Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2013 15:49:00 GMT -5
* - - alexander lustur - - *
Name ;; Alexander Lustur
Nickname(s) ;; Alex
Age ;; 18
Birthday ;; 22nd January
Gender ;; Male
Species ;; Demi-God
Immortal Parent ;; Mars
Years at Camp ;; 9
Celebrity Claim ;; Clément Lasserre
Appearance ;; Alex Lustur is a tall, muscular young male who has wavy dark brown hair. It is one step away from being completely black, this is the same with his facial hair. The rest of his face is quite muscled, and toned, matching his body quite well. In his grey eyes you can see nothing but arrogance, there is no subtlety or hint of it, it is just blunt and plain to see.
His clothes match his personality, which is quite archaic. He will usually only ever be seen in his red tunic, belt and sandals and very rarely seen in modern clothing. The only other acceptable form of clothing for him is his armour, which is custom made by request. It features a helmet, cuirass, pauldrons, arm guards, gloves, shin guards, boots and a cloak. It is heavily engraved and etched with various wolf-heads symbols, camp logos and symbols of Mars, his father.
The situation is what his clothing choice depends on, in battle he will wear his full armour, casually he will only wear the Cuirass, Pauldrons and arm guards and boots. If he is taking a role of command or authority he will wear his cloak, which is blood-red and adorned with a wolf-fur trim and lining, bulking him out and making him seem like a true commander of a Legion.
Personality ;; Alex is arrogant. That is the staple of his personality, if he wasn't arrogant, he wouldn't be Alex. His skill in battle, his muscular body, his socially attractive face, his body language and the way he speaks and looks at people screams arrogance, he has been attributed as second to only his father in terms of pure arrogance and hubris. But this is of course not the only trait that he has, he is also quite blunt, adopting a 'if you are old enough to ask, you are old enough to know' policy, which has gotten him into trouble with the Praetors and many centurions.
Glory, especially in Battle drives Alex to be the way he is, he seeks to impress his father, his cohort and his ever high standards. Glory is the best way to do this, he volunteers for all and any military campaigns or missions, he fights as a major part of his Legion and is generally regarded as a fierce warrior with a severe narcissism issue. He will often use taunts and insults to demean his opponents and force them into anger, which causes them many mistakes, but he himself is easily taunted on his pride and is quick to make mistakes in battle when angered.
He is not wholly self-centered however, those who have been under his 'test' command have noted him as caring towards his troops, putting them before himself when it comes to rationed food and water. He has also exhibited this to those in camp who he likes, and is friends with. It takes time for him to get to know someone, but once he does, he treats them like a comrade and a brother at all times.
Powers ;; Alex is pretty standard in terms of a Mars kid, he's incredibly gifted with any type of weapon, especially bladed weapons. He is also gifted when utilizing a sword and shield, a standard roman method of fighting. He also has the intimidating presence that his father has, a gift in battle and in general life which can scare or frighten those who aren't ready to deal with it. He also has a mind for military tactics, not only from his father, but from his mother too, something which allows him to effectively control, command and lead troops in a large-scale battle.
Family ;; Mother - Noya Lustur
Father - Mars
Step-Brother - Noah Lustur
History ;; Mars, Roman God of War, a legendary figure in many circles, even more legendary to Noya Lustur. They met at a museum showing of a new Roman Arms and Armour display, Noya had helped to construct the replicas as she was a military historian, focusing specifically on the Roman weaponry and armaments. She gave a small presentation at this showing, her knowledge and her charisma charmed Mars, and they began dating in a hushed fashion.
It wasn't until a few weeks later, that Noya discovered her pregnancy. Mars had been masquerading as a fellow Historian up until this point, but the pregnancy announcement made him come clean, he showed his true colours to Noya, and revealed himself as a Roman God. Noya, like many, was fascinated at first, but then heartbroken when Mars was recalled to his position as a God. Nine months later, Alex was born.
