Post by Nico di Angelo on Aug 18, 2008 22:40:57 GMT -5
• Name: Nico di Angelo
• Age: 17
• Descent: Son of Hades
• Description: Nico is tall and lanky, his considerable muscles hardly noticeable on his thin frame, standing about 5'9" and 145 pounds. His black hair is uncut, though well-kept. His nearly-black eyes are cold in his olive-toned face. Adorned as he normally is in black, even a mortal wouldn't be surprised to hear that he was a son of the Lord of the Dead. His movements are smooth and languid, with the occasional burst of violent motion in times of extreme emotion.
His clothes are void of embellishment: black tee-shirt, with the occasional logo where otherwise unavoidable; black hoodie sweatshirt, unzipped with the hood off; black or dark blue faded jeans with frayed edges; black DC sneakers; sunglasses. Quite original, eh?
• Personality: Nico is quite the social misfit. Not that he participates in many social rituals or functions, though. He's moody-- something to do with growing up orphaned, appearing in a new millennium without aging, having your only human family and the one person you looked up to die and being stuck mostly underground for the subsequent five years-- cold, and occasionally violent. He will go hours at a time brooding and planning, oftentimes without eating-- a cause of his unusual thinness.
When dealing with people-- whether mortal or magical-- above ground, he's sarcastic, witty and snide. He's not afraid to insult anyone, be it teachers and principles, school bullies, or a stranger sitting next to him on a public bus. He discriminates not with his infallible insults.
• Abilities: He's the son of the Dead. He's immensely powerful: he's able to split the earth and swallow people whole; he can raised the dead of millennia past; he can make a mean burrito.
Okay, not sure about the last one.
He fights with a sword of Stygian iron, which I have currently forgotten the name of and am unable to search for because my copy of the fourth book is missing.
• Camp Half-Blood:When Nico is at camp, he sleeps with the Hermes cabin. It's funny, how there's always a three-foot gap around his sleeping bag, while the rest of the cabin is packed. He doesn't participate in most activities, apart from sword-fighting and Capture the Flag. This all, of course, only applies to when he is at camp, which, frankly, isn't all that often.
• RP Sample:
Nico paced back an forth in the shadowed caverns of his father's palace. He was brooding, as usual. Word to change to had reached the Underworld of the missing Half-Blood. Apparently they were issuing a quest, to find and return the camper. The news, fresh from Camp Half-Blood, had sparked memories he had wished were vacated from his mind. Namely, that final battle. Percy's death.
When the battle had taken place, he remembered how he had still looked up to Percy, still revered him in an odd sort of way. And Annabeth and Thalia, but mostly Percy. He remembered the fierce determination in his eyes as he charged forward under the onslaught of Titan archers. He also remembered that he had hated Percy. The year after his sister's death. Bianca...
It was strange. Even though he spent so much of his time in the Underworld, even though he was the only living son of the Lord of the Dead, he had no more chance to return the ones he missed than even the densest mortal. He had tried. Many times he had tried, to summon Bianca again, or Percy, or any of the others who had died in that last, desperate, victorious fight. But they were gone, as surely as winter would turn to spring.
A cold smile played across his grim mouth at that; it was his step mother, the Queen Persephone, who caused the seasons to change. There was always a chance that she would decide to stay bellow ground, and winter would not turn to spring. So maybe there's hope for me yet...
• Age: 17
• Descent: Son of Hades
• Description: Nico is tall and lanky, his considerable muscles hardly noticeable on his thin frame, standing about 5'9" and 145 pounds. His black hair is uncut, though well-kept. His nearly-black eyes are cold in his olive-toned face. Adorned as he normally is in black, even a mortal wouldn't be surprised to hear that he was a son of the Lord of the Dead. His movements are smooth and languid, with the occasional burst of violent motion in times of extreme emotion.
His clothes are void of embellishment: black tee-shirt, with the occasional logo where otherwise unavoidable; black hoodie sweatshirt, unzipped with the hood off; black or dark blue faded jeans with frayed edges; black DC sneakers; sunglasses. Quite original, eh?
• Personality: Nico is quite the social misfit. Not that he participates in many social rituals or functions, though. He's moody-- something to do with growing up orphaned, appearing in a new millennium without aging, having your only human family and the one person you looked up to die and being stuck mostly underground for the subsequent five years-- cold, and occasionally violent. He will go hours at a time brooding and planning, oftentimes without eating-- a cause of his unusual thinness.
When dealing with people-- whether mortal or magical-- above ground, he's sarcastic, witty and snide. He's not afraid to insult anyone, be it teachers and principles, school bullies, or a stranger sitting next to him on a public bus. He discriminates not with his infallible insults.
• Abilities: He's the son of the Dead. He's immensely powerful: he's able to split the earth and swallow people whole; he can raised the dead of millennia past; he can make a mean burrito.
Okay, not sure about the last one.
He fights with a sword of Stygian iron, which I have currently forgotten the name of and am unable to search for because my copy of the fourth book is missing.
• Camp Half-Blood:When Nico is at camp, he sleeps with the Hermes cabin. It's funny, how there's always a three-foot gap around his sleeping bag, while the rest of the cabin is packed. He doesn't participate in most activities, apart from sword-fighting and Capture the Flag. This all, of course, only applies to when he is at camp, which, frankly, isn't all that often.
• RP Sample:
Nico paced back an forth in the shadowed caverns of his father's palace. He was brooding, as usual. Word to change to had reached the Underworld of the missing Half-Blood. Apparently they were issuing a quest, to find and return the camper. The news, fresh from Camp Half-Blood, had sparked memories he had wished were vacated from his mind. Namely, that final battle. Percy's death.
When the battle had taken place, he remembered how he had still looked up to Percy, still revered him in an odd sort of way. And Annabeth and Thalia, but mostly Percy. He remembered the fierce determination in his eyes as he charged forward under the onslaught of Titan archers. He also remembered that he had hated Percy. The year after his sister's death. Bianca...
It was strange. Even though he spent so much of his time in the Underworld, even though he was the only living son of the Lord of the Dead, he had no more chance to return the ones he missed than even the densest mortal. He had tried. Many times he had tried, to summon Bianca again, or Percy, or any of the others who had died in that last, desperate, victorious fight. But they were gone, as surely as winter would turn to spring.
A cold smile played across his grim mouth at that; it was his step mother, the Queen Persephone, who caused the seasons to change. There was always a chance that she would decide to stay bellow ground, and winter would not turn to spring. So maybe there's hope for me yet...
