Post by Milo Rodriguez on Dec 28, 2012 16:26:17 GMT -5
Vincent Milo Rodriguez
Out of Character
Alias: NeverLand
Age: 21
Gender: Female
RP Experience: Several Years
How Did You Find Us?: Summer <33
Activity Level: couple times a week
Other Characters: Adam Smith, Tara Winters
Keyword in Rules: Verified by Maria on PP
RP Sample:See Adam Smith.
General Information
Full Name: Vincent Milo Rodriguez
Gender: Boy
Birthday: May 5, 1995
Age: 17
Camp Experience: two years...give or take.
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Claim Status: Claimed
Divine Parent: Chronos - God of Time.
Looks
Hair: Usually a few inches long and kind of shaggy, dark brown - black
Eyes: brown eyes
Height: 5 feet 9 inches
Weight: 180 lbs
Picture: Click
Playby: Tyler Posey
Dressing Style: He wears a lot of jeans and t-shirts. He often wears button up shirts and polo shirts over his t-shirts, and sweaters. He likes converse type shoes, and belts. And he has a survival bracelet that he wears majority of the time, and a special pocket watch, which was given to him by his father. He also has an infinity ring that reminds him of how time is relative. The ring was given to him by his mother when they started training.
General Appearance: He is a pretty easy going guy (personality wise) and his style reflects that. He isn't usually hard to approach, and most people are comfortable around him.
What Makes Them Them
Personality Description:
Milo is a very laid back individual. He is incredibly patient and practical, loyal and incredibly protective. He has a bit of a temper occasionally, and can be incredibly stubborn once he makes up his mind about something.
He has a very good understanding of time, so he has almost unlimited patience. When learning a new technique he takes his time and is almost guaranteed to learn it quickly. He also has no problem teaching others, even when occasionally it takes them a while to get the hang of something.
He is very practical. He isn't the type to be negative, or positive for that matter. He keeps up with what is realistic and practical, and what is likely to happen, not what he wishes or is afraid will happen. When asked the question, "Is the glass half full? Or half empty?" He smirked and said, "Neither. It's just half a glass of water." The only time he bothers to be optimistic is when he is in a leader position and has to keep moral up, but it's usually just an act.
He is very loyal to his friends. He is a person that everyone can come to to get advice. He is the type to give advice that allows people to make the best of their time, and not waste it. He is also incredibly protective of his friends, but even more so of his "sister". Rayalen isn't blood, but since he found her, she's been more of a sister to him than anything else, and Raya is all the family he has, and he'll be damned if he's going to lose her too.
Because of his patience, there isn't very much that makes him angry. But occasionally, he has a bad day, and someone might say something that makes him angry, especially if someone messes with his friends or Rayalen.
When he makes up his mind about something that's the end of it. Very little can make him change his mind. Rayalen can occasionally, but even that is rare.
Likes:
' Throwing Knives - He sort of collects them, they are his favorite weapon by far.
' Training/Battle - He likes having to think things through and getting better at his skill.
' Patience - Patience is important to him. It's important to take your time and get things right the first time.
' Relaxing - It's important to enjoy the simple things in life.
' History - People's history makes them who they are, and the world's history put us where we are, it's important to know and understand how we got here.
Dislikes:
' Vanity/Pride - Basically people who are so concerned with looks. He knows there are far more important things in life.
' Reading - Why waste all that time when you can watch the movie??
' Video Games - Again, major waste of time.
' Rushing - Relax. Time is relative, and there is plenty to be had, despite what some people might have you think.
' Boredom - There is always something you can be doing with your time.
Fears:
' Not being able to protect those he cares about
' Making mistakes.
' Time running out. (death)
Secrets:
' He Hasn't't told anyone about his ability to pause time.
Ambitions:
' To learn how to time travel, although he knows this is highly improbable.
' To always be there for and protect Rayalen and his friends/loved ones.
Powers: He has an incredible understanding of time. He knows that time is relative. You know how time flies when you're having fun? And goes REALLY slow when you're bored? Yeah. He gets that. He has very high patience, and very good at prioritizing. He can usually figure out what is the most important thing to do at the time.
His favorite power is his "special ability" - he can pause time. Not for long periods of time, only a few seconds really, but it's usually enough to give him an advantage in battle. He can pause time around him, and continue moving. He doesn't do this often, because the more energy it uses. A couple times during tense situations is usually fine, but much more than that will start to drain him. Sometimes he'll do it just to mess with people, because if he moves fast enough through those paused seconds he can make it look like he teleported, or save his ass if he said something stupid, it gives him a few seconds to contemplate a good explanation.
With enough time and practice he hopes to be able to do more with time, perhaps speed it up or maybe even reverse it. His dream is to be able to learn to time travel, but he knows that is incredibly unlikely (and he's right) but with a lot of practice he will be able to freeze time for longer periods of time, maybe up to a few minutes.
Family and History
Personal History:
Emily Rodriguez was a great thinker. She spent many hours thinking. She thought about religion, time, all sorts of things like that. She often thought about how large the world is, and yet how small it is at the same time. She would think about what other people went through, and what their lives were like. She was always very curious.
