Post by rowan on Nov 19, 2012 1:51:55 GMT -5
* - - Rowan. Elliot. Northwood. - - *
[/color] Rowan Elliot Northwood
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Nickname(s) ;;[/color] Ro, Smarty pants, green thumb, Scary bastard (for people who’ve seen him get mad)
Age ;;[/color] 18
Birthday ;;[/color] December 29, 1994
Gender ;;[/color] Male
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Species ;;[/color] Legacy
Immortal Parent ;;[/color] Claimed by Ceres, (Acknowledged by Quirinus)
Years at Camp ;;[/color]8
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Celebrity Claim ;;[/color] John Patrick Amedori
Appearance ;;[/color] Rowan has a deceptively shy expression that usually graces his pretty face. He has earthy eyes that are a strange swirl of green and a deep earthy brown, which seem to be a blend of his mother’s brown eyes and his father’s striking green. He has symmetrical features that have an aristocratic cast to them. Chocolate brown hair frames his face and is usually kept a little lengthier than is usual for a soldier, but is just a personal choice. He doesn’t like to cut his hair very short. His facial expressions are usually very soft and hint at the scheming often going on in his head, but are often kept under control.
Rowan is 5’ 11” which tends towards the tall side of camp, and is fairly well muscled. He is really more on the lean side of the mass index, and he sports the Camp Jupiter tattoo markings on his forearm with eight tic marks and the crest of leaves symbolic of Ceres. In terms of dressing style, it could almost be described as metro. He is often well dressed in borderline skinny jeans and collared shirts, as well as lots of plaid. In colder months, he also often sports a scarf. Sometimes he will wear his camp tee to show some Roman spirit, but not terribly often.
Personality ;;[/color] Rowan is incredibly calculating, cunning and analytical, traits he no doubt inherited from his mother and his maternal grandfather, Quirinus, who is a god of military strategy and prowess. He is able to carefully look past his feelings and see real situations at hand, which he demonstrates during training and war games, but also during the battle of Mt. Orthys. He is extremely perceptive, able to quickly recognize the patterns and mistakes that his opponents make, which gives him an edge. In battle, while his preference is to concoct strategies based on deduction of his opponents' fighting abilities and style, his natural battle instincts are also highly tuned.
In the face of adversity, Rowan has the uncommon ability to shun all emotions and shine a blank slate, thinking three to four steps ahead to seize control of the situation. Coupled with his vast intelligence, his detached emotional state is one of his greatest assets. It would be a mistake not to remember that he was claimed by Ceres, however. His slightly aloof image may be furthered by his tendency to maintain and take care of a large garden a little ways away from his barrack, usually alone. He does so very diligently, but it is mostly to practice with his dominion over plant-life, which although it is weaker than a demi-god child of Ceres, it is still surprisingly strong thanks to the degree of ability his father had.
Because of his tendency to observe and analyze all situations, he may come off as shy or unsociable, but he is actually very warm towards people he knows and cares about. His care for his friends and family are the backbone of his fighting drive, as he would sacrifice just about anything to protect them. Rowan has a very kind heart, which he is aware can be honed as a weakness. He likes to be around people he considers close to him and when he is, he is often warm and humorous, though he never quite loses his soft-spoken nature. It comes naturally, though he is also aware that it makes him seem less threatening than he could be. Conversely, in the rare occasion that someone manages to piss him off, it can be a frightening spectacle. This is not because he goes into a boisterous rage, but rather that he becomes so deadly calm and his words are as sharp as the weapons he wields; if it has anything to do with a threat to those he holds dear, he also becomes merciless.
Family ;;[/color] Michelle Raylene-Northwood: Mother, daughter of Quirinus
Desmond Northwood: Father, son of Ceres
Maternal Grandmother- Sarah Raylene
Maternal Grandfather- Quirinus
Paternal Grandmother- Ceres
Paternal Grandfather- Anthony Northwood
History ;;[/color] It is interesting that Rowan’s story began where it continues today, with his parents meeting one another in the confines of Camp Jupiter. His mother, was younger than his father, and she was one of the few daughters of Quirinus seen in years. As such, she was fairly widely respected in the camp for her extreme penchant for strategizing and engaging in war games and brought honor to her cohort. So how she fell in love with Desmond had remained something of a mystery.
