Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2015 12:55:40 GMT -5
* - - mathias. christian. densen. - - *
Name ;; Mathias Densen
Nickname(s) ;; Mattie, Matt
Age ;; 18
Birthday ;; July 26
Gender ;; Male
Species ;; Demigod
Immortal Parent ;; Jupiter
Years at Camp ;; 8
Celebrity Claim ;; Matt Barr
Appearance ;; Mathias is a very handsome man, with a smile that can light up the room. He has hair of a sandy blonde color, which is usually spiked up in a messy fashion on its own. He rarely uses gel or hair product, unless he needs it slicked back or formal for the occasion. He has a bit of facial stubble, the same color as his hair. His eyes are a bright blue color, and his skin is fairly tanned, from the California sun. His most definitive features however are his angular and defined black eyebrows, which are the key to his emotions. His eyebrows can give you insight on his expressions and portray his feelings on his face. He is not bad in terms of muscles, which are mostly in his arms and upper body, from lifting heavy baking supplies and mixing. He is pretty tall, and is 6’ 2”. He’s got bigger hands, and a barely noticeable limp in his left foot, from his ankle, though he usually pays little notice to this. He’s average weight, not too small or big.
Personality ;; Mathias is a typically nice guy, he’s outgoing and social, and the life of the party. He can be a bit cocky and arrogant, and can boast about things, usually himself, but he’s pretty easy going otherwise. He has a witty sense of humor, and will always take enjoyment in the smallest things, like a new pack of gum or childrens movies. The most important thing to him, however, is his family and those he cares about most. He considers the legion his second home and will defend it with his life, but it is not with just blind loyalty. He’s not the sharpest knife in the drawer, and is easily impressed and manipulated, oftentimes he wouldn’t know it if he were being taken advantage of. He’s very excited by things, and is very generous to people. He’s always one for second chances, and he thinks a grudge is the easiest way to hold someone down. Of course, repeated offenders will be met with caution. He’s pretty innocent, and charming, and slightly oblivious to things.
He’s also very sensitive, and hides these true feelings with optimism. The worst thing you can do to him is call him an idiot. He takes a huge amount of offense to that, as he feels very self-conscious about his lack of basic education. The most math he’s ever done is using a measuring spoon. He understands the dangers of the world, but he chooses to shrug them off physically for the sake of everyone else. He has a strong need to protect and take care of those he is close too, and he can be a bit overbearing and he wouldn’t realize if he crushed you with his hugs. Despite his past, he tries to see on the bright side of things, though deep inside he knows he can’t run from things forever, and procrastination can only get him so far. He values work, and doesn’t often accept things from other people. He’s bossy and stubborn at times, and can whine. He’ll chat up a storm in every room that he enters, despite his heavily accented and slightly broken English. He holds a strong love for his country and his legion.
He wouldn't be afraid to hurt someone or something if someone else who he loved was in danger at that moment.
Powers ;; As a Son of Jupiter, Mathias is one of the more powerful demigods around Camp. His powers consist of mostly Electrokinesis, which is the control of lightning and electricity. He can either summon it, or manipulate it, to move it’s path if it’s an already existing strike of lightning. He can manipulate things like static at will, as well as manipulate the temperature of things by heating them up. He possesses minor Aerokinesis, which is limited to very small currents, anything larger than a short quick gust wears him out easily and he runs the risk of passing out. Mathias cannot fly or anything of the sort. He is also naturally more resistant to electricity and is a natural born leader.
Family ;; Mathilde Densen is his mother, biologically. He has four 'brothers' which are adopted, Lucas, Erik, Berwald, and Tino.
History ;; Mathias Densen was born to his mother, Mathilde Densen, one night in a state hospital in Copenhagen, Denmark. His mother was bubbly and sweet, and never really thought much about guys in a long term way, so she had little impact on Jupiter leaving her with Mathias. Although she didn’t know the god’s true identity, she had no bitterness on the end of their short fling, and was determined to keep the child, although she knew it would be struggle. The Densen’s never really had much money, and the only thing that ever truly stayed consistent was their income, which was their bakery. Mathias would sometimes help out when he was younger, but on his own, because Mathilde couldn’t risk him spoiling the supplies she paid most of her self-made wages for. They always lived in a small apartment, oftentimes with a roommate or two. Mathias grew up knowing a lot of people, because their living situation was very inconsistent, and he needed to learn to be social and adjust to people very quickly.
Their lack of consistent housing became a problem when Mathias started schooling, along with many other things. Mathias would switch around schools a lot, because of how much he moved around the city every few months. He only got farther behind, because by the time he began to adjust to the new school’s curriculum, his bags would be packed and he would be on his way to a new school. He started to notice the teasing and taunting by the other children, and he found the best way to handle things was to just let it fester, to hold back his tears beneath a smile. Nothing hurt him more than being called dumb. He never had the chance to learn or even the attention span to do so. There were always other things on his mind, things most third-graders didn’t have to worry about, things like providing for his family. Every day after school he went straight to the bakery to help his mom out. Sometimes he would take out the leftovers from the previous day and sell them on the street sides of the touristy public for cheap, to try and reel in some money.
