Post by Deleted on May 2, 2016 0:08:47 GMT -5
* - - Herold. Charles. Calore. - - *
Name ;; Herold Calore
Nickname(s) ;; Cal
Age ;; 28
Birthday ;; May 1
Gender ;; male
Species ;; demigod
Immortal Parent ;; Iris
Years at Camp ;; retired 8 years ago after full 10 year term
Celebrity Claim ;; Adam Young
Appearance ;;
Cal stands a whole 5’10” tall and is recovering from being a skinny little bean pole. Even through his service years, he was a string bean. Now he is filling out a little. A little… Nearly everything about him is skinny, which isn’t helped by his height. Or what he likes to wear. If it’s not a t-shirt for comfort, he dresses up a bit in jeans and a button-up white shirt with his signature button vest and tie. And of course this would be all for naught if not for his slightly-long jacket. He also likes plaid on occasion, so all in all you could probably call his fashion sense a bit old fashioned and “quaint”, yet he pulls it off nicely. His skin is a bit pale and hair warm brown, which he on and off lets grow out a bit, so depending on the season it could be cropped and messy or sweeping over his eyebrows but otherwise slightly neater. His eyes match his hair, lively brown.
Personality ;;
Cal is the definition of fun. He is lighthearted and quick to dish out a compliment or a laugh, either or. That is, once he knows you. When he doesn’t, he’s shy. Very, very shy. Once he gets to know you, though, a better friend you could not ask for. He is great at cheering people up. In fact, it’s one of his favorite things to do. He smiles a lot and his smile is pleasant and warm. To illustrate his temperament, a story: When he was about 16, in the Legion, he was in a drastic War Games accident in which his spine was fractured and he was forced into the infirmary for an entire week. What should have been a very unpleasant experience, he ended up writing a very lighthearted poem about in his time there. All because one of the nurses felt bad for him and brought in some daisies to make the room cheerier and he wrote an entire poem about how the flowers (and the kindness of the nurse who brought them) made him so happy despite the nastiness of being stuck in the infirmary and the pain from the injury (and, yes, the fact that he wasn’t gotten to the infirmary fast enough and the medic worried he would be unable to walk again, which yes he did know about). He did recover and ended up turning the poem into a little song that he would sometimes come into the infirmary to see the younger ones and sing it to them (with flowers, of course).
Powers ;;
Light Manipulation (Limited) – Cal can, do a degree, manipulate light, but only in the case of making it into a rainbow, so it does require presence of water.
Rainbow Paradise! – Cal is able to create a rainbow when there is at least 60% humidity levels in the ambient air. The lower the humidity, the more it drains him and the less time he can keep it there. The other way around, in higher humiditys, he can do it decently well and keep the rainbow going up to 20 minutes when the humidity reaches 95%. NOTE: light must be present. If the sun is not shining, he cannot create a rainbow. Indirect sunlight works too, but drains him faster, similar to low humidity. Think this sounds weak? Try fighting when you have the color spectrum being aimed into your eyes.
Family ;;
Charles Calore - father
Iris - mother
History ;;
Charles Calore was a young man studying to be a meteorologist and spending his summers chasing storms in Tornado Alley. He usually failed at finding them, and this was decently good because he only had an old Ford, not a professional armored vehicle. Until one day. It was June. The 12th, to be exact. He found a tornado. While the dash cam was rolling, he swerved along the debris-ridden roads and dirt paths to keep up, but keep safe. It didn’t last. The tornado caught him. It was an F-3. His Ford was tossed in the air and he landed gods only knew now far away in bad shape in someone’s farm field. Thankfully, the truck did not crush him, the seatbelt kept his strapped in, but his injuries were borderline fatal. Broken glass and broken ribs and all sorts of nasty things no one wants to hear about. The storm chain passed as quickly as it came and he was vaguely coming to in utter pain as a light drizzle still tapped on his (thankfully free from the wreck) body as if the storm was laughing at him. A light bit of sun started peeking out and he thought he saw a brilliantly bright rainbow and vaguely thought it would be the last thing he saw in his life as he blacked out again.
When he woke up, he was in a hospital bed. The nurse said a young woman had brought him in and that she was waiting in the waiting room to see if he’d be okay. When the young woman came in, Charles was floored. She was absolutely stunningly beautiful, but mostly her eyes, which – try as he might- he couldn’t place the color as it seemed to keep changing. He chalked that up to the anesthesia he was on. They talked for a long time and she turned out to be living in the off building on the farm he crashed on. She invited him to come stay with him until he could get back on his feet, once the hospital released him, which he gladly accepted. Well, after about a month of living on her couch, stuff happened, and one day he woke up to find he was not in a couch, but in the hay in a barn. He freaked out, but decided not to tell anyone, not wanting them to think him crazy. So he just got out of there as fast as he could, hitch-hiking back to his apartment near his college before the barn’s owners found him. He lived in his apartment for 6 long, crazy months in which he missed the girl who had saved his life, yet tried not to because he wasn’t even sure anymore that she was real. Until she stopped at his apartment one day. With a baby. Just one more time she left him speechless.
She apologized profusely for everything and eventually got him to calm down enough to explain exactly what happened and who and what the baby boy was. He was their son. But she couldn’t stay with them, even though she wished she could. So she stayed for dinner and left him with the baby. Freaked out though he was, Charles loved the new addition. He named him Herold after the Hurricane that was currently slamming Louisiana (because he was a nerd) and raised him to be as kind as the mercy his mother had shown to Charles in that field. He also signed him up for piano lessons to keep his ADHD mind busy, quickly followed by guitar and swimming and book club. Young Herold loved every minute. Until it all stopped and he was picked up by wolves while walking home from school. His father didn’t know what happened to him until he finally made it through Lupa and to Camp Jupiter where he could send a letter. Then he learned that he could – more easily than others – make Iris Messages (and for free!), so calling home became regular and much more fun.
The Legion was very hard for him. He was scrawny with not a lot of powers, and he did not like to fight. So he barely scraped by his ten year service. Then he went to the university to study music. Though he fell behind the Apollo kids, he still did well and is now an author with one finished published series, a book of poetry, and working on a new one. He also gives music lessons, even having two Apollo-legacy students.
Site Alias ;; AB
Reading;; All Riordan
Roleplaying Experience ;; about 9 or 10?
Sample RP ;; see army
