY!!!
Activity Level: Once a day, people!
Other Characters: Amber James, Cinder Lynn, Regan Darkwood, Maxine Darke [coming soon: Eva Conners]
Keyword in Rules: Verified by Ana & Maria on PP
RP Sample:See.. uh... one of my threads?
General Information
Full Name: Jamian Thomas McCovy
Gender: Boy
Birthday: January 3rd,1995
Age: Seventeen.
Camp Experience: Roughly eight or nine years
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Claim Status: Yeah
Divine Parent: Hermes
Looks
Hair: Light brown, swept over his eyes and he pushes it out of his face most of the time.
Eyes: Bright, sparkling blue.
Height: 6'1''
Weight: 195Lbs
Picture: Look up there! /\ /\ /\
Playby: Sterling Knight
Dressing Style: He has a casual sense of style. Living with a women taught him to dress stylishly, but still casually. Jackets, t-shirts and jeans.
General Appearance: Jamian is cute. He's not overly gorgeous, more so just regular looking. There's noting special that defines him, he is just like any other guy his age.
What Makes Them Them
Personality Description: Jamian is sweet. He's the kind of guy you can talk too, because he lives to solve life issues, and totally understands. He'll try and give you advice, no longer how dumb your situation may seem to those around you, and even if it's stupid to him, he'll try and help you. Another reason that it's good to talk to him is because he can naturally make you laugh. He usually lightens the mood in any situation, yet is serious when he needs to be.
He, although, is not the sharpest tool in the shed. Jamian is naturally dumb. He has a good heart, and is loyal to all, but he is dumber than a sack of rocks. He was well educated, so most think he is smart, but really he isn't. When it comes to anything besides life problems and pranks, he can't figure it out.
He also can be sarcastic to the point of hurting your feelings. Of course, he doesn't mean too, but does a lot. He hates it, but he really can't conrol his big mouth. Once he starts going, he never stops. That usually leads to a hurt friend, or a offended aquantince.
He is sneeaaaakkky. Jamian seems to randomly materialize beside you because he is so quiet. He is the son of Hermes, god of messengers and thieves. Thieves = sneakiness. So, in a recap, he's well-educated, dumb, sneaky, sweet, loyal, understanding, funny.
Likes:
-Jokes
-Candy
-Gummi Worms (he's kind of obsessed...)
-Dogs
-Pie
-Food
-Being nice
-Music
-Friends
-Girls
Dislikes:
-Jerks
-Salad
-Guilt
-People who hurt other people
-Reading
Fears:
-Failing: His mom built him so that he could win, not lose, and losing would dissapoint his loved ones.
-Public Speaking: Oh, gods... having to get up in front of a big crowd? Torture.
-Torture: Slow and painful.
Secrets:
-He cried the first time his mom yelled at him.
Ambitions:
-Go on a quest
-Figure out what happened with Hermes and his mom that made her so distressed
-To grow up safely.
Powers: He is extremly sneaky and can read emotions well (Hermes = god of thieves. Thieves = they lie and are sneaky)
Family and History
Personal History:
Macy Moore was a girl who seemed to be falling in love with all the wrong guys. She had been abused mentally by ninety-five percent (she had eight overall) of her boyfriends and was abused both physically and mentally by the other five percent. She kept falling in love with those guys who could sweet-talk her, and not paying attention to their other traits.
Macy didn't see herself as the person most people made her out to be. Even though she was smarter than average, and actually very pretty, she saw herself as just another wide-eyed girl who made one wrong step after another. She didn't see how solving math problems that befuzzled (is befuzzled a word? Oh, whatever) most people and remembering history lessons from years ago could be all that great.
She was working as a subsitute teacher for math, science, and history depending on what needed to be done, while also working part time as a waitress in a small café. In New York City, 1992, Macy was working at her cafe job. She had just had another mentally abusive boyfriend last month, and she was tired of all the heartbreak.
Jacob McCovy (Hermes > Mercury > McCury > McCovy), or Hermes, decided that a big city seemed like a nice enough place. He had always enjoyed big cities; loud, and always a source for entertainment. He came into the small café upon arrival, as it seemed cozy.