So is it any wonder that the god of time, Chronos, found her? He was interested in her thoughts, her ideas on time. They were simple, she often said that life was short, and that you never knew when you'd be taken from this life. Chronos was amazed of course, very few people these days think quite like she did. So they fell in love of course, and not long after she found she was pregnant.
Chronos hung around for a while, well, sort of. He would leave for days at a time, sometimes weeks, and then would return. He always returned. Then, one day, he didn't. He left, said goodbye to her, and she never saw him again. Milo was born the next day. She named him Vincent Milo Rodriguez, but Milo instantly stuck. It was shorter, easier for him to spell, and she liked the sound of it better.
Milo grew and she began to notice odd things about him. For one, he was very patient, and young children rarely are. He never pestered her to get things done, or ran around. He was very calm. She rarely had to scold him, and they lived together harmoniously.
One day, when Milo was eight, Chronos came again. Milo was at school of course, so it was just the two of them. Chronos told her who he was, that he was the god of time. He told her that Milo would soon need to leave, and that before long it would become dangerous for him. She shook her head, angry now for having been lied to, and confident that she could protect her son. She sent Chronos away, and that day when Milo got home from school, everything changed.
Desperate to protect her son, she began to train him herself. Her father was a collector of weapons, so she began borrowing them, one at a time, until Milo found one that he was a natural at. It didn't take long until they found the throwing knives.
He excelled immediately. Emily was amazed at how quickly he could aim. It seemed that no sooner had he picked up the knife that it was thrown. She didn't know that he was pausing time.
He learned quickly how to use this skill to his advantage. He picked up the knife, and as he lifted it up he would pause the world around him. By the time it started again he would release the knife. It seemed like a split second had passed, but of course it was a handful of them.
Milo never told his mother that he could pause time, just as she never told him who his father was. He didn't want her to think he was weird.
He still remembers the first time it happened, and he expects that he will never forget it. He was at school, around the age of 8, and was sitting by himself on the playground. He had several friends at the time, but today, he just wanted to sit alone and think about stuff. But he was interrupted.
The school bully, Jack, had decided today was the day that he would start on Milo, and since Mi didn't have all his friends around as he usually did, Jack figured today was the perfect day. So Jack and his friends surrounded Milo, started taunting him, and calling him names. He brought attention to the fact that Milo didn't have a dad, and that made him a freak. Milo just shrugged it off. Even back then his patience was incredible, and he had no problem just ignoring the bully.
Jack became frustrated, and began to get physical. He knocked Milo off of the bench that he had been sitting on, and now Milo was on the ground, with his back to the bench. Milo doesn't remember what Jack said, but he does remember Jack's fist being raised. Milo squeezed his eyes shut and tensed, anticipating the hit. When none came for several seconds, he opened his eyes. Jack was frozen where he stood, his fist half way through the punch. Jacks friends were frozen as well, half way through their cheers and air pumps. Milo immediately saw the opportunity, and took it move over just an inch or two. Then time continued.
Jack's fist slammed into the bench, and Jack screamed. Milo of course started laughing. He couldn't believe that had just happened. He didn't know that was the same day that Chronos went to his mother.
But he did know that he loved training. It gave him something to do with his mother, and for a while everything was fine.
He became incredibly conscious of time. When you can pause it, and play it again at your will, you begin to pay more attention to it. He began to pay attention to the little things, how time seemed to slow down when he was bored, like when he was in class, and then speed up when he was having fun or happy, such as when he was training with his mom.
Then one day, he came home from school, around age fourteen, and knew his life would never be the same. His house had been ransacked, furniture had been turned over and it was just a mess. Knives were sticking out of the wall, no doubt the work of his mother, and he ran around the house, searching for her, calling for her. Finally he found her, but he was too late. She was on the floor in her bedroom. She was completely lifeless, and it looked like she'd been crawling towards the next supply of knives.
He held his mother in his arms for a long time, crying, asking for her to wake up. But of course she never did. Then he left. He went into his room and changed into some jeans and a pair of boots. He went into his mother's closet where they kept all the knives. He stuck one into each boot, and the rest into his back pack, along with several changes of clothes. He went across to his mother's dresser, and looked in the drawers. In the bottom drawer in a small box was a wad of money. He didn't take the time to count it now, but threw it in his bag. Then he left. He was going on instinct now, and instinct told him to run, not hang around for whatever or whoever it was that had done this to come back.
So he ran. He went east, for some reason, and never looked back. After a few weeks he ended up on a beach in North Carolina. He was sitting there, minding his own business and enjoying the sunlight, when he saw something odd. There was a body...or something like a body, floating not far away from him. He stood up and lifted his hand to block the sunlight. It WAS a body. A seemingly very young girl, and he took off running into the water. He reached her, and tried to puller back to the beach. It was hard though, because the current was strong, and seemed to fight him every step of the way. In the end he had to pause time in order to be able to make it to shore without the current pulling at him.
