Post by allistair on Oct 11, 2012 15:56:47 GMT -5
*Allistair Raven Sengir*
[/color] Allistair Sengir
Name;;
Nickname(s) ;;[/color]Raven, Revenant, Spectre
Age ;;[/color] XVII (17)
Birthday;;[/color] October 11, 1995
Gender ;;[/color] Male
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Species ;;[/color] Demi-God
Immortal Parent ;;[/color] Nox (Nyx)
Years at Camp ;;[/color] IX (9)
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Celebrity Claim ;;[/color] Krys Hyatt
Appearance ;;[/color] Allistair has deeply tanned skin, a model physique from his intense training at camp, and a naturally athletic build. He stands at about 5'11". He has a relatively dark complexion from his Native American heritage. He has high cheekbones, dark brown eyes (that sometimes become purely black). His hair is jet black and worn very long, sticking to his heritage again. He has very stern features, what one may describe as a "granite expression", meaning that his facial features seem statuesque at times. He isn't well known for being bubbly or joking much. Although, it is supposedly a site to see when he is smiling and happy. He could easily be considered very attractive, no doubt thanks to the good genes of his mother and his father as well. His attire is typically a loose fitting black or grey tanktop, with black cloth pants, made of a very fine material (such as silk), or plain black jeans. He has a sort of regal appearance to him, as well as, in a strange way, a very archaic look about him.
Personality ;;[/color] Allistair is a very serious individual. He has virtually no sense of humor, which is only the first of many personality traits that puts others off. He doesn't often smile or laugh, and as many would say, takes life far too seriously. He demands respect from all of those around him, and does virtually whatever it takes to inspire respect, loyalty, and even fear in his peers. He has an incredibly dark personality. He believes that it is good to be both respected and feared, and strives to ensure that no one will ever cross him. Unfortunately, this leads many to dislike him, or at the very least, be wary of him. He lives for battle, and has great desire for leadership. However, part of this desire comes from his mother, and part of it, his demand for respect and lust for power. This isn't to say that he wouldn't put his people's needs ahead of his own, but it does mean that he would likely stoop to lows to achieve said power. He doesn't blame his mother for his personality, in fact, he believes that his mother's power has little to nothing to do with his own, aside from the abilities of course. He is a very proud individual, and would never do anything to tarnish his name unless there were some major ulterior motive. There are only two things he can think of that truly frighten him, one, is his mother when she is angry, and the other, is himself when he is angry. He has discovered that he cannot use his powers much, because of their wild power, they are incredibly taxing. So, he hardly uses them unless he has to, or he is caught up in his rage. In most cases, he isn't the type to hang out with people or party, but has been known on special occassions to let loose and explore a more friendly and less regal side of himself. This is usually considered a blessing, as it does not occur often.
Family ;;[/color]
- Nox - Mother
- Cailan Sengir - Father
- Somnus - Brother
- Mors - Brother
History ;;[/color] Allistair was born on a reservation in Arizona. His father had spoken of the local tribes gods, and how one of them visited him frequently. He told him that this goddess usually visited him during the night as a raven with bright blue eyes. He spoke of times that she would keep him company in the darkness during his trying times, and how one night, she had appeared to him in a human form. He could only recognize the beautiful woman by her bright blue eyes that matched the raven's. She was a woman of indescribable beauty who radiated unimaginable power. She had flawlessly tanned skin, and in his father's words, appeared to be a "Long lost princess of our tribe". They fell in love, and not long after, he found Allistair in the darkness one night. The goddess only appeared to him one more time, and that was to tell him to take care of the child and keep him safe, and when the time was right, to deliver him to Lupa, the wolf goddess. He would be very important in the future. His father did what he could to raise him in shelter, but it seemed that trouble followed him incessantly, as if some greater force were trying to end his life before he could fulfill some great destiny.
When he was still an infant, he was kidnapped by what appeared to be a giant bird that would slightly appear to be a human woman whenever he blinked. Time after time things like this or random attacks happened, but he was able to thwart them off either himself, or sometimes, Allistair himself seemed to handle it somehow. It was something he never understood and had a great deal of difficulty explaining to his son. Since he taught him specifically of their gods, Allistair didn't even learn the exact truth of his parentage until he was seven years old. One night the reservation was struck by a massive bolt of lightning and attacked by a monster both. The bolt of lightning took out a building, that, oddly enough, was nowhere near where he was. He would later believe that this was only a method of drawing the monster that attacked the reservation. A large creature resembling a panther and an eagle ravaged the reservation, leaving several injured. His father believed it was finally time for him to go to Lupa.
So, at the age of 7, Allistair was taken to the wolf house. Not surprisingly to either of them, no tears were shed in their goodbyes. His father told him that destiny wasn't always kind, and sometimes people had very cruel fates lined up for them, and there was no way of knowing what the future truly held, but, he believed that Allstair was meant for great things. Great...or terrible things. His last words spoken to him by his father, was that he believed in him, and that he would make the correct choice some day. His time at the wolf house was full of trial, pain, suffering, and fierce determination. There were times that he felt as though he would be beaten and killed, maybe even devoured by the ones trying to teach him. But, this was the Roman way. You fight and you survive, or you surrender, and you die. He refused to allow himself to be killed, and he fought through the trials. He was finally allowed to enter Camp Jupiter.