He had ordered a cup of coffee with white chocolate shavings and extra whipped cream, with a chocolate danish. Macy Moore was his waitress, she came and served him his food and was about to leave when Hermes, or Jacob, asked her to sit with him.
Now, she was tired and it was late. She had worked over time all week, and her shift was almost over. Upon looking around, there seemed to not be enough people to worry about serving, so she accepted. If they were going to fire her, they would fire her. At this point, she didn't care. She was too tired and upset from her love life to care about anything, at the moment.
Hermes was taken with her. Her hair was dark chocolate brown, and her eyes were a light blue like the sky. Her face seemed to be put together in a way that made the sun bounce off of it and make her glow. There was no denying it: Macy Moore was beautiful.
''Sorry for distracting you from your break,'' Jacob/Hermes said as soon as she had sat down. ''I am just new here, in New York, I spent most of my day traveling... and I could really use a friend, to be honest,'' he continued, not taking his eyes from her face. It was a lie that had spent his day traveling, but he did want to get to know her, and he figured that would be a good place to start.
Macy smiled, but her heart wasn't in it. There was too much on her mind.
''It's okay, it was the end of my shift anyway...'' said Macy. ''And I know where you're coming from... I've been needing a friend lately, too.''
Hermes smiled and gave a small laugh. ''Then it's a win-win!'' he said, a bit loudly. Macy let out a giggle that led to her yawning quite loudly.
''Sorry... it's just been a long week,'' she said. Jacob -- or Hermes -- just smiled and touched her chin, tilting her chin up slightly and trying his best to be romantic without seeing like he was trying to do so. ''What is there to be sorry about?'' he asked. Macy pulled her lips tight, slightly pulling away from his hand just to look at the table and trace her finger in small circles on the dark wood.
She shrugged. ''Dunno,'' Macy said. That one word started a very long, awkward scilence that felt like ages, even though it was barely more than a minute. The scilence was broken by Macy, who had ADD, and couldn't take it any longer. She pulled away the hand that she was tapping on the table with, and stood up, pushing her chair back.
''Well, I have a long day tomorrow, so I should go. '' She said, already walking across the room. She wans't even halfway there when a hand was on her shoulder. Macy jumped, turning on her heel to face the young man.
''Here. My number.'' Jacob flashed her a hesitant smile. ''If you ever need a friend...'' he said, handing her a napkin with a phone number quickily scribbled on to it. Macy nodded and took it, smiling at him with her mouth, not her eyes. ''I will.''
So, Macy left with the phone number crinkled in her jacket pocket. She didn't think she would ever need it, so she never thought a second thing about that one night, which, little did she know, was going to alter her whole life.
A month later, one of her old boyfrineds came to her door. He was drunk and wanted her beauty. He showed up in a stolen car and literally busted the door getting in. Macy sat in her bedroom with her handgun and tried not to think about what he would do when he got in. She thought about getting out and running away, but then the cops would find him in the house, and assume that Macy helped him steal the car then ran before the cops showed up.
She was praying the police would show up before he was able to get in, as she had called them minutes before. Her boyfriend, Dustin, busted in thirteen minutes after he came, he was in the house. The cops where well on there way, but not soon enough.
Macy had her hand on the trigger of her fully loaded handgun as she sat under her bed, Dustin storming the house. She was crying, but not talking. When would the police get here? He called out to her as she tried not to make a sound. All she could hear was his screams, crashing furniture, and her heart pounding inside her chest.
After around fifteen minutes after Dustin came in, the police showed up. They raided in, it was just a few men with guns, but they arrested Dustin while Macy stayed under the bed. She didn't know what to do, so when she heard people walking around the house, looking for the owner of the house, and/or anyoone that be there, they came into the bedroom.
Macy burst out from under the bed and pointed her gun at two cops. She was shaking and crying, and when she saw it was them, she dropped her gun. The cops pointed there guns at the ground, and walked to her. She dropped to her knees, and went with them for her interrogation.
Six hours later, Macy came out of interrogation, and went home. She didn't know what to do, so she just stopped in her kitchen and fell on the ground, crying hysterically. This went on for a while before she decided to take a walk. Get her mind off things.
While she was putting her jacket on to go, a crumpled piece of paper fell out of the pocket. Curious, Macy picked it up. It was Hermes -- or Jacob as she had known him -- 's phone number. Overwhelmed with the need for a friend, Macy called him.
