Post by jacen on Sept 29, 2010 12:01:26 GMT -7
[/li][li]Uses a self-created weapon like a staff, but when the shaft is twisted, blades pop out of either end, like a Hûthvir. He is very proficient with this after four years of bojitsu. [/li][li] Has a suit of armor contained within an Underarmor undershirt that, when the word "safety" in Greek is spoken, turns him invisible.[/list]
Don't bother me. I'm reading.
The Basics
Name: Jacen Grey
Nicknames/Aliases: None.
Age: 17
Grade: Senior
Occupation: Student
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Olympian/Monster/Titan Parent: Eurybia
Mortal Relatives: Mason Grey (father)
Physical Statistics
Height: 5 ft. 10
Weight: 140 lbs.
Hair Color: Light brown
Eye Color: Dark brown
Lets Get More Personal
Likes: Kenjitsu, bojitsu, reading, Greek mythology, languages (Dutch, Spanish, Greek, English)
Dislikes: Stupid people, fake people, people who think they're cute, bullies, popular people, people in general if he's in a mood.
Personality: Jacen is an extremely sarcastic person, with a strange sense of humor. His favorite type of activity is reading by the fire, on a cold autumn day, with no distractions or annoyances. Because of his history in many different countries, he has adopted an attitude in which all friends are temporary, and so doesn't expose himself to emotional pain by making them in the first place.
You'd best describe him as caustic.
He mainly enjoys playing and learning about the extent of his powers; his mother's name means "wide force", after all! He loves to imagine and play out different ways to use the power of the sea and winds to make his world and general environment alter itself. This, however, doesn't mean that he enjoys controlling others; on the flip side, he actually doesn't mind it, because it means relinquishing responsibility of both his own actions, and those of others. Being blamed for something is definitely one of his major pet peeves, as is his mother being called 'minor'.
The main danger with Jacen is, however, that he is unpredictable; one day, when insulted, he might shake it off, another he might insult back, yet another and he might attack the person. That isn't to say that he has mood swings; he just doesn't like to be manipulated, and being unpredictable is a good way to do that. He has done this for so long that it has become an integral part of his personality; he does it involuntarily now.
Jacen feels a sense of abandonment; because of his numerous moves, he has had to close of his heart to people, and keep from making friends with them; that means that he will eventually have to say goodbye. He also somewhat feels that his mother abandoned him, as most demi-gods do, but more so, since he has never actually spoken to her. This, coupled with his caustic attitude, doesn't allow him to make friends easily. He is, in other words, not a social person.
Jacen, when he is a friend to somebody, is very reliable, and is a good listener. He is someone many people tend to tell secrets to, and enjoys knowing something other people don't. His main vanity is his hair; every day, he combs it twice; once in the morning, and once in the evening. He isn't really a ladies man, though; although he has many crushes, almost none like him, and he is usually emotionally hurt by them, so doesn't tale risks. At school, he isn't really described as either popular or a loner, but the people he's 'friends' with aren't exactly very close to him.
History: Jacen Grey was born in Trikala, Greece, to Eurybia and an American practical historian named Mason Grey, who was living there because of his love of everything Greek. Eurybia had appeared to Mason when he was on an ocean excavation of an Ancient Greek trireme, and they had been in a relationship for a year when she had Jacen. She then vanished, and Jacen never saw her again, nor does he have a memory of her.
Jacen lived there for seven years, and enjoyed the blissful stages of youth and such. Because of his not-so-powerful aura as a demigod of a minor goddess, he was able to live a long childhood happily. He had a life there, with lots of friends, though no family, and enjoyed primary school and learning as much as he could about his adopted nation's history. His father, Mason Grey, is a practical historian who specializes in Greek mythology, and so he was in a position to learn a lot.
Sadly, this life ended when his dad and him moved to Amsterdam for three years. He tried very hard to get the same type of life there, going so far as to learn Dutch, but he never fully recovered from the cultural shock it gave him.
