Post by damien on Oct 8, 2012 21:32:34 GMT -5
* - - damien. emil. rodriguez. - - *
[/color] Damien Rodriguez
Name ;;
Nickname(s) ;;[/color] Dom, etc.
Age ;;[/color] Seventeen
Birthday ;;[/color] August 27th
Gender ;;[/color] Male
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Species ;;[/color] Demi-God
Immortal Parent ;;[/color] Jupiter
Years at Camp ;;[/color] Eight
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Celebrity Claim ;;[/color] Paul Wesley
Appearance ;;[/color] Damien may not be the tallest guy around, but he's definitely a looker. With a compact and sturdy build, it's clear that he's got a lot of muscle underneath that normally tanned skin. If he weren't out in the sun so often, he would probably have a pale complexion, but the California weather has left its effect on him. With sharp green-hazel eyes, a smile that could melt your heart, and soft sandy brown hair he clearly has inherited some good-looking genes. His smaller but slightly bulkier build makes him an excellent swordsman and his strength lies mostly in his arms - not that he couldn't run if asked. But weights are more of his line of physical expertise. As far as style and clothing are concerned, Damien tends to stick with the purple shirt and pants in which he can easily work out in, though he may be often seen in a leather jacket if he doesn't have plans for exercise and the like. But for exercises that are specifically for working out, he tends to wear wife beaters and sweatpants when he can afford it.
Personality ;;[/color] Damien, who will playfully go by Dom depending on who's using that nickname, is a fellow who is outwardly somewhat easy to get along with. While he may not have the biggest sense of humor, or the constant urge to smile, there's an essence to Damien that can make his presence comforting even in the darkest of times. He tries to be kind and cheerful to all he meets, unless he's received preconceived news that suggests a person has been cruel or mean to the people he cares about. In that sense, he can be very protective to his loved ones. On that note, one of the key parts to Damien's character is that he exceedingly loyal. To his values, and to people. And it nearly physically pains him when he either has to choose between two equally important things, or when he is forced, more than likely by outside forces, to go against something he believes in. At the bottom of everything, Damien has a good heart, and he almost always has selfless or good intentions.
However, underneath every single man of golden armor, lies a shadow that he can not escape from. In Damien's case, his chink in the armor rests on the fact that, though he has a good soul, he feels that he can be easily corrupted. There's a reason why Damien does his best to stay away from leadership positions, though he's a good soldier and is a very physically capable fighter. While he has no problem making decisions, he's still terrified that at the sign of being given any semblance of power, something could go wrong. Whether or not those insecurities are unfounded is yet to be seen, but for now Damien is, for the most part, determined to stay out of the spotlight.
Family ;;[/color]
Immortal Father -- Jupiter
Step-Father -- Alexander Lynch Sr. (deceased)
Half Sister -- Erin Lynch (deceased)
Half-Brother -- Xander Lynch[/ul]
History ;;[/color] In a way, Damien's story picks up where Alexander Lynch's left off with their mutual mother. Shortly after leaving her first son at the Wolf House, Lorena Rodriguez-Lynch legally dropped the second half of her name, and so she returned to being Lorena Rodriguez. And true to her promise to herself, Lorena began to strive to make a better life for herself in honor of the two children she'd, in a sense, lost. Where she saw opportunity, so did a certain deity reigning above the other gods. It just so happened that, around this time, there was a bit of conflict amongst the gods, particularly some bad blood between Pluto and Jupiter. Seeing something of a conquest in seducing a woman that Pluto was somewhat taken with, Jupiter came down to Lorena in the form of a powerful businessman determined to become her benefactor.
While he did end up setting her somewhat nicely, Jupiter in the end did achieve his goal - it was soon after his disappearance that Lorena discovered that she was, once again, pregnant. Eight-and-a-half months later, she gave birth to a premature baby who, to the wonder of the doctors who tended him, survived the several complications that had occurred in his body during the pregnancy. Lorena chose to name the baby boy after her father and grandfather, earning him the name Damien Emil Rodriguez. And, though she was not aware, also a son of Jupiter. While Lorena had been little more than a conquest, Jupiter still saw fit to ensure that his son was delivered safely to the Wolf House.
So he came to Lorena in a dream when Damien was but six months old, warning her that before long, Damien would have to face the same fate as Xander, her previous boy. Heartbroken but determined to take what time she could with her second son that she loved so dearly, Lorena did her best to keep the poor boy safe until he was two-and-a-half, when Jupiter returned to her for the last time, to urge her to bring him to the Wolf House. And she did so, where he stood by judgement from Lupa, who deemed him worthy to train, which he did until he was nine.
The journey took him four months, and he was accepted into the ranks at Camp Jupiter when he finally reached his destination. It quickly became recognized that Damien truly was a son of Jupiter when he often spent his time communicating with the birds nearby and eventually developed a form of control over the winds. He was also a formidable opponent in swordsmanship, though in archery he could certainly do better. Currently, Damien is still serving his tenure and has two-and-a-half more years to serve for the Legion.[/blockquote]
Site Alias ;;[/color] Harp
Reading;;[/color] All of PJO, and I've fully read only The Lost Hero from HoO, but I've read about half of Son of Neptune so I know about the cultural aspect of Camp Jupiter. (To be honest I don't have it with me, and I don't know how to get my hands on Mark of Athena 'cause I am but a poor and broke college student.)
