Post by Amadi Dumisani on Oct 25, 2012 19:31:26 GMT -5
Amadi Dumisani
Out of Character
Alias: Puck
Age:FOREVER. Aka 22.
Gender: Berdache.
RP Experience: at least 5 to seven
How Did You Find Us?: another site
Activity Level: 4-6 days a week
Other Characters: nada
Keyword in Rules: Verified by Maria
RP Sample:If truth were to be told, the forge made Evra a bit nervous. There was no real reason for it; celestial bronze wasn't really any more dangerous to him then it was to any of the demigods or creatures here. It just seemed that most of them didn't seem to see it that way. He couldn't really blame them, the demigods and "light" creatures tended to have more to worry about from claws and jaws and fireballs than from celestial bronze. Hell, there was so much that could kill demigods it was a wonder they were afraid of anything at all.
Not Evra, though, he wasn't that carefree. His mother had made sure that he could recognize the smell of it before he was even literate enough to begin reading Ὀδύσσεια in case any wayward demigods came around when she wasn't home. He smiled to himself, that was almost ironic. Maybe. His English was good but sometimes he wasn't totally the sure the meaning of words...especially words that native speakers themselves seemed to constantly disagree on the proper meaning of. Still, he tended to avoid the arena whenever he could, except when one of his friends suggested they go train and he couldn't bring himself to try and make an excuse...just in case they caught on to his cowardice.
Luckily it hadn't mattered. He fought mostly with his claws, fangs and hair. If nothing else, he had the reflexes of a cobra, and that was useful. He had a celestial bronze weapon, of course, his simple paperclip that transformed into a dagger. The simple gift had been given to him a few weeks after he arrived at camp, Chiron had made it for the boy as a sort of 'sorry we kind of sent your mom to Tartarus and made you an orphan' present. Of course, at the time Evra hadn't quite figured that out yet, but hey, it was the thought that counted. Or something.
But yesterday he'd finally had to face the truth that he might just be outgrowing it. Or at least, needed something much more fit for range fighting. A quick shank in the side was good and well, after all, but when he was fighting someone with a Claymore...suddenly it didn't seem to matter whether or not he had a dagger or nothing at all. He would still end up hurt, and unlike his friends (or opponents) ambrosia was dangerous for him. And where would he go if he ended up in a real fight armed with just his dagger? Tartarus, like he just went on some sort of casual mini vacation to the deepest bowels of torment and despair, or Hades, where gods knew how they'd treat a demi-monster. Or even just someone who had no particular accomplishments to their name. No, all in all he needed to have a better weapon. Besides, he was now at the age where a tiny dagger was definitely something for a boy to be ashamed of.
Now...he just needed to know how to forge. Crap. He knew he forgot something. Evra stared sadly at the block of celestial bronze in front of him. He knew he could do it, if he could just remember watching the other kids...
General Information
Full Name: Amadi Dumisani
Gender: Boy
Birthday: November 18 1999
Age: 13
Camp Experience: Just arrived
Sexual Orientation: Gay
Claim Status: Yes.
Divine Parent: Ares.
Looks
Hair: Amadi straightens his hair about to his shoulders. It's black.
Eyes: brown eyes, nothing special
Height: 5' 0"
Weight: 100 lbs
Picture: Click
Playby: Kwesi Boayke
Dressing Style: Casual but consciencious. Amadi tries to be subtle about it, but he tries to dress to show off his toning, he picks colors (or shades of orange) that will compliment his skin and he tries to wear more covering things to cover his scars.
General Appearance: Amadi generally projects the air that he thinks he's about twice the size he actually is. His head is always held high and his face is usually anywhere from blank to vaguely angry.
What Makes Them Them
Personality Description: Amadi is an arrogant little punk, if we're going to put it politely. He thinks he's about three times as big as he is, and he swaggers like it. He's not a meat-head, exactly, even though he works hard to keep himself at the peak of physical prowess he also works hard to keep his mind sharp and clever. Amadi doesn't bother with tact, that's for lesser people. If he doesn't like you then you are damn well going to know it. He's also passionate, when he cares about something he puts his heart and soul into it.
Put-together. Amadi coordinates, and he does it well. Those jeans he's wearing? Designer. Are those shoulder-pads pink? Of course they are, this shade compliments his complexion. Going to make fun of him for it? He doesn't care, he looks awesome and you look like you went through a weed-whacker. He's up to date on the latest fashion, constantly. Keep it up though and you'll probably find his fist in your face. His temper is quick and fiery.
Amadi has, obviously, a hard time making friends with his temper and ego. He's unpredictable and kind of rather mean, not the sort of person you want to invite out to grab lunch.
Sadistic- Amadi doesn't just kill monsters unless they're too strong. He likes to play with his food and watch it suffer. He'll also play with people on the field, and occasionally he's had to be stopped from severely beating people after they're already down.
