Post by kitsune on Feb 14, 2010 17:46:01 GMT -5
Name: Carwyn Aiko Callas
Age: Fifteen
Gender: Male
Olympian Parent: Aphrodite
Minor God and Goddess Parents: ---
Power:
History:
Age: Fifteen
Gender: Male
Olympian Parent: Aphrodite
Minor God and Goddess Parents: ---
Power:
Carwyn can "bottle" certain emotions - 'love,' confusion, envy amongst them - for use later; these emotions typically take the form of smoke or liquid and cause those that inhale/drink them to experience the emotion - love potion, anyone? The liquids are typically more concentrated than the smokes. Carwyn can also speak to swans.Description:
Carwyn is often teased for his effeminate appearance: standing at five-ten and hardly muscular, the easiest way to describe him would be 'slender;' then again, he's usually far from graceful, so perhaps 'lanky' would be the best word. He has a delicately good-looking face that's rarely tarnished by acne, with high cheekbones and long eyelashes. The teenager has dirty blonde-brown hair that he tries to keep short, though it grows notoriously quick - he's often sporting a hasty haircut. The demigood doesn't seem to understand the idea of 'dressing casually': he's typically found wearing dress slacks and a button-up shirt and, while he can be occasionally found in black jeans, you'll never see him wearing a t-shirt. Carwyn's eyes are a dark, vivid blue.Play-by: Jamie Campbell-Bower
History:
Carwyn's father, Robert, was a stock broker who, in a rare moment of intoxication, met Aphrodite in a smoky bar. After the initial meeting, Robert kept in vague touch with "Ai," only to find a baby basket on his porch one day with the note 'Carwyn Aiko' attached. The baby inside of it looked eerily like Ai, but the businessman never saw the woman again.Personality:
Carwyn's childhood was largely uneventful: growing up in the suburbs of Maryland, the boy was spoiled and granted whatever he desired, though he rarely saw his father and was typically in the care of his grandmother. The Callas matriarch knew that Carwyn wasn't quite human: the boy would hold long conversations with wild swans and geese before he realized that that was unusual, had a strange knack for finding pearls in wild clams, and claimed that the 'fish-women in the bay were watching him.' Still, nothing extreme ever occured, and at age seven he was sent to a boarding school.
Carwyn was bullied intensely over a thousand different details: his clothing, his appearance, his family and lack of mother. When he was called home at age eleven, he was relieved - even if it was because his grandmother was dying.
After her death, Carwyn didn't return to school, staying in 'mourning' for several months: in reality he was only appreciating his newfound freedom, walking along the docks and looking for the 'fish women' that had so enchanted him as a child and, finally, looking for his mother.
He found out nothing but the evidence in his name: "Carwyn" meant 'blessed love' in Welsh, whereas "Aiko" meant 'love child' in Japanese. Still, he didn't put together the bizarre puzzle until he found his stalker.
... admittedly, the satyr wasn't his. The maid's daughter was a child of Ares, and only after the war-child was halfway to Camp Half-Blood did the bumbling satyr realize its mistake: when it had sensed the power, there had been two instead of one, the auras of Ares and Aphrodite blending until they were initially indistinguishable from each other.
It only took a brief show of ability to convince Mr. Callas to allow his son to attend "Camp Half-Blood" over the summer, and it was no surprise when Carwyn was claimed soon after getting there. Admittedly, it could have been done in a more subtle way; he's never quite forgiven his mother for the floating hearts and disembodied harp music that followed him around for a day before the counsellors got the message. He remained a bit of a joke until he hit thirteen and puberty - that's when Carwyn began to mix emotions, and those who laughed at him quickly learned not to.
(Or at least, to laugh and then watch what they drink.)
For a child of Aphrodite, Carwyn is awfully disenchanted when it comes to love: while he can recognize it when it's genuine, it's never been directed towards him, and if someone asks him to mix a love potion he only gives them a politely puzzled look.Role-Playing Sample:
Carwyn usually possesses very good manners in front of people he is unfamiliar with. Around the few he's comfortable with Carwyn is blunt and oft sarcastic, making it difficult to distinguish a joking insult from a genuine one.
After boarding school, the demigod learned that staying on the biggest bully's side is the best. In combat, Carwyn always sides with the strongest, no matter his own morals or how poorly that side treats him.
When it comes to using his ability - unusual, by Aphrodite-spawn standards - Carwyn doesn't distinguish between friend and enemy. If someone pays, his abilities are for sale, and he rarely asks questions about how they're going to be used.
Still, he does sport some of the more common traits of Aphrodite's children: he's terribly vain, as his clothing tends to indicate, and, while he finds fighting strangely beautiful, he rarely participates in it.
When it comes to random peculiarities, Carwyn adores pomegranates and limes, and is known for reading far too much into whatever gifts are given to him. He tends to see symbolism in everything.
Carwyn sat hunched outside of Aphrodite's cabin, gritting his teeth at the wind that shrieked between the tiny huts and tore at his clothing. The boy was bedecked in winter clothing: a fluff-lined grey jacket with the hood pulled over his face, an unravelling pink scarf that one of his numerous sisters had knitted as a joke, and a pair of gloves that made it incredibly difficult to complete the task at hand. "Still, they're paying good money," he muttered under his breath, breathing into a tiny plastic heart-container that had once been a perfume bottle and capping it quickly; the carbon dioxide swirled invisibly inside of its prison and then was suddenly tinted with pink.Rules Password:
He wasn't sure why the Hermes cabin wanted fifteen 'love-smoke bombs,' and he was starting to think that it was going to be part of an elaborate prank that was to be coincidentally timed with Valentine's Day. Still, he wasn't going to ask questions.
Carwyn would have worked inside of the cabin, but his beloved 'sisters' were in there and would be wanting to know all about this jumbo-sized order. He grimaced at the thought of their heavily made-up faces and carefully-painted nails. He had... what? Three, four brothers and at least three times as many sisters? The fact that he was related to all of them was still a bit ungraspable, but he'd get used to it eventually. Still, it was none of their business who the order for. Being one of the few able to bottle the allure of Aphrodite's children had its perks, and secrecy was just one of the few services he guaranteed.
Carwyn finished the last plastic weapon, shaking it and watching the pink smoke swirling in response. "Alright..." He glanced back at the cabin door - some boy band's music was playing loudly - and winced, standing and glancing about. They were so... loud. Far too giggly for his tastes - hadn't they ever heard that silence was the sweetest sound? "To where can I make my escape?"
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