When he laid her out on the shore he noticed she was still breathing, which seemed odd to him, but he took it as a good sign. Now he could tell she wasn't as young as he had thought she was, maybe only a year or two younger than him. She had a necklace around her neck, it was silver and it had been formed into a name. "Rayalen?"
For a second there wasn't any answer, but then the girl moved. She groaned and started to sit up, and Milo breathed a sigh of relief. "Rayalen?"
The girl's eyes opened and widened with terror. "Who are you?" She practically screamed as she scrambled away from him. "Where's my mom?"
Milo was surprised by her sudden terror, and it took him a second to get his bearings. "Woah, woah, calm down. I'm Milo. And I don't know where your Mom is. Where was the last time you saw her?"
The confused look Rayalen gave him made him worried, and her answer didn't do anything to ease that worry. "I don't know. I don't remember."
The conversation that followed slowly pulled his attention to the fact that the girl had amnesia. She couldn't remember her name, age, family, nothing. It was completely blank. Milo immediately gathered his things and picked her up, intending to take her to the hospital. He found a bus stop that would take him close to the hospital, and sat down on the bench. Rayalen sat beside him, and leaned against the glass wall that surrounded the bench, and quickly fell asleep.
Milo leaned his head against the wall, intending to take a nap himself before the bus came, but suddenly a man walked up beside him. He was an old man, with a long grey beard, and Milo was instantly curious about him. The man spoke, "You must take her to camp half-blood, in New York. Nothing the hospitals can do ill help you or her."
Milo was confused. "Camp half-blood?"
The man nodded. "They will take care of you there."
The man started to turn around, but paused, "Oh, and Milo? Be careful."
Milo didn't say anything, but the man threw something to him. Milo caught it easily, and looked down to see a beautiful pocket watch in his hands. He looked up to thank the man but he was gone. He didn't pause to wonder how the man had known his name, or why he had randomly given him such a magnificent watch.
He roused Rayalen and together the two began the long trip north. It was then that he learned the truth about Rayalen's past. Well, at least about her parent's death. They had been in a hotel for a night, getting some rest. He had gone for a walk while Rayalen got some sleep, while he was out he saw a headline in a newspaper that caught his attention. He paid out the 50 cents, and read the paper. Apparently, a wealthy marine biologist had been out on a boating trip with her daughter, and had come across some bad weather. The ship was crashed, no survivors found. The biologist's name had been Lucy Johnson, her daughter had been named Rayalen.
Milo had taken the newspaper back to the hotel and shown Rayalen. It upset her greatly, and he spent the next day or so trying to comfort her and make her feel better...but of course nothing really helped, so they continued towards Camp Half-Blood.
It took them almost a month to make the trip, and by the time they reached Camp Half-Blood he was fifteen.
Everything was explained to him, about how his father was a god, although they didn't know which god, and that the same was true of Rayalen, or Raya, as he had begun to call her. That was fine with him. He had become increasingly protective of his friend, which he had sort of taken the role of big brother to. He now considered her his sister.
It wasn't long after they arrived that he was claimed. He'd settled into life easily, it consisted mostly of training anyway, and that was something he had enjoyed doing for a long time. It was during one of these exercises that he was claimed. He was throwing his knives, and he was impressed with the course he was on. The targets moved. The goal? Hit as many targets as possible in the allotted time, and of course this was his specialty.
He stood with his back to the targets, until the bell rang, then he turned. Targets were everywhere, and moved in every direction. He smirked, and time came to a stop around him. He threw knives, one at a time at each target. As soon as they left his hand they became one with time around them and paused, but once he was done time continued, and the knives continued on their path as normal, each one hitting their mark. He hadn't missed a target. That was when everyone around him started pointing above his head. He looked up to see what looked like a pocket watch turning over his head, except it was bright and he could almost see through it. He had been claimed.
Suddenly it all made sense, how he'd been able to stop time for so long. The man who had given him the pocket watch was the god of time, Chronos. With the dawn of this realization, he had studied the watch more carefully. There were four hands on this one. The regular three, hours, minutes, and seconds, these three would pause when he paused time, that way it didn't get messed up, but the fourth, which seemed to him to count seconds, would continue when time was stopped. It allowed him to keep up with how long he was able to pause it for. So far, his record is ten seconds.
Since then, Milo has adapted to life quite easily, and Rayalen was also claimed by the god Triton, so they were able to stay in the same cabin. She still doesn't remember anything about her past life, but he knows she still has nightmares about it because she wakes up screaming fairly regularly.
Now camp life goes on, but he'll be turning eighteen soon. So his next life decision is coming just over the horizon, will he stay at camp as a counselor? Or will he attempt to venture out on his own, leaving Rayalen and his friends alone. I expect you already know the answer.
Mortal Parent: Emily Rodriguez - Deceased
Other Family: Rayalen Rodriguez - Friend/"Adopted" Sister - Alive
And Finally...
I, NeverLand, have made this entirely up. I did not rip somebody else’s application from any site, and have followed the rules accordingly.
And…? Yes.