He keeps himself busy constantly. You'll never see him just lying down watching the clouds go by, he's reading or studying or making notes, usually he practices fighting.
Likes:
Fashion. He'll never admit it to anyone.
Fighting.
Swimming.
Reading.
Working out.
Dislikes:
Being idle.
Ditzy people.
The scars on his face.
People who cry about their lives and do nothing to fix it.
English- he understands it fine as his mother was American and his brother spoke it to him, but he rarely spoke it himself so his grammar is... atrocious.
Fears:
Scissors. If you want to induce a PTSD attack in him, snip scissors right by his ears.
The death of his brother.
Being too weak.
Secrets:
His fear of scissors and the fashion magazines he hides under his mattress.
Ambitions:
Get back to Somalia and help his brother win the war.
Find his mother.
Powers: Amazing martial art skills and a natural talent with weapons.
Family and History
Personal History:
It started with a mother, and ultimately the entire mess is really his mother's fault. And that's the only reason he wants to find her, to blame her. No other reason. Really.
Let's back up a few decades. See, Amadi's mom wasn't just a warrior. She was a mercenary, and a damn good one at that. Oh, wait, I'm sorry, I mean "private contractor". And as such, she'd get "contracted" to go to the worst, most hellish places and do what she does best. Utter annihilation of her enemies. And, even though she was a born and bred Montana girl, most of her clients were from out of the country. They were the ones desperate enough for her prices. Flash forward a tiny bit to where a young Gloria falls for a young warlord in Somalia, they meet, they boink, and she gets pregnant. This son, this first son is Isoba, and soon they're a happy family.
But Gloria wasn't an old fashioned kind of girl, she had a career and she had no intentions of giving it up for a family, she was sure that she could balance both. Fast forward twelve years to when, understandably, this kind of battle-lust is attractive to a certain god of war. Gloria does oh-so love her husband, but when a god comes down on her next visit to the states and says he wants her, well that's too big a notch on her belt not to take, if you know what I mean. If you don't know what I mean, I mean they got down and busy with it. What does she tell her husband when she comes back pregnant? That it was his, of course, and she just prayed the unborn babe got her coloration and not his father's.
And then of course comes the part where Amadi actually comes into the world, thankfully the spitting image of his mother with his dark, dark skin and dark, piercing eyes. Isaac, his real father for all intents and purposes, declares that Amadi has his chin and his nose, and Isoba declares that his little brother could have turned out worse. And they lived happily ever after.
That is, naturally, a complete and total lie. A warlord and a mercenary don't get happy endings, they only get endings. And so it was when the country erupted into civil war. The Dumisanis initially sought to stay neutral, innocently supplying weapons to both sides, but once the government's faction found out about their double dealing, they attacked the Dumisani estate. Isaac died in the attack, and so did the Dumisani neutrality.
Gloria pulled every resource and every favor she could, gathering troops and supplies, inspiring those who were uncertain to join their side while Isoba became her second in command. Eight year old Amadi was kept as far from the fighting as possible, but that wasn't very far. Amadi has scars all over his body from shrapnel and skirmishes that he couldn't avoid.
The worst happened a few years after his mother went missing in action, when Amadi was eleven years old and carrying an AK-47 alongside his brother and the other soldiers. They were ambushed, he was captured and...well...he got his fear of scissors from somewhere, the same place he got the diagonal scar that crosses across his abdomen and ribs. It's also the first time his powers ever truly came into play. By the time Isoba found him, he was surrounded by the bodies of soldiers. Amadi, himself, was bleeding out fast and passed out in his brother's arms.
The next time Amadi woke up, he was headed the United States on an emergency flight to a hospital in Montana, where the letter Isoba had written him explained their grandparents (whom Amadi could barely remember) would meet him, and once he was released he would live with his grandparents until things stabilized in Somalia. Amadi didn't bother reading the rest of the letter, he dropped it to the ground and never picked it up again.
Once the plane landed, instead of being greeted by medical staff or his grandparents, he was greeted by a giant white guy with a buzzcut and a motorcycle who gave him something Amadi would later learn was called "ambrosia." It was here that the true nature of his birth was revealed to him. Once he was done, Amadi tried to attack him with his fists, and Ares just laughed. Once Amadi demanded to go back home, though, Ares refused, and instead dropped the young veteran off at Camp Halfblood. Amadi hasn't heard from him since. He stays at the camp because the campers are warriors like him, he can't stand the thought of living under the rule of civilians like his grandparents.
Mortal Parent: Gloria Dumisani (missing)
Other Family: Isoba Dumisani (brother)
Abraham Dumisani (father, dead)
Grandparents in Montana
And Finally...
I, Puck, have made this entirely up. I did not rip somebody else’s application from any site, and have followed the rules accordingly.
And…? Yes.