Alex was a Son of Mars, half-human, half-god, a Demigod. Noya had this explained to her, but it still took time to sink in, she had done research during the pregnancy, but only the Greek Demigods were prominent during her research, a worrying thought for her. Mars visited Alex during his infancy, Alex was young enough to never remember the scene, but Mars gave his mother some advice. "Begin his training early, if he discovers weaponry himself, he could be dangerous." and with that, the god vanished for the rest of Alex's life.
Noya brought Alex up in a similar style to a fan-girl would bring up their child. She pushed him into Live-Action Roleplaying and Weapon Training and fighting in general, it also aided with her research as well as giving Alex an outlet for his powers. Alex took to weapons like a baby takes to its mothers face. His gifts as Son of Mars meant that he naturally excelled with any sort of offensive weaponry. He was also becoming quite skilled with a shield and with armour (it was all tailed to his age and size.)
Alex was seven when the monsters came, a large hellhound came barrelling out of the Woods near his house, knocking him straight into a neighbours fence and making him unconcious. The hellhound was set to have its way with Alex, as it approached its downed victim, but it stopped dead three metres away turning to face two newly appeared Demigods. These Demigods were dressed plainly, and lightly armed but they fought like skilled warriors, wounded the Hellhound and seeing it off before approaching Alex.
An entire week passed before Alex woke up, he awoke in an instant, sitting up at speed and knocking his head off the bunk above him. A loud grunt came from above, as a bulky kid hopped off the bunk, dagger in hand as if he was going to gut Alex. He stopped after realizing that it was Alex, and apologized, sheathing the Dagger. Over the next hour, he explained what was happening, he told Alex of Lupa and the Wolf-House and that he should probably go and find Lupa to sort things out himself.
Just under two years is what Alex spent at the Wolf House, training to become a better Demigod. It's here that he began specializing in certain types of Battle. He focused and specialized in Bladed weapons, swords and spears. He also specialized in fighting with a Gladius and a Scutum, although he preferred the older rounder shields. There was nothing other that was special about Alex, he was a run of the mill Son of Mars with his own focusing areas. But Lupa believed him ready when he was Nine, and sent him off to Camp alongside another Son of Mars.
The two bonded incredibly closely during their journey, they fought together against varying Monsters, Vaerius his name was. Ben helped Vaerius survive the colder times, by lending him his own cloak and rations. The two practically carried each other to the entrance of the Camp and collapsed through the tunnel, to be picked up by those who on guard.
Both Vaerius and Alexander survived the ordeal and were invited into the camp, to train, to learn and to become Roman Demigods in their true form. It wasn't until he was 13 that he began experiancing Combat in the deadly form as he was sent out with varying skirmisher parties to participate in battles against Monsters and mislead Demigods. Fifteen was the age when he and Vaerius got to fight together once more as they fought in the Battle of Othrys.
Alex and Vaerius were in the second row of the first formation to advance upon the Fortress. with their shields held firm and a small throwing spear in their hands they readied themselves for what was coming, this was real. A real-live battle, where mercy was nonexistant and a slaughter was going to occur."Hey Vaerius, if you die, can I have your armour?" "Hell no, you can get stuffed. I won't be dying today"
The formation advanced, in a slow pace, they formed a Testudo as normal as the arrows came flying down upon them. Three campers died in the first volley, another two in the next one. Their formation adapted to the losses, keeping itself tight as it came upon the Defending Force that had sallied out to meet them. Arrows ceased flying as the Titan army charged, the Testudo broke into a shield-wall, Alex being pushed to the front row. Upon command, he threw his short spear, along with the rest of the formation, and drew his Gladius, digging his shield in and waiting for the enemy to hit.
Time slowed, he wasn't sure if it was actually slowing, or if his mind played tricks on him, it slowed as the enemy hit the shield-wall, bouncing off it or over it. Alex waited for the command, then lashed out, pushing his shield forward and stabbing at anything in front of him with his Gladius. It was a brutal fight, but Alex wasn't thinking, he was acting on his instinct, it came from his father. He slashed his way through the enemy lines as the order to break formation and give chase was yelled. Alex was the first to do this, he sped forward ducking under two monsters and stabbing a third, he was beset upon by three more, but he was an incredible fighter by now, and he took them down after a quick five minute duel with them. Vaerius caught him up and the two began fighting as a Unit once more, covering each other and killing the enemy in a flawless harmony, until the field outside the Citadel was strewn with bodies.