Hermes answered, knowing who she was by the voice he still hadn't forgotten. He answered, then accepted the invatiation to hang out with her quickly and happily. He was at her house (after given directions from Macy) within an hour.
They went on a walk where Macy spilled to him. He had a way where Macy just couldn't keep her mouth shut. He seemed to pry open her defenses with just his gaze. She told him about her bad boyfriends, and how the last one turned out violent. It all ended in the woods, with Macy on her knees crying her eyes out and Hermes, also on his knees, with his arms wrapped around her.
It was already dark by the time they made it back to her house. Macy didn't want him to leave, and he didn't want to leave either. They stayed there through the night, and Macy was afraid of him hurting her, but she, for once, didn't think he would. He was the biggest goofball she had ever met, and Macy loved that. He seemed to appreciate her talents and he made her laugh at the worst of times.
They spent more and more time together, and a lot of times they had stayed at one of theirs houses over night. Macy felt content with her relationship, and she even wanted to marry him after several months of what she swore was courtship.
She soon found out she was pregnant, and she met with Hermes to tell him. But she wasn't going to have a child before she got married, so she had a plan. She would ask him to marry her before she told him she was pregnant... it might be a little down-and-dirty, but it needed to happen.
Macy paced around in her kitchen, wearing the purple dress that Jacob loved so much. She was so nervouse that her heart seemed to be in her throat, and she could hear the blood rushing in her ears. She heard the doorbell ring, causing her to jump in her heels. Walking over with a slight clunk that came with each step, she answered the door to see Jacob McCovy.
''C'mon in,'' said Macy, her voice cracked a bit. Hermes laughed. ''All gussied up and no where to go.'' He said guestering to her outfit. Macy stood straight as a stick. ''I thought you like this outfit?'' She asked, a few swear words fluttering in her mind. ''Of course I do,'' he said. ''Everything looks great on you, though.'' He said, smiling. He leaned down and kissed her, and when he pulled back out, there was a black case in Macy's palm.
Hermes swallowed hard, knowing what was coming. Macy opened the lid to show two rings. ''Marry me.'' She said, her voice was barely a whisper. Hermes shook his head slightly. ''I-I can't.'' He was a god... he couldn't. He sometimes wanted to settle down and live in the mortal world, but he had to many immortal responsibilities.
''Why not? I love you. And you love me. I know it.'' Macy took Hermes hand and clenched it hard. ''I can't. I would... but I honestly can't.'' He replied. ''Jacob... you have too.'' She looked into his eyes, and Jacob saw a certain sadness that he hadn't noticed before. ''No!'' He said, a bit too loud, then he stepped away from her.
''No! I can't! You just have to trust me.'' He said in his same harsh tone. Macy started to cry and -- without realizing it -- grabbed Hermes's shoulders and shook them. ''How can I trust you if you won't marry me!?'' She practically screamed. Hermes made a short decision.
''I'm a god. I can't marry you, because I'm immortal. I'm sorry.'' Jacob said, running out, but at the door he stopped and looked at her. ''And, by the way, the name is Hermes.'' He said, then he continued running.
Macy fell on the ground, convinced that Hermes was either insane, or had just come up with a lie to get rid of her. Whichever it was, it made her cry. It had finally worked out with someone, and it turned out that it just failed. In a fit of rage, she took the rings and threw them against the wall, scattering them into cracks that she would never find them from. She would never find them.
A few monthes later, a baby boy she had named Jamian was born. Macy was upset that she wasn't married to Jacob when this happened, because it was giving her grief that her baby would be without a father. But everytime these thoughts encased her, she would remind herself of something. He was either insane or wanted to get rid of me, she would think. He would be no good for me or the baby.
At a very young age, Jamian was learning all that could be taught to him. Every night, his mom would read him math or history books to sleep, or just for fun reading. He started learning Spanish, and proper English by the age of three.
He was homeschooled, and very well educated. His mom didn't push him into learning things, but she did try to open it to him. Because of this, Jamian became willing to learn, and very appriciative of things most people his age wouldn't take a second glance at. But because of his dyslexia and ADD, he felt like he wasn't good enough. He tried to read the big books, but he could only unscramble enough to get the big picture, and he didn't understand the big picture because he didn't know the details.