The most influential period of his life would have likely been the time that he and his mother were homeless. For six months, they were evicted from their small apartment due to financial troubles. Mathias didn’t attend school at all for that time, trying to scavenge for any cash he could get his hands on, through street begging and helping his mother cart their specialty danishes around. One night, he was staying at a youth shelter, and he noticed four other boys around his age, who soon bonded. They were a small group of friends, each one of them with their own troubles; Erik, Lukas, Mattie, Berwald and Timo. The five of them vowed to protect each other no matter the circumstances, and they formed a small group of their own, with Mathias being the ringleader of them all. They found ways to pull in a bit of cash for themselves, and eventually, Mathilde could once again afford a small flat for her and Mathias. However, she took pity on Mathias’ newly found friends, and offered them the chance to stay with them, provided that they could find a way to bring in some more cash to keep each other off the streets. They were like a large family, and Mathias considers his four brothers as equally important as his mother, a blood relative.
Mathilde and Mathias had always found ways to ignore the monsters that plagued their small family, up until he was 8. A hellhound tore most of their belongings to shreds, ruining much of what they had all worked so hard for. The only place truly safe for Mathias was with Lupa, and reluctantly, he left behind his family whom he had loved so dearly to the New World, of America and New Rome. Training with Lupa was something that definitely needed some adjusting to, but he worked just as hard as he did in the bakery. The hardest thing was the difference of languages. Along with the other trainees that were there, Mathias was an outsider, mostly because he spoke little English. He found the best way to get his words across in a way understood by all for the time being was Latin. He eventually picked up snippets of English, and enough to form a semi-functioning sentence. When he was ten, he was sent on the road to Camp Jupiter alone. It was a very real struggle, with monsters drawn to him like moths to a lightbulb with his then, unknown lineage. He had been so accustomed to training but real life fighting was something he needed to grow on. Killing had bothered him, but he managed to do it, for the thought of not being able to see his family ever again truly terrified him.
Once he made it to Camp Jupiter, he found it slightly hard to adjust to, with everything being so scheduled and uniform, unlike his spontaneous and crazed life beforehand. He does his best, but he always has doubts on if it will ever be enough. He feels like an outsider in a way, though he’s learned to be social and outgoing past the language barrier. By now, he is a proficient speaker in English, and gets his words across decently well, though he will always hold a love and pride for his home country, Denmark. Mathias was not directly involved in the war much, but he was on the side of the Legion and fought loyally for it, as the Legion is his second home. he won't get over the deaths of his friends easily, and he is a bit of a different man because of it. Before the war, he never really took things seriously and was very childish and lazy, but he saw his friends and other soldiers perish and it took that to tell him that life wasn't a comedy or joke, and the threat of death is very real and imminent. He was thankful that he was not one selected by the government for experimentation, as the government likely would not have known about him as he was never a documented immigrant, though he will continue to support those effected.
Site Alias ;; Dennie!
Reading;; All the PJO and 4/5 of the HOO books.
Roleplaying Experience ;; Well, not an entirely long time but it's been about a year for literate, only 6 months on forums.
Sample RP ;; In Mathias’ hand, was a long axe, chiseled from Imperial gold, the sacred metal of the Romans. The blade was larger than his head, his scraggly mane of blonde hair included. It was a fine, slightly odd weapon, but one he worked with best. He could use a gladius just fine, but nothing came close to his axe, which was just the weapon made for him. At the bottom, a small cellphone charm of a red danish flag symbol was clipped, a reminder of his heritage and who he was as a person. It was so easy to forget at Camp that they were all demigods. Both mortal and immortal at the same time. It would be shameful for Mathias to forget his Danish heritage, if that was even possible. Mathias was born and raised in Denmark, and the country was where he saw home, both Camp and Denmark were where he belonged. He missed his family, but the reality was all too true, that it was dangerous out there. He had set his goals on the future, and he knew what he wanted to do, which was baking. It had been his talent ever since he was little, and the oven was his tool just as much as his axe was.
Mathias wiped a bead of sweat from his brow, as he finished his training session at the Fields. It was nothing big or unused to, and he soon was on his way to the Armory after he was dismissed, to set his axe back on the rack from where he stored it. He didn’t carry it around, it was far too heavy, as well as weird. Who carried around a six-foot battle axe to the baths? Well, maybe the Mars kids, but Mathias wasn’t one of them. He wasn’t really the kind of person that would punch your face in with no time for talk. Mathias used his words a bit too much, sometimes when no one wanted to hear them. He gave a small wave to his friend who sat across from him, before standing up and heading off. Besides, he needed a bit of down time, and some steam on his aching back. That always felt pretty nice. Mathias treaded down the roads of Camp, his gaze stopping on most of what he saw. Even after eight years of being at Camp, it had never ceased to amaze him. It was like something out of his old superhero comics and technicolor television he watched frequently, or at least what he did watch back home,with every chance he had to watch it.
Once in the security of the bathhouse, Mathias stripped into his appropriate swimwear, which was a bright red speedo. No matter what anyone said, speedos were always the best for swimming, and they were usually cheaper than swim trunks. The Son of Jupiter wrapped a plush white towel around his lower body, setting it off by the side of the sauna as he stepped in. Now that is what you call relaxation.
he'll be a great addition to the site. And, Dennie, welcome to Glory of Rome ^_^ If you have any questions or concerns don't be afraid to ask away. We'll try our best to make you feel at home here