He then moved to Costa Rica for three years, where he learned Spanish. He had long since given up on his dream of having lots of friends, and so took the oppurtunity to spend time with his father, going into the jungle, visiting Mexico and Peru, and exploring Ancient history. This might sound boring or nerdy to anyone else, but for Jacen, there was nothing more exciting than opening a Mayan tomb, or exploring Macchu Picchu with his father. He grey really close to him during this period of his life.
One of the last major moves of his life was to San Francisco. He had to go through a lot of schooling in the finer points of the English language; he could speak it, and write beautifully, but when it came to proper grammar, he wasn't nearly as good; his father had tried to teach him, but all he managed to convey were lessons in Greek about the Greeks, and lessons in Spanish about the tribes living there. Jacen, for this reason, got more education than most in the fields of Grammar, Spelling, Vocab, History, and World Religions.
He didn't make many friends in California; his internationalism set him apart from everyone else, and his father was too interested in his new job, and his new pretty boss, to consider him. Then, something happened that changed his life. One day, in a rainstorm in the city, Jacen was biking home from school when a glowing whirlpool made of light appeared above his head, swirling and dipping. Several Titans sensed his aura, and approached him from nearby Mt. Tamalpais. One such Titan was his mother's husband, Krios. They offered him an ultimatum; join them, or him and his dad would die.
He joined them for a year, of course; why on earth would anyone want to kill his parents? It wasn't until later that Jacen figured out who they were, and they were already on the mountain by then: it was too late. Luckily, their attempts at brainwashing blatantly failed; they only taught him control over his powers of the ocean and wind. He had a hard tim there; they at some times were friendly and kind, at others, they beat him. He learned much about the Titan ways and such, and a horde of information on titan activities etc. This presented him with a goal; escape, and join the right side, to give vital information to the gods. He escaped, after two years in their service, and made his way to Camp Half Blood. Sadly, his father was gone; they had taken him, two years before, against their word.
When he reached New York, he went to Olympus and tried to get an audience with the gods. Surely they would see him... right? No. They blew him off, something important, sorry, can you come back later? Disgustedly, Jacen went back to camp, and started a new was of life there.
Abilities:
- Control over wind
- Control over water,
- can breathe underwater,
- can see air currents.
- Is left-handed
- Can fence and fight using a mixture of kenjitsu and bojitsu
Weaknesses:
- Isn't physically very strong; he can fence well, yes, but anything else and he is very disadvantaged
Other Information: [list*]
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Sample post:
Jacen swung his Huthvir, Thyella, around above his head, enjoying the slight breeze it kicked up. He quickly ran through the forest, trying as hard as he could to stay close to the river. Despite his running, he was quickly overtaken, and as the leukrokota leapt at him, screaming in his father's voice, he cut it from forehead to tail, exactly in half.
He smirked; that was for imitating his fathers voice! The reminder of his dad made him stop short; he had recently gone missing. Jacen had flown all the way from Mt. Tamalpais to their home on the South side of the bay on a platform made of solid air, and ran into the house, only to find a dryad there tell him that a Hyperborean had kidnapped his father.
Never mind; Jacen realized he was a sitting duck, and quickly continued running. A harpy descended on him, but a flick of his fingers flung it to kingdom come, or at least a few miles West. Jacen silently thanked Euros, the god of the Eastern wind. He dodged a few rocks, and nearly twisted his ankle on one. No. Any impediment now would kill him; here, in the middle of the Appalachians? Monsters roamed here, they were kings of the jungle here. He fought off dracanae, empousa with their fake-seductive ways, and even a Nemian Lion, at one point. He fought for hours, monotonously, automatically.
A hydra had leapt at him, and he had drowned it, using his hydrokinetic powers, each head surrounded by a globe of water for over fifteen minutes, until it turned to dust. At another time, a yale, or an odd, horned animal, ran at him, its tusks carving a swath out of the forest, until he cut one off, and then its head.