Testudo was re-ordered, and they ran back to their formation as the Battering Rams assaulted the doors. Volleys were fired over the walls and the doors were blown wide open just as the first teams went over the walls with ladders. The testudo breached the inner fortress with sheer momentum as it charged through the broken door, breaking formation into a shielded circle as it pushed outwards to kill and main all Monsters it could. The fighting took a while, and it wore the men down, five were killed in the first ten minutes as the battle raged on, Alex was covered in blood and his sword arm was covered in blood which seemed to still be flowing from a wound in his shoulder. He slowed, he slowed greatly, he fell back to the gate after watching Vaerius get pierced by two seperate blades, the last thing he heard before blacking out, was the cheering and the yelling of Jasons name and something about the death of Krios.
Awake, Alex was injured, not as badly as the blood seemed, but it was still pretty bad. He was in a battle hospital, being looked after along with many others. Alex seemed distant at first, during his recovery, it took almost an entire year for the wound to be completely healed and for him to return to normal. Anger sizzled away inside him though, anger against the Titans and Monsters. They took Vaerius from him, his most loyal friend. Alex was given a gift, for his role and heroism in the battle vanguard. He chose to have a full set of armour made, but in rememberance. It was ornate in its craft, incredible in its strength, yet it was familiar. The arm guards, were re-crafted from those of his fallen comrade Vaerius. He wore them in respect for his friend, a respect that would never die, an a lust for vengeance that would never die with it.
Alex now stands at the age of 18 and is gunning for glory at every turn, one of the camps more liberal historians said he was unfortunate enough to be cursed with a personality similar to that of Achilles, but more.. roman. He wasn't phased by this, and carried on his path to attain glory.
Site Alias ;; Rets
Reading;; All PJO and the first two Heroes
Roleplaying Experience ;; Eight!
Sample RP ;; He took a long look at the back of his chariot, his only means of transportation, eying specifically the broken wheel. The burns across the main body and damage to the undercarriage had gone unnoticed as during the battle against the strange new cult of Demi-Gods which had cropped up in the North.
A long deep breath escape his lips and a hand reached up to his head as he brushed back some strands of dark from his face. His hair longer than usual due to prolonged time in the field. He climbed up the side of the chariot, testing if its sides would hold under his weight, taking up the controls. Moving was not possible, this much was clear to him, mainly due to a lack of horse. So he decided on an alternative and flicked out his mobile phone. He leaned forward and spoke into it, this was a stupid decision, but it was necessary. The phone beeped to life and he tried to contact the Temple at Camp. He settled for leaving a message. "This is legionnaire Alex Lustur, hailing the Temple, hit me up when you get this, sorta urgent guys" He waited several moments in total silence, at first anticipating a reply, though none came.
His brow narrowed in frustration and He tried once more, leaving another message "Guys, stop screwing around, it's like life or death here, anyone?", and after several moments he was only met by silence once again. It was clear the phone was a pointless idea and it would bear no fruition. The only visible means of escaping this place was through repairing the chariot, and finding a horse to drag it. "Vaerius, stop mucking around, We've got work to do." He called up to his friend, a damn good Blacksmith from Camp. Vaerius lept from the tree, quite gracefully for a bulky blacksmith. He ran his eyes over the chariot once more to pick up the damage. He didn't waste time in going right to work, though he was a good blacksmith, he was missing tools and materials and could only really repair the chariot in a cosmetic way.
"Charging a fourty-strong line of Demigod cultists, smartest move ever Alex, shi-"
"Chill man, its only your girlfriend who thinks your dead I bet"
"Piss off Vaerius."
His hand went over his fairly small stomach wound. He knew they had to leave soon, otherwise they'd be confronted with more risks he'd rather not take. It was only a matter of time, and it wasn't on his side.
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