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Post by kellan on Jan 30, 2011 9:56:16 GMT -7
"ALL MANKIND LOVE A LOVER"
The Basics
Name: Kellan Caradoc Nicknames/Aliases: Kel Age: 17 Grade: Senior Occupation: Student Sexuality: Heterosexual Olympian: Hedone Mortal Relatives: Dominic Caradoc.
Physical Statistics
Height: 5'11" Weight: 125 lbs Hair Color: Dark brown Eye Color: Green
Lets Get More Personal
Likes: - Hanging out with friends
- Basketball
- Girls
- Debating
- Sushi
- Bread
- Dates. Like, the fruit.
- Food in general
Dislikes: - People making fun of him
- Flamboyantly gay guys- its just awkward.
- Fashion.
- Annoying, loud people
- Donuts
Personality: Kel is quiet, a good listener, and a good friend. That being said, he has little patience, and hasn't read a book he didn't have to read for school in seven years. He doesn't like to get work done, but will for school; he has retained a 3.8 or higher GPA from 4th grade to 11th, based on pure work ethic, not intelligence. His low grades are few and far between because he is frequently studying for weeks prior to a test.
One of the main reasons for his work ethic, despite his laziness, is because he is a basketball player. Kel is an athlete; a good point guard and someone who can shoot a three-pointer reliably. He loves the sport because his arms are strong, and he can run reasonably fast, but he doesn't like things like football or soccer, partly because he isn't good at kicking, and partly because so much physical brawn is required for the former.
Kellan doesn't like loud, annoying people, or those that wear their heart on their sleeves. He prefers to keep his emotions under the skin, and far away from those who would use them. Most of the people who meet him like him, but those who don't frustrate him; he prefers to build bridges, not walls.
While he can be sneaky about using his power, such as convincing teachers he was certainly not talking class, or his father that he was definitely not skipping his curfew last week, he is primarily honest.
The few exceptions of this are in times of need; usually life-or-death situations, where he needs to make someone so happy they're nearly comatose, or distract a guard, for example.
As you can imagine, he could be quite the ladies' man, potentially; the ability to pleasure anyone, for more than ten minutes? Very useful.
History: Once, in a land far, far away, known only as Los Angeles, California, Dominic Caradoc was coming home from his job as a lawyer, when he was cornered by Hedone, who was working as a prostitute.
Against the voluptuous and beautiful goddess Hedone, who would stand a chance? Needless to say, although Dominic thought himself quite the lover, Hedone was the main player, as with a touch, should could either send him to kingdom come, or give him such a wave of joy it might implode his brain.
Nine months later, a box of Kellan chocolates showed up at his apartment's door, a box that screamed slightly when pushed to the side. Yadda, yadda, you know the classic child-of-a-goddess story.
They moved out of L.A. when Kellan was four, and into the Bay Area, to a suburb of San Jose called Saratoga. There, he learned about his origins quite early, but not that they were godly; Dominic had gone the entire night not knowing that his partner was a goddess.
No, Kellan was constantly reminded of the fact that, if not for him, Dominic would have been CEO of a big company by now, rich enough to have a wife and family. That was not to say that Dominic loved his child,but more that he was bitter about his ruined life, and angry at the goddess.
Throughout his life, he was loved by mostly everyone, barring a few. He didn't, however, have many vehement enemies. People seemed to be drawn close to him, always growing to like him for no apparent reason, as far as Kel could see.
He hated it; how would you feel is everyone you knew stared at you for no apparent reason, like a bug in a specimen jar? When he was thirteen, his mother sent him a note and a box of extraordinary chocolates.
"To my son;
If you do not already know, I am Hedone, you're mother. Im a goddess, like the Greek kind. Yeah, we're still alive, and yeah we exist. I dont think your father ever new about us, or me.
He was Jerry, no? Hm... actualy, I think it was Domonic... err, Dominic. Yeah. Well, tell him I love him and all of that crap, and I love you, too.
Cya, Hedone"
As you might imagine, this was rather disappointing to him, and an hour's research gave him a reason why everyone liked him; his mother was the goddess of pleasure.
When Kel was seventeen, he was sent to the Academy, out of a need for both a school, and for a safe place. He has been here for two weeks. Abilities: Kellan can send a wave of sheer happiness to anyone within a six-foot radius, automatically. Its not something he can choose to do, although with great concentration, he can stop it. When he is asleep, the feeling weakens, and the deeper he goes, whether asleep or unconscious, the fainter it is.
People can actually get addicted to him; just like when becoming addicted to cigarettes, or drugs, he chemically sends more dopamine to your brain, making you physically more happy.
In time, he will be able to manipulate the three happiness receptors in the brain; serotonin to make people around him drowsy and sleepy, good for enemies, noradrenalin to make people energized, good for comrades, or dopamine, which is his 'default' setting.
He can also give pleasure in the non-emotion aspect, aka sensually.
Weaknesses: Kellan can only send his happy beam in a circle with about a six-foot radius, and no further. Also, he can only give the emotion to up to six people simultaneously, and any more than four leaves a diminished effect.
