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Post by aden on Sept 18, 2010 20:45:13 GMT -7
“Every man dies--not every man really lives.”
The Basics
Name: Aden Lee Mot
Nicknames/Aliases: Mot sometimes, but only his dad ever calls him that.
Age: 16
Grade: 10th [Sophomore]
Occupation: Student
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Monster Parent: Lachesis [The Fates]
Mortal Relatives: Kyle Mot -- Father
Physical Statistics
Height: 5’7”
Weight: 129lbs
Hair Color: Aden has sandy blonde hair that in the summer glows brilliantly gold, but with the darker winter months is a mute brown.
Eye Color: Gray.
Lets Get More Personal
Likes:
- Reading
- Star Wars (especially Darth Vadar—he’s Aden’s hero)
- Pokemon, it is not the same thing as Digimon!
- His dad.
- Peanut butter and banana sandwiches with honey sprinkled on top.
Dislikes:
- Being a son of the Fates—it’s not fun being a monster, not even part-monster.
- Conflicts of any kind.
- His strange, surreal ability.
- The dark.
- Monsters of any size, shape, or form.
- Greek mythology. It’s so confusing.
Personality: Aden was never normal. He was never the popular kid cluttering up the hallways, loud and obnoxious, content with life for the day. He never seemed normal and he could never fool anyone of it, no matter how hard he tried.
Looking at Aden you just know something isn’t right with him. Perhaps it’s the skittish look in his eyes, as if he was scared of everyone in the room. Or the way he clenches his hands and shuts his eyes tight as though he had seen a monster. People have a tendency to stay away from him—and he’s not sure if it’s because of his parentage or just because he’s weird.
You learn he’s definitely a weirdo once he opens his mouth. Not only does his abundance of Star Wars T-Shirts give it away on the offset, but he can never form a normal conversation. He either says something really weird or something so absurdly awkward it’s hard to respond. He’s left even the most sociable people at a loss for words. And while Aden tries very hard to fit in he just can’t. And it’s not just his lack of social grace that puts him apart.
Aden is afraid of his own shadow. But even more so of everyone else. Being a son of the Fates is just about as fun as watching puppies get run over by a Mack truck. Yeah, definitely not a tea party. It doesn’t help that he knows when someone is going to die. He just sees a light glowing around them—the brighter it is the closer they are to their awful end (well, he usually just assumes they’re awful). There is absolutely nothing he can do about it and he never tells them. Seeing those halos around people has done their worst—he’s afraid of stepping out his door, because who knows who will die today?
Oh wait, he does.
Other than his complete lack of social etiquette and the fact that he knows when the cat lady next door it going to choke on a fur ball, he’s a normal geeky guy. His room is filled with Star Wars action figures, Pokemon cards, and posters from every dorky movie you can think of. And his books? They are stacked everywhere. He’s the guy that sits home all day long, never been invited to even one party, and actually doesn’t care. Aden prefers being alone. Anything to get away from those blinding halos he can do nothing about. Plus, when has playing Call of Duty not been fun?
Aden isn’t all flaws though; even he has some good traits. Sure, he’s a coward that would run away from the easiest fight and the weirdest looking shadows, but he’s pretty accepting of people. He wouldn’t care if you were Kronos’s kid or Medusa’s or Zeus’s. His share of friends has never exceeded one, so anyone willing to talk to him is a plus in his book. He’s also unnaturally trusting—to the point where it could be a fault. He’s been so sheltered by his father he doesn’t think anyone could do something bad to another person. He’s never considered that half the time he’s seen those halos the people weren’t killed by just fur balls.
History: Kyle Mot was never the kind of guy to party. He was an English high school teacher so partying was out of the question. But when some of his teacher-friends asked if he wanted to "hang out at a bar Friday night" he decided to go. The Fates were, ironically enough, deciding his fate.
He went to the bar and got wasted. A few drinks here, a few drinks there. You know where that leads--all the women in the bar looked pretty. Even the ones spooling out yarn at a table in the corner. Knitting, spooling, snipping. The one in the middle was especially pretty and he flirted shamelessly. One thing led to another... and she went him home with him...
You get the idea.
It’s safe to say that when Kyle Mot saw a baby on his porch a few months later he was a little surprised. It’s not every day you open the door to get the mail and instead there’s a baby boy in a basket at your feet.
Well, Kyle was a smart man and had a feeling—somehow knowing—that the kid was his.