Roleplaying Experience ;;[/color] Five years now. But you guys know me. x3
Sample RP ;;[/color] Just in case you were wondering where I've been... I could also pull a longer post from this site or if you want me to do it with Damien, just lemme know.
Needless to say, after everything that had happened, Hermione Granger was thoroughly exhausted after today's events, and as she trudged into the Gryffindor common room in Gryffindor tower, it showed in her chocolate brown eyes. She'd just spent the past hour or so in the library, finishing up an essay for Arithmancy that was due next week, and her mind (while of course still functional) was beginning to slow down for the evening. Dinner would be in a little while, and her stomach rumbled in testament to that. Hermione was not usually a big eater, but with it being the beginning of the year, her stomach was still getting used to and yearning for the delicious Hogwarts food that awaited her. And thankfully, tonight, with all of her homework finished for the next two days, she would have time to relax tonight after dinner.
She trudged up to the girl's dormitory to drop off most of her things. Contrary to popular belief, she didn't enjoy carrying everything with her all the time, as Hermione was perfectly aware that carrying around such numerable heavy books was bad for the shoulders. So, in preparation for dinner, Hermione only slipped two books into her bag and a quill and some ink (just in case), and went back down to the Common Room. She was perfectly prepared for a relaxed evening, though her eyes flickered around as she half-expected Harry or Ron to be lurking about.
As usual during that lull period between the end of classes and dinner, there were students mulling about everywhere in the Common Room. Thankfully, Hermione could see there was a seat left open by the fire, and immediately went to take it. She sank gratefully into the plush of the armchair, and, looking for Harry and Ron one more time, pulled out one of the books from her satchel and opened up to where she'd left off. It was a book about Dark magic, which wasn't particularly her favorite subject, but she had to admit it was interesting. If not terrifying. The chapter she was currently reading focused on dark jinxes and how they could potentially be countered, and Hermione soon became deeply engrossed in her research. She absorbed every little fact she possibly could. For example, who would have known that, in some cases, a normal Shield Charm wouldn't work against certain Dark jinxes or curses? She immediately put that thought away for later use, and flicked through the next few pages in an attempt to find the charm that would fend off such spells. But, alas, this book wouldn't be so helpful. It would seem as though she would have to do more research.
So then Hermione merely continued on, reading and storing information and become even more of a walking encyclopedia. But, in a way, Hermione knew that this was truly one of the only ways she could be of real use. She utilized her brains, and that's what made her formidable in her academics. She worked hard, and was determined. Hermione had never been a naturally talented witch, but because of her desire to work hard and her ability to comprehend the written word in their homework, she was able to grasp things rather quickly. A quick mind, really, was what she was. And Hermione knew that to survive this, and to help all of her friends survive, that was what she was going to have to use.
It was going to be a peaceful evening of research indeed.
She trudged up to the girl's dormitory to drop off most of her things. Contrary to popular belief, she didn't enjoy carrying everything with her all the time, as Hermione was perfectly aware that carrying around such numerable heavy books was bad for the shoulders. So, in preparation for dinner, Hermione only slipped two books into her bag and a quill and some ink (just in case), and went back down to the Common Room. She was perfectly prepared for a relaxed evening, though her eyes flickered around as she half-expected Harry or Ron to be lurking about.
As usual during that lull period between the end of classes and dinner, there were students mulling about everywhere in the Common Room. Thankfully, Hermione could see there was a seat left open by the fire, and immediately went to take it. She sank gratefully into the plush of the armchair, and, looking for Harry and Ron one more time, pulled out one of the books from her satchel and opened up to where she'd left off. It was a book about Dark magic, which wasn't particularly her favorite subject, but she had to admit it was interesting. If not terrifying. The chapter she was currently reading focused on dark jinxes and how they could potentially be countered, and Hermione soon became deeply engrossed in her research. She absorbed every little fact she possibly could. For example, who would have known that, in some cases, a normal Shield Charm wouldn't work against certain Dark jinxes or curses? She immediately put that thought away for later use, and flicked through the next few pages in an attempt to find the charm that would fend off such spells. But, alas, this book wouldn't be so helpful. It would seem as though she would have to do more research.
So then Hermione merely continued on, reading and storing information and become even more of a walking encyclopedia. But, in a way, Hermione knew that this was truly one of the only ways she could be of real use. She utilized her brains, and that's what made her formidable in her academics. She worked hard, and was determined. Hermione had never been a naturally talented witch, but because of her desire to work hard and her ability to comprehend the written word in their homework, she was able to grasp things rather quickly. A quick mind, really, was what she was. And Hermione knew that to survive this, and to help all of her friends survive, that was what she was going to have to use.
It was going to be a peaceful evening of research indeed.
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