A manticore had, at some point, tried to sneak up on him, and stab him with its poisonous tail, but acen had, by luck, swung Thyella backwards, cutting it off, and the thing’s cries of pain had let him, without even looking, stab it through the forehead.
A katobleps lumbered out of the treetrunks, and Jacen had almost looked into its lethal gaze. Its breath made everything it touched explode. Jacen had been running out of power, and he now flung Thyella at its face, piercing its eye with a sharp thwang. He ran to pick it up from the grass (the monster had disintegrated), and ducked and rolled from a blow to the back of his head.
I lay there, sprawling on my back. An onocentaur loomed over me, waving a bone club around. I slowly recovered, and the onocentaur started grunting. Its one, beady eye glanced at me, and it began an Iris message of my capture. Before it began saying where I was, exactly, I swung Thyella, and its legs fell off, collapsing it into dust. I stood up wearily, and noticed movement to my right, my weak side.
A basilisk slung out, and stood there.
Hmph. A challenge; it would kill by touch, or bite. He readied himself, quickly cutting an amphisbaena into two behind him, one that had obviously been trying to sneak up on him. The basilisk leapt in the way that snakes do; from its body, not giving its movement away at all until it would be on you. Luckily, Jacen had been expecting something like it, and had ducked, Thyella's blade where the basilisk would have been, had it also not seen the move coming.
Jacen was grinning now; a good challenge like this had been missing from his life for weeks. Jacen sliced left, feinted right, and hit him lightning fast from below, always a difficult blow to deflect. The basilisk managed though, using its body armor as a shield.
This next part was almost so fast; a normal person would not have been able to see it. A year of Titan training took over, and a lightning fast attempt at a touch missed, and instead killed a mulberry bush nearby.
Jacen had anticipated the move, and dodged, barely escaping with his life; a single touch was death and decay, and already, the basilisk was making a line of dead and dying animals and plants where it stood or had stood.
The waste was terrible; how many life forces had the beast taken, thrown into the pits of Hades itself? Like, the back of his mind thought, his father might be.
Oh, his father. Was he alive? Was he still mentally whole? Jacen had spent only a year with the Titans, and had come out mentally and emotionally scared. What would his father change into? Jacen shuddered; if his father was going through the same things he had, he would just about die.
Jacen continued fighting the beast for what seemed like minutes, but what was, in all actuality, more likely two hours. He dodged blows, fought off other monsters, and struck a few of his own, so that, by the time of sunset, the creature was spilling ichor over all of what had once been its tail.
Jacen was not bleeding or wounded anywhere, but he was getting tired, and it was beginning to show. Anyway, one blow from it would kill him, be it a poison bite, or a killing touch.
He did not even, in fact, notice when dusk fell, but he certainly felt it when nighttime hit. His muscles tensed. His body became less sore. He grew stronger, more vicious.
This new, better mind, a it fought the basilisk at the speed or sound, searched the surrounding area for water, finding the stream. Agh; too far away. Slowly, Jacen focused on air, on its density, and thought of it getting solid, hard as stone. He created such a piece, and stepped onto the invisible platform.
He imagined columns, and an updraft eased him upwards, the winds buffeting the scaly enemy as they left. He flew slowly toward the stream, all the while parrying and trading blows with the creature, until they were nearly adjacent to the creek.
Jacen smiled, and with a small twist of his wrist, water spiraled out, and engulfed the creature, swallowing its head and stopping its flow of air. The serpent screamed, muted by the water, and, after an abnormal time period of eleven and a half minutes of thrashing, it slowly lost consciousness.
Jacen, or at least, his new self, grinned from ear to ear, and kept drowning the beast. Minutes ticked by, and still it laid there, not turning to dust at all.
A Potamoi, or river god, sprang out of the river, yelling at him to stop polluting his waters with such death and despair, that fish were dying, that he should stop. Jacen ignored him, puffed him back in the stream, and kept killing the monster.
OOC Information
Web Name: Red
Contact: PM me, please
Play by: Jacen
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