Aden actually had a normal life. His dad took care of him and doted on him all the time. They were a team, as his father pointed out several times, them against the world! It was a fun way to look at things. His father was a cop and Aden... well, Aden was a normal kid. Sort of. He had always seen the halos. His first spotting was of Mrs. Debbie across the street. She was old and withered and talked about Death as if it was her old friend who had yet to visit. Aden was only a little kid and couldn’t even remember the funeral—but he knew one thing: Mrs. Debbie was never coming back.
It took him years to realize what the halos were about. It took the death of his Grandpa for him to fully understand. His grandpa had been a fair constant in his life, his father taking him to the old people’s home to see him every weekend. When Aden was ten the old man finally died. But for two weeks he had shone with such a brightness it was hard for Aden to look him directly in the eyes, because his light was that strong. At his funeral Aden abruptly realized the worst: he knew when people were going to die.
Since then he’s been afraid to get out of the house. He hated to see people he never knew before and yet know something so impossibly personal: that they wouldn’t see tomorrow. A mother with her baby. A kid playing at the park. An old man sitting on a bench. Everyone he saw with those cursed lights. He couldn’t stand it.
He told his father about the lights soon after his grandfather’s death. It was hard to accept, but somehow his dad knew—like he did when he saw Aden for the first time—that he wasn’t lying. When he was eleven a shining spool of thread and scissors appeared spinning over his head. He had been claimed by the Fates. Both his father and Aden were shocked, but it didn’t seem to make much sense to either of them. Until, of course, a Satyr posing as Mrs. Debbie’s housekeeper (whom eventually took the house after her death) came and explained it to him. When he was sixteen the Satyr took Aden to Half-Blood Academy, promising he would see his dad soon.
Abilities: I see dead people: Obviously, because he is the son of the Fates—and more specifically Lachesis, the Fate who determines how long one shall live—Aden can tell when someone is close to death. They glow faintly (this he calls the “halo”) and the closer they are to dying the brighter they shine.
Weaknesses: Aden is so afraid there is little he would do in any kind of confrontation, except maybe run. Or sputter stupidly. Not to mention he’s a complete social klutz, is afraid of anything (not just confrontation), and gullible.
Other Information: None.
Sample post: Aden was sitting in a smelly taxi. Next to him sat a Satyr—he had to tell himself that they were the goat protectors… or whatever—and she did not look very happy about it. She wore a wide-brimmed hat and a long dress that hid her hooves. Every so often she would toss him a strange look and Aden wondered if he had some peanut butter on his mouth or snot was coming out of his nose because of all the crying. Saying good-bye to his dad had been the hardest part of the whole day.
Whatever the Satyr’s problem was, she didn’t say anything. She usually glared out the windows or at the taxi driver. Aden was trying hard to think happy thoughts. But he wasn’t sure what was so happy about being a half-monster.
The Satyr had put it a lot more nicely when they were about to leave, grinning widely, “I’ll escort Aden to a special school where they teach demigods how to survive--”
“I’M A DEMIGOD?!” Aden had exclaimed loudly, eyes wide with wonder. He wondered which one his mom was. Aphrodite? Athena? Artemis? Or… wait, was Artemis the virgin one or Athena?
The Satyr clattered her hooves on their tile floor, her smile now strained. “Ah. Well. You’re more like… one of our extra special students. Ah. Like… a half-monster more or less.”
He was starting to feel like he was the more of that equation. If the constant looks of bewilderment were in any indication from the Satyr. Aden slumped against his seat, his sweaty palms clutching his suitcase. It was all so weird—one day he was just another kid and today he was a half-monsterwhatever. He almost couldn’t believe it. But it explained a lot—like why he could see the halos, or why he never knew his mom (by this point, though, he wasn’t eager to meet her), or why he was so different from everyone else.
But a special school? For kids like him? The Satyr explained it was for demigods and other special people—basically if you were half anything you could go to this very special school. He wondered what made it so great. All the schools he had ever been to were always the same. He wasn’t even picked on much, because something drove all the kids away. Almost as if they were scared of him. What they never knew was that he was deathly afraid of them.
