Paul Haxon
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Son of Hephaestus
One of the better days.
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Post by Paul Haxon on Sept 10, 2010 6:10:49 GMT -7
"And I’m always gonna want to blow your mind"
The Basics
Name: Paul Garrett Haxon Nicknames/Aliases: Haxon (nobody calls him Paul) Age: 18 Grade: Senior Occupation: Student Sexuality: Heterosexual Olympian Parent: Hephaestus Mortal Relatives: Brenda Haxon – Mother; Darren Haxon – Uncle; Martha Haxon - Grandmother
Physical Statistics
Height: 6’2 Weight: 175 lbs Hair Color: Dark brown Eye Color: Blue
Lets Get More Personal
Likes: -training -forging -fixing broken things -physical sports -winning -bragging -showing off -fighting -getting into trouble
Dislikes: -being told that he is weak -losing -cute girly things -anything pink -not getting his own way -drama -being told to wait
Personality: Paul isn’t really actually the perfect poster boy for sainthood. He has a very short fuse and would oftentimes, get into trouble because of it. Quick to rise in anger, he can be terribly rude and obnoxious because of his aggressive attitude. He is quite impulsive and reckless, and could not be found standing in a place for more than one minute. Trying to get him to wait would only be as futile as ordering a caged wild animal to stay still in its confinement while the door is wide open. Looking like he is fueled on pure testosterone, Paul relies mostly on instinct and emotions. He is tactless and brash, and has the finesse of a street gangster, cussing up insults that would put a long-time sailor to shame. A magnet for brawls and blows, he never backs down on any of them, believing that saying no would be a dent to his masculinity. Like one of those turtley high school jocks, he is annoyingly self-confident and conceited. It’s not really that surprising that others would often mistake him as an Ares kid because of his stubborn, bull-headed nature. When driven to anger, he sees red and would not at all hesitate to inflict injury to the one he was mad at. However, even if he isn’t the best person to get along with, his volatile nature makes him quick to laughs and smiles as easily as he is to scowls and fistfights.
Explosive personality aside, however, Paul is an excellent forger and craftsman oftentimes bordering on genius. His works are creative as well as strong and if there is one thing that he is most proud of, it is the weapons that he makes. Brawny and well-muscled, he looks every inch like the stereotyped version of a blacksmith. Answerable to only himself, he is a master to none and has difficulty listening to authority figures. He views them as threats. The handful of fortunate people that he allows to near him and are able to gather some sense into him are the ones patient enough to douse cool waters on his fiery character.
History: Brenda Haxon was a small-town waitress at the local diner, struggling to keep both ends meet for her alcoholic mother and her kid brother, who had just started his high school freshman year that fall. His father had died some 3 years ago, exactly around the time when her mother had started drinking. Though Brenda had tried countless of times to snap out Martha Haxon from her depression, it really didn’t do anything much to yank her back to reality from all her self-pity. Since Brenda was a practical, no nonsense woman, she accepted life as it was---a sh*t hole with no escape route from its crappiness. She didn’t complain. Didnt waste time whining about it. She just simply grew tired and…adapted. It was the only way to survive.
One rainy night, some 30 minutes before she was about to close up the place, a stranger came at the diner. Because he had been the only customer at the place, Brenda had gotten to talking with him and found him most interesting. Although, Brenda wasn’t exceptionally beautiful, she was pretty enough. And she was warm and compassionate too, despite all the lemons life had been giving her. The last part was what probably what attracted the stranger to her. After that, the rest of the night was a blur. Outside, in the guy’s car, Paul was conceived.
When Brenda found out that she was pregnant, she had seriously considered getting an abortion. Life was already complicated the way it was. Having an unplanned child wasn’t really something that could make it any easier. However, somewhere along the line, she had figured if she can’t raise the kid, she might as well have it adopted as soon it was born. When Paul was born that fateful summer’s day, his mother took one look at him and felt her initial mother’s instincts kick to life. She broke down and cried as she finally realized that she couldn’t give up her child. Giving him up would be giving in, and what Brenda prized most was her being a fighter. She was no quitter. She has gone this far, and she would be going farther still.
So, Paul was raised in the small suburban town, juggling studying and his odd after-school job—working in the junkyard. It was kind of odd for a kid of 8 to be picking up scraps here and there, but it was something that brings food to the table, and frankly, he just didn’t care. Soon enough, he started tinkling with the piece of junks he found in the area. It was there that he made his first invention at age 10—a go kart. It wasn’t as good as the commercial ones since the parts were crappy, but it was something to him. He discovered that he had a certain gift for fixing and creating new stuff, and pretty soon, he had been harnessing his skill, just making things that could be at least useful for them at home.
