Post by jay on Feb 16, 2013 22:44:44 GMT -5
* - - james. moon. austin. - - *
[/color] James Moon Austin
Name ;;
Nickname(s) ;;[/color] Jay
Age ;;[/color] Fifteen
Birthday ;;[/color] October 4
Gender ;;[/color] Male
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Species ;;[/color] Demi-god
Immortal Parent ;;[/color] Cupid
Years at Camp ;;[/color] Five
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Celebrity Claim ;;[/color] Zayn Malik
Appearance ;;[/color] James stands at about five feet and nine inches tall, weighting around one-hundred and forty-six pounds. He has short-cut dark hair and brown eyes. Unlike his father, he doesn’t have that average of an appearance. He stands out and is rather handsome. His features are strong-built and his years of training show. On his arm he has the typical SPQR and bars showing the number of years he has spent at camp along with showing who his Olympian parent is. Both of his ears are pierced three times and often he wears three earrings. His skin is a golden tan color. He often dresses in ways that appeal to his body that can show him off and in his mind, make him look good. Tank-tops to show off his muscles, skinny jeans; anything that he thinks looks good on himself. He doesn’t have any specific style of clothing, however, as he is literally willing to wear anything so long as it compliments him. He even occasionally bleaches a streak in his hair when he feels like it. Anything to make him stand out.
Personality ;;[/color] James, or Jay as he prefers to be called, takes pride in his Olympian parentage. He’s forward, often ignoring personal space or boundaries, though he at least knows they exist. He knows he looks good and isn’t afraid to admit it and flaunt. He loves to show off and impress people. Attention is something he craves, though he wouldn’t admit that. He’s prideful yet can shamelessly throw himself at someone, so-to-speak. He’s a flirt down to his core. While he won’t flirt with anything that has two legs, he flirts with both boys and girls alike. When it comes to psychical contact, he isn’t very fond of it unless it’s a simple hand-hold, and even then he isn’t used to it. He may be a flirt, but he’s never dated.
There is a side to Jay that is rather a romantic. He likes to fool around and mess with people, but deep down he wants to fall in love and live “happily ever after”. He has never dated someone before, but he does have the potential to be a very loyal and caring boyfriend. But that can be hard to believe when one first meets him. On the outside, he’s cocky, holding himself up with high compliments and can sometime appear to like himself a lot. However, when it comes to personal relationships, he doesn’t have the best self-confidence. Despite wanting a relationship, he has a habit of pulling away from those that try to get into a relationship with him.
For those that have the luxury of becoming friends with him, James is still cocky, but it opens a door to another side of him most probably won’t see. He cares a lot about his friends, though that isn’t always apparent. He is also a Roman to his core. Honor and loyalty mean a lot to him and are traits he requires in himself and a friend. He is always there for his friends and can be quite protective over them. He’s a fierce warrior when it comes to fighting, knocking that up to another reason to be cocky.
Family ;;[/color]
Cupid (father)
Mindy Austin (mother)
Karson Austin (step-father)
History ;;[/color] Mindy Austin was a journalist student studying in Paris, France. She was well into her fourth year and close to graduation when she met Cupid. It didn’t take her long to fall in love as, in her opinion, the two of them just seemed to click. She continued studying as she had an on and off relationship with the god. She didn’t care if he came and went, since she was a free spirit herself, so long as when he was in Paris, he saw her. One thing led to another and right after graduation, she found herself pregnant. She moved back to America, living in Pismo Beach with her parents. On October 5, she gave birth to a son and named him James.
James and his mother moved to Los Angeles shortly after he was born. There his mother met and married Karson Austin, taking on his name and giving it to her son as well. His mother never talked about his father, though he did know he wasn’t related to Karson. Yet he saw the man as his father and grew to look up to him. However as he grew older and began to question his mother and wonder more and more who his real father was, a void grew between him and Karson as well as his mother.
When he was around five years old, monsters started showing up. His mother knew full well who his father had been and why monsters were popping up. She tried her best to explain things to Karson, but ultimately she just convinced him to move. They moved to Las Vegas, Nevada around when Jay was six years old. When he was seven, the monsters became too hard to avoid and ignore. His mother sent him to Lupa as she went about trying to explain everything to Karson.
Jay wasn’t entirely sure what to think of living with wolves and a couple other demi-gods. He eventually became used to it and started to enjoy the life, becoming familiar with it. At the age of ten, he was sent with the other demi-gods his age to find the camp. Out of a group of three, only he managed to get to the camp safely. The journey wasn’t something he liked to discuss after arrival nor to this day, though he insists it didn’t affect him at all.
Once at the camp, Jay took up a strict training schedule. As the years went by, he became skilled in swordsmanship and slightly in archery, though he isn’t near the level as children of Apollo. As he got better and better at swordsmanship, he eased up on his training, allowing for more free time. He helped fight at the Battle of Orthys and since the Titan War, he’s been slacking off and relaxing at camp.[/blockquote]
Site Alias ;;[/color] Tiger
Reading;;[/color] ALL PJO and HoO, currently up to Mark of Athena.
Roleplaying Experience ;;[/color] five/six years
Sample RP ;;[/color] Jay Austin caught the hilt of his sword as it hurtled back to his height after being tossed up. He was dressed in normal, everyday clothing, for himself at least. Dark denim skinny jeans, a white tank-top with a black sweatshirt unzipped on top and black sneakers on his feet. He had three silver earrings clipped onto each ear. He wore no armor, not needing to. He wasn’t sparing. He was simply holding a sword and watching people. He had earbuds in his ears plugged into his iPod and blasting Love Game by Lady Gaga into his ears.
He gave a cocky smirk and a slight nod of his head to anyone who walked by, though half the time they rolled their eyes and ignored him. He raised an eyebrow. Why didn’t people want to at least say hi to him? He stuck the point of the sword in the ground and rested the open palm of his hand at the end of the hilt. He racked his brain. He was charming, adorable, handsome, sexy… What wasn’t there to like? He realized he wasn’t entirely ready for a serious relationship, but hell it didn’t hurt to have friends, let alone say hello to him. He’d been at the camp for five years, knew names and faces, but he wasn’t sure if he would call anyone his friend.
The teenager figured he could be spending time with his sister, but what if she was busy? He doubted she’d appreciate being interrupted or pestered, though he occasionally enjoyed irritating people. At least they noticed him. He paused as his playlist switched the song to Stupid Cupid by Mandy Moore. He pursed his lips and took the iPod out. Why the heck he had this song, he wasn’t entirely sure. It had a nice beat, but was ultimately too girly for his taste. He shrugged to himself and picked up the sword. He’d deal with the song. After all, it was technically calling his dad stupid. That was something he could laugh at, though he kept the laughter in his head.
He walked to the armory and put the sword away, after all it didn’t belong to him. He didn’t have a special weapon from father dearest. But that didn’t matter to him, or at least he claimed that it didn’t. Any weapon in a fight was welcomed, whether it belonged to him or not. So long as he could defend himself. He left the sword where it belonged and trudged his way through the camp, heading into New Rome. He found himself at the Lake, staring at his own reflection. Gods, was he good-looking. He laughed to himself and picked up a pebble, throwing it into the water. He liked it here. The camp was his home and he wouldn’t want his life any other way.
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