He saw that his mom tried her hardest to educate him, but he just lacked the natural talent. He even sometimes felt like his mom gad wronged him, because he took the time to appricicate things that no one else his age would, and that deemed him a weirdo.
When he was eight, he spilled his Gummi Worms all over the kitchen. Jamian started to pick it up. He went into the cracks of the house, trying to find every last as to not be punished. But when his was under the counter, trying to get one that he saw, he came across something else.
He found a golden ring, it looked dangerously like a wedding ring. His fear of punishment overruled his curiosity, so he took it to his mom. All his mom did was yell at him. She told him that he never should have brought it to her, and that there where some things that are meant to be left alone. Now, being eight years old and having never been screamed at before, Jamian cried. Not balled, but he did shed a few tears.
As it turns out, at that very same moment, Hermes was planning to get Jamian to camp. He ran tho their door and put a package at his feet. He rung the doorbell, and waited for the door to be answered. When Macy Moore opened the door (I swear I'm not trying to rhyme), she let out a gasp. ''Jacob!?'' She said, not believeing her eyes.
''Jamian'sahalfblood,nowopenthepackage!'' He exclaimed, all in one breath. Without waiting for a reaction, he took off. He ran flat out away from her. Macy's anger was far beyond the breaking point. Without thinking, she threw the only thing that was in his hand at him. As it happened, that turned out to be the wedding ring she had given to him that Jamian had just found.
Jamian, who had been watching behind her mom that had just ran back into the house, saw the man he did not reconize turn around and pick up what was thrown at him. Jamian also saw him stop and hold still as he looked at the golden ring, then slip it in his pocket and keep running.
Jamian was confused. His mom never got angry! What was it about this guy that made her angry enough to throw things? All he was sure of, is that the guy he had seen wanted them to see what was in that box. So, being ignorrant, Jamian picked it up.
''Mom,'' he called. ''That guy left a package!''
''Don't touch it!'' His mom called back, her voice cracked from crying.
''Oops...'' Jamian said, feeling bad. ''Too late...''
Without a word, Macy walked up, her voice convorted in anger and sadness. She simply walked up, took the box from him, and walked away.* * * *
For the next month, Jamian wondered what was inside that box. He wanted to know who the man that came to their house was, and he wanted to figure out why is caused his mom so much emotional distress. His thoughts often lingered there, and he would daydream in school about the possibilities.
One day, when he was home alone, his curiosity came over him. He went into his moms room, took out the box and opened it. Inside, he saw two winged shoes, and a letter. Jamian thought the letter insignificant compared to the Chuck Taylors with wings attached. Thinking they could do him no harm, he picked up one of the shoes out of the box.
The shoe's wings fluttered, and the startled Jamian dropped them. Except, when he let go, they dropped a few inches then stayed in the air, the wings flapping fast. The other shoe flew out of the box and joined it's match in the air, just hovering there.
Mouth open, the boy just stared at them for who knows how long. He thought it was too strange to be true. He was shaken away from looking at them, when the sound of a door shutting sounded heavily from downstairs. '' 'Mian! I'm home!'' His mom called out.
''MOM!'' He shouted back. ''COME HERE!''
Macy made her way upstairs, wondering why her son was yelling for her. What she saw made her heart skip a beat. She did nothing but shoo her son out by yelling, and then she sat there and stared at the flying shoes. Once she was sure she was alone, she read the note.
The note explained how he was a god, and how the shoes where winged and could keep someone aloft with magic. It told that Jamian had to go to a camp -- and there where even directions from her house to the camp.
Macy listened. Now that she saw the magic shoes, she believed. The next day, she had Jamian pack his things, and she told him they where leaving. She wouldn't say where, just that they where going on a long trip. Jamian listened, he got in the car, and they drove to camp while Macy explained what was going on to her son.
Jamian went to camp, and on his first day, was claimed by Hermes. He developed strong bonds with his half-siblings, and he made many friends. Often times, people talked to him to vent. He spent most of his times with friends and even more time with his siblings.
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Mortal Parent: Macy Moore, mother, alive.
Other Family: ----
And Finally...
I, Arinne, have made this entirely up. I did not rip somebody else’s application from any site, and have followed the rules accordingly.
And…? Yes.