When he was 12, a harpy came to attack him, and surprise! Surprise! His hand started darting out flames. Though he had burnt the monster to crisp, his power had scared him sh*tless and he thought that he was some kind of freak because of that. He went home confused and frightened, but later that night, Hephaestus appeared to Paul in his dream and claimed him, the sign of an axe burned through his skin at his left calf while he slept on. He was told of the dangers of being a demigod, and was given instructions to go to a certain camp to train and take refuge.
When Paul woke up, he immediately told his mother of what happened earlier during the day and what had transpired in the dream, and though Brenda was against this idea of Paul leaving his family, she believed what he had said and took the time to drive him to Half Blood Academy.
It’s been 6 years now.
Abilities: -Creative -Expert in designing weapons and forging it -Pyrokinesis -Strong resistance to heat
Weaknesses: -Is easily ticked off -Has no control of his temper -Fire is cooled off with water (literally and metaphorically) -Lets his emotions get the best of him
Other Information: His weapon is a silver celestial boomerang that looks like this, except it has sharp outer edges.
Sample post: To normal human beings, the temperature in the room rising suddenly to a boiling point without any signs yet of a raging fire is a cause for alarm. And yet, here in Camp Half Blood, with bothersome Hephaestus children running around igniting trouble everywhere they go, it seems to be something somewhat of a usual thing. It would start off as creeping warmth in the area, then escalating to unbearable heat, then finally, fires would be popping out of thin air anywhere. Although there were some of them that can hold their powers in check, like their Cabin Leader, Dawn Valdethiel, there were others that can have their emotions get the best of them too. Like Haxon, for example.
Paul Haxon wasn’t like one of his siblings who’d settle for slow burning anger. Since his power depended much on his emotions, orange flames would abruptly be appearing once his temper is sorely tested --- which is usually almost half of his waking time. His rage often comes in short powerful bursts that incinerate anything around him. Oh, he had gotten into a lot of trouble countless of times because of his not being able to control his irritability, and one would often doubt that he had learned something from his punishments, but it was simply just in the boy’s nature to be extremely temperamental and explosive like Fire.
And now, here he was again. One eye twitching as if he was on the verge of going berserk. The flame on his hand flared brighter as he gave a slow, chilling smile at his would-be victim. REVENGE AT LAST! There was a certain satisfaction at seeing the helpless evil bunny’s eyes widen in fear. It looked almost… vulnerable, and for one brief moment, Haxon hesistated. He wasn’t immune to compassion too. But then he remembered the soiled sheets in his bunk, courtesy of the damned creature, and his resolve strengthened. He was just about to shoot flames at the cowering rabbit when suddenly his thoughts got interrupted by an unexpected, “May I ask what you are doing?” followed by another voice that exclaimed, "What, may I ask, has happened to this place?" and finally a "Whatcha doin?"
Annoyed, Haxon turned around to face the three newcomers. They were so aggravatingly noisy. “I’m taking a shower, Mom, Dad, Bro. Can I have a moment of privacy?” he said sarcastically, putting out the flame from his hand and giving the bunny the impression that Paul had forgotten about it. “What the heck does it look like what I’m doing?” Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw the rabbit edging towards the nearest escape. Haxon shot a flame at it and missed, scorching and charring the wall instead. “Ask more stupid questions, will you?” He shook his head irritatedly at some people’s foolishness. The little monster scampered off, and Haxon, pissed that he had let himself get distracted by those clowns, uttered an audible curse and was about to run after his prey, when he felt somebody throw a casual arm around his shoulder.
Haxon looked and was about to comment in an irate tone on the audacity of the newcomer (Paul was the Don’t-Touch-Me-and-Keep-Your-Damn-Distance kind of guy) when he saw that it was Jesse Nelson, his bestfriend. Jesse was one of the few people who can actually try to put some sense into Paul. Probably it was because of the other guy being a son of Poseidon. Water cools down fire and all that.
Paul stared at the retreating back of the rabbit and decided to let it get away for now. He’ll hunt it down later. “Nah. It crapped to its heart’s content on my bunk,” Haxon said, wrinkling his nose a little as he crossed his arms.
OOC Information
Web Name: Seeker Contact: PM Play by: Chris Evans
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Post by eris on Sept 10, 2010 6:14:39 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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