Also, he can only keep it up with more than four people for five minutes, before it begins to go away. The feeling might continue as a ghost-sensation, but his influence will finish after five minutes. Of course, if he is with only one person, he can make them happy for up to a half an hour.
If he is giving the emotion of happiness sexually, he cannot simultaneously give someone else nearby a cheery mood; he can only do one at once. Other Information: Is trypanophobic; afraid of needles and injections.
Sample post:
Kellan walked to his room, looking wide-eyed at the buildings around him; some were little more than beachhouses, but some were palaces, and others seemed to be opera halls or something.
He stopped at the Hedone residence, one that had been only recently constructed for him, and him alone. He felt honored; he'd gotten such a nice welcome from the Academy! He'd arrived a few weeks ago, and ever since, automatons had been working to make his residence. Now, it was finished.
It was a normal looking house, not that Kel was disappointed. His own house, just for him! He wondered at that, though; Hedone was working as a prostitute, but he was the only child, that the Academy had heard of. Seemed like a job one would get more children in.
He walked in with his bag; he'd repacked in prepartations of moving from the temporary dorms, to his residence, but he'd simply stuffed everything in one bag, not bothering to fold anything or stack it.
He set his bag down, and put his keys in a bowl near the door... man, these people /robots thought of everything! It had white walls, and white couches, and was high, airy, and almost ethereal, like what he imagined the Pantheon in Rome was like.
When he said "Hedone" aloud, pronouncing it "He-don-ee", it echoed off of the walls, and he felt somehow alien, yet at home, simultaneously. It was a two room house; a bedroom, and a sitting/living room, with a flatscreen TV on one wall, and comfy couches lining the other.
If there was an Ikea nearby, he would use it; while he liked the minmalistic furniture they'd put in, he needed something to take the echo out of the house, somehow. Maybe a rug or something.
He stuffed his clothes into a bureau in his bedroom, and sat on his bed. Damn, it was bouncy! He liked its firmness, though; he'd always slept better on a firm mattress.
He lay on the bed, trying to think of what he could do. He'd been given the afternoon off, to move in and stuff, but he'd already had a week of classes. As usual, everyone liked him, not that they could help themselves.
He thought bitterly about how he'd never really made any friends solely on personality, partly because he'd never got the chance; anyone who would have rubbed him the wrong way, and hated him, would like him anyway, off of sheer pleasure.
The bed was big enough for two, if things turned out well, but he couldn't find any spare sheets or blankets, in case it got cold. In California, he'd always been warm enough, but here, it might be colder.
He assumed whoever cleaned his rooms, if anyone did, would change the sheets, like in a hotel or something. Ugh, his dad would think he was so spoiled here! There was an invisible line between having nice things, and expecting them, and he didn't want to cross it accidentally.
He walked into the living room, but didn't sit down. Instead, he simply lay on the carpeted floor, the only floor that had one in the entire residence. Well, in two rooms, at least.
He wondered if anyone else had a better one, with a different layout, but not out of jealousy, but more out of pure curiosity. Like the Apollo cabin; was it some music hall? Was the Athena one a library? Hmph, poor suckers.
He walked out of the door, enjoying the autumn dying sun, and looked through the windows of the residences nearby, seeing all from lone people reading, to which he huffed, to couples making out, obviously unaware of how open they were.
He laughed at that, but remembered Jenna, his last girlfriend. Jenna had been a theater actress, and had a talented singing voice. She'd been brunette, with bright green yes, much like him, in fact.
When he'd had to move for the Academy, they'd had to break up; Kel didn't like commitment, and long-distance relationships never worked out. At least, that had been her excuse. She was probably depressed now; his presence sometimes had that effect.
The more contact he had with people, the most withdrawal they went through after he left, something to do with dopamine reactions. He'd taken advanced biology in high school, and in the Academy he was taking it now, but here it was a specialized class, meant for his personal study of chemical happiness.
He sat up, hearing voices. Going to his door, he saw three people, younger kids, playing frisbee on the lawn a couple hundred feet from his front door, enjoying the last of the autumn sun for the day. Smiling, he left, going to eat dinner.
While he hadn't been disappointed in the food here, he was sure Jamie Oliver had some better recipes, and while he was only averagely good in cooking, the people who made the food should be.
Hm, were they demigods, too? Maybe they were Harpies or something. Weirdly enough, though, when he'd gotten to the table on his first night, all you needed to do was ask for something.
He'd gotten a Caesar salad, with chicken, and the dressing had been fantastic, with great garlicky taste and all. The garlic bread after had been amazing, but the penne bolognese had been slightly too much for him/
Now, maybe he could get sushi or something, something less filling and more tasty.
He sat down next to a goth-looking girl, and whispered hislick my nostril. Asking for six tuna rolls, and eight California rolls, he was surprised to find that the avocado was both creamy and had a bite to it, and the tuna from the tuna rolls, while being raw, was delicious.
He finished, moving on to tempura and rice balls, which were phenomenal, and finishing with good ol' fashioned chocolate and strawberry ice cream. Ah, he could get used to this.
OOC Information
Web Name: Jacen Contact: PM! Play by: Drew Fuller Other Characters: Jacen Grey, Tristan Tynan
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