While at Camp Jupiter, he became interested in the Roman Political scene, as well as the sheer strength of his comrades and peers. He was mostly impressed with the skills of many of them. Until Lupa, he had only seen hunters, not warriors. He was glad to be a part of such a society, where strength, bravery, loyalty, and discipline were not only staples of the way of life, but requirements in order to survive there. It occurred to him during his first couple years in camp, that simply surviving here was not nearly enough. You had to have something to strive for, and not longer after he arrived there, he found just that. His mother began to appear to him when he meditated, as his father had taught him when he was young. She instructed him to become something great here. Not just a warrior like she knew he had the potential to be, but a leader among mortals. She claimed it was his birthright as a child of her's, and that in order for her to have the respect she and he both deserved, he would need to be in a position of power. He assured her, that he would do all he could to achieve that power.
It was his 8th year at camp when everything began to occur. The battles began, and he welcomed them. In truth, he cared little about the sacrifices the the camp made. It wasn't that he didn't appreciate or even like his comrades, it was simply that he put his own power and survival ahead of the others. He would gladly to what he could to help them, of course, but power, duty, loyalty, discipline, these things were all consuming to him. He engaged in the battle himself, doing very well to assist his allies, as his mother had expected. However, his mother grew quite furious, when he was shunted aside by the son of Ares, who was raised as not only a praetor, but as a savior of the camp. Something that he had not been angry about himself, envious, perhaps, but not angry. Of course, this has caused him to have animosity towards the praetor. Not to the extent that he would outwardly disobey, of course. But enough that they may not act favorably towards one another. His mother however, was furious at this. She scolded him severely, it was the first time that she had ever made him bleed. He woke from his meditation, and his whole body ached. He wound up getting sick, and coughed up small amounts of blood, and this was not including the bloody nose and bleeding ears. He learned then, that the power his mother had over him was absolute. If he displeased her too much, it could cost him is life.
From then, he worked not only for himself, but for his mother as well. It was not out of fear, but out of his sense of duty. It was his duty to serve the gods, especially Nox. He has continued his intensive training, day in and day out. He has pursued positions of power, attempting to get on the senate, and eventually, to be a praetor. With any luck, his time would be coming before long. But then, who knows? Regardless, he would do his very best to meet his goals, as he has always done, and would let next to nothing stand in his way. It just recently hit him that he will soon have the option to virtually put down his weapons and head to "New Rome". This idea however, is appalling to him. He would prefer to remain fighting, and stay a warrior for as long as he could. Particularly since, it wasn't like he had anyone to settle down with. Besides, he still had to achieve his goals. Of course, he was also still a little on the young side for that kind of ting. No, it was not time yet, nor would be be any time soon.[/blockquote]
Site Alias ;;l[/color] Toxen, Kevin, or Allistair
Reading;;[/color] I've read through Son of Neptune. Can't get the new one yet ;(
Roleplaying Experience ;;[/color] About two
Sample RP ;;[/color] Allistair stood still, enveloped in shadow. It was completely pitch black, but he could see clearly, far more clearly than he could see in bright sunlight. He could hear a powerful voice radiating from the darkness, better than that, he could feel it around him. It was a voice he recognized as his mother's. The Goddess Nox. Her voice seemed to have so much power in it, even though it was barely above a whisper. He could understand all of the legends of her, even the one where Jupiter allowed Somnus to escape because he fled to her. That was a strange thought, he had brothers who were full gods, and here he was, a mortal. It didn't seem fair, but at the same time, it made perfect sense. Having a demigod that could directly influence the world would have the potential to be quite useful."How long have you been here, Allistair?" The voice asked him. Sometimes it seemed like her voice burrowed it's way into his brain. When she raised her voice it was almost painful.
"Camp Jupiter? Ten years, Mother. Why do you ask?" He responded respectfully. While he didn't admire his mother all that much as a parent, he did respect her power, and he would always act accordingly toward her. Regardless of how she acted, how arrogant she was at times because of her power, she was still not only his mother, but a very powerful being that could eliminate him with just a thought. This was not fear, it was acceptance. He accepted the fact that he couldn't stand against her, and it didn't bother him in the least. He never had any desire to challenge her. The air around him, or at least, the darkness, seemed to thicken, as it did when she became irritated. "Yet, you are still not in a position of power? Why are you not leading this camp?" She asked him, in an almost mocking tone. While this irritated him, he knew better than to show it. "It doesn't work that way, Mother. I cannot simply claim the authority and power of the camp's Praetors. Otherwise, I already would have." He said sternly, gazing straight ahead into the darkness, his eyes refusing to even blink.
"Is that so? Well, you better find a way. I will not accept anything less of my son. It is bad enough that my other sons are lackeys, at least one of you WILL be something more." She said almost angrily, her voice picking up slightly, particularly at the emphasized word. His ears were aching now, and he had a headache. "Mother, I assure you, had I an opportunity to obtain leadership of this camp, I already would have. If the chance arises, I will take it." He said sternly again, barely budging from the pain coursing through him. "Yes, boy, you will. Because if you don't, if you die before you obtain power, I will see to it personally that you suffer in the underworld for all of eternity." At her words, he couldn't help but cringe, and that was what set her off. "Do not be a coward! Ignore that I am your mother, more importantly, I am your mistress, and you will do as I say!" Her voice raised significantly, and the pain intensified severely. The next thing he knew, he was falling off his bed, hitting the ground hard. He was in a cold sweat, sitting alone in the darkness. He could feel a warm and wet sensation on his upper lip, and own his ears as well. He raised his hand and wiped his upper lip, looking to his hand to see a line of fresh blood across it. His nose and even his ears were bleeding. "What am I supposed to do?" He asked himself in a whisper, wiping away the rest of the blood. This only drove to anger him more. "I must obtain power here, at any cost."
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