For the very reason he kept his gray eyes averted from the taxi driver. He was an older man, much older than his dad. He was big in all ways and had beady little eyes. Aden was scared he wouldn’t be able to see out the rain spattered windshield well enough to see, but somehow he managed. The balding taxi driver was glowing. A faint golden light all around his body as if he was catching on fire. Aden held his breath. The taxi driver still had time. Maybe a week or two. But no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t tell him. Aden had never told someone they were about to die. In a way, it seemed too personal, as though he were reading their diary.
Would this special school teach him how to turn out the lights?
If there was anything he wanted it was to be blind. To be like everyone else and not know when everyone was going to die. Would he even see the halo around himself one day? Would he glow as brightly as the sun? Was he the only person who could see them? He had an eerie feeling he was. Maybe that was why the Satyr kept appraising him, like he was a particularly interesting piece of art. One she had never seen before. Aden squirmed under her watchful eye.
He turned to the windows, watching the world blur by. He knew everything was going to change now. He would be at a new school with a bunch of other weird kids like him. But there were demigods there. Kids from parents like Zeus and Poseidon—really cool gods with really cool powers. Yeah, he could tell all the kids when they were going to die. A Zeus child could summon lightning, which was waaaay more cooler? He would never have any friends at a place like that.
He had no clue where they were. He was getting restless in the small, cramped taxi. He peeked at the taxi driver. On his chubby finger was a slim golden ring. A marriage band. Aden gulped and watched the rain again. He tried hard not to think about the man’s soon to be widowed wife. He tried not to think about all the Zeus kids that would shock him with lightning every day. He tried not to think about the sobbing good-bye with his dad.
Of course, he thought about every single one of them.
All too soon the cab stopped in front of a giant building. Aden couldn’t even tell you how it looked—all he could think how bit it was, maybe even bigger than Darth Vadar’s Death Star. The Satyr hopped out and waited for him to get his things together. Aden sat in the taxi for a moment, staring at the golden halo around the taxi driver.
“Uh, sir,” Aden said timidly. “Do you love your wife?”
The taxi driver glared at him through the rearview mirror, those tiny eyes even smaller, “Whut it matta to you?” he growled.
Aden gulped and made himself stay in the cab for a moment longer.
“Y-You should tell her that you do, um… yeah, okay. Uh, bye.”
He stumbled out of the yellow taxi, dragging his suitcase out. The taxi driver didn’t waste a second—the moment his feet touched the ground the cab went zooming off. Aden watched it go, hoping that the taxi driver would hug his wife when he got back to her. Somehow he knew that he would. Somehow he knew weird little things like that.
The Satyr didn’t wait for him. She was making her way to the school, her wide-brimmed hat strange in the solemn surroundings. Aden was having a hard time getting his suitcase to corporate. Or was it just the nerves? His hands were shaking so hard he had dropped his suitcase twice already. But this was his life now.
As a half-mythological being. Or monster. Or… whatever he was supposed to be.
OOC Information
Web Name: Magic Contact: PM please~! Play by: Jesse McCartney
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Post by eris on Sept 18, 2010 22:20:45 GMT -7
I forget how much Jesse Looks like Leonardo Di Caprio sometimes...
Welcome to Half Blood Academy! And neat name! I must say, I am really Impressed with your bio. Your spin to one of the fates children is really smart . I love the concept of ‘the halo’. It’s almost like it’s a continuation of the 6th sense ( without Bruce Willis ). You have one really interesting character to play here. His Star wars obsession and ardent challenge to make sure people know the difference between and digimons against the life he leads because of his powers, just makes you look at every angle of his character! And the fact that he has more flows then strengths just make you realise how human he is , even if he is 'half monster’ , I love that sense of duplicity, and you’ve articulated it so well.
You’ve given away so much about your character in such a short amount of words, that I really don’t need to ask any more expanding. He seems already so vivid. I love the reference to ‘tea party’ . You’ll see a lot of those around this site. Just for that I’m going to give you a stamp of approval...
But first, I just need you to add one tiny detail. How Kyle and Lachesis met? And your good to go
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Post by aden on Sept 19, 2010 5:26:36 GMT -7
They could be brothers. *nod*
And thanks you~ I'm glad you like it! ^^ I really appreciate it.
*facepalms* I knew I was forgetting something! I added it in theretwist my nipples.
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Post by Zeus on Sept 19, 2010 5:37:39 GMT -7
Welcome to Half-Blood Academy! Don't forget to sign in at the Who's Who Thread, and make sure you get your Face ClaimOnce again, Welcome and happy Role Playing!
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