The two of them were quite opposite, her with her detached nature and him with his passionate one. Before arriving at camp at age eight, Michelle lived in a broken household that required her to mature quickly and forsake many of her emotions to avoid trouble between her mother and her crazy step-father. Once things in her life had escalated high enough between poor parentage and monsters attempting to get to her, she’d been told about the wolf house and had gone to take refuge there, easily proving herself with her battle prowess with Lupa.
Desmond on the other hand, had had relatively good relations with his father and stepmother, who both strove to teach him to be good and always express his feelings when he needed to. He wasn’t a very troublesome kid, and he loved visiting his father’s green house with him and learn all about the life of a botanist (which had been what attracted Ceres in the first place) but his heightened abilities for a Ceres child attracted monsters rapidly. It didn’t take long after his ninth birthday to get to the point that the wolf-house was the only option for his safety, so he went. Being two years older than Michelle, he’d arrived a year before Michelle. At camp he was less interested in battle and proving himself in battle, but was revered in his own right for his power over plants, including hyper-growth and fashioning them into weapons at will to surprise opponents in battle. These abilities were thanks to his mother Ceres, and they are perhaps what initially attracted Michelle in the first place.
With years of growing up first as friends, then as something more, once both of their ten years of service in camp were up, they went to new Rome together. However, both soon wondered what it’d be like to live a normal life in the outside world again, thinking that with their combined tact and natural abilities they could make it on their own, even if they had to later return if they were wrong. In a little house in Escondido, CA, the two demi-gods had been married and were expecting a child. On December 29, Rowan Elliot Northwood came into the world and the two were very happy.
They grew together as a family for five years in peace as both imparted their philosophies on Rowan, resulting in his cerebral but friendly nature. It didn’t take long to see that although his abilities were a little bit diluted from the first generation, he would grow up to have great skills. Of course, a skilled family always drew monsters. Just after Rowan’s fifth birthday, a rogue manticore happened to catch a whiff of the family together on an outing to the park which ended in disaster. Hoping for an easy meal, the beast went for Rowan first as he’d been running around just a little ways away from his parents. His scream pierced the air and his parents flew into action just before the manticore could injure Rowan, but at the cost of Michelle putting herself in front of him. The attack had viciously torn the muscles from her lower back to her calf muscle, rendering her handicapped for a long while, even with ambrosia.
Angered, Desmond had attacked the manticore with everything he had while Rowan was distressed by his mother’s injury. She was still conscious enough to murmur instructions to her son, however, and told him exactly where to hit the manticore to kill it. With precision, five-year-old Rowan did exactly as he was told and he and his father killed the beast together. However, that was the end of their time outside of New Rome and they promptly returned after the fact. It was safe there and Rowan didn’t mind, but the traumatic event had subdued the entire family somewhat. With his father caring for his mother, he became more quiet and cautious, keeping himself controlled to be strong for his parents.
Nothing more of interest happened for the next five years, but then the time came for him to be claimed by the legion for ten years. His parents were sad to give him up, but were proud to see their son go off and become a great soldier. Rowan more or less flourished during his time in camp and the extent of his inherited abilities became apparent, earning approval from his parents along the way. When the war of Mt. Orthys came, it was a trying time for Rowan. He was sixteen at the time and it brought back memories of the battle with the Manticore, but he was far better suited to handle the monsters this time than he had been when he was five. It was easy for him to detach himself from his fear and horror and throw himself into the battle. He thought of his friends and his parents as he’d fought, knowing he was doing it for them and it managed to carry him through the dark time. He sustained a few minor injuries during some of the skirmishes, but in all, luck and skill got him through alive. Afterwards, he’d never admit it to anyone but he sometimes had nightmares about it. Closing those emotions off was something that came naturally to him though. Nowadays, he spends his time tending his miniature garden outside of his barrack, pondering about the new warnings from the Titan of forethought, coming up with scenarios and strategies on how to deal with it. [/blockquote]
Site Alias ;;[/color] Issa or Keerin are fine.
Reading;;[/color] All that are out of PJO and HoO
Roleplaying Experience ;;[/color] About 6 or 7
Sample RP ;;[/color] See and of Zidane’s, Issa’s, or Kassia’s posts! <3
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