Post by xander on Oct 8, 2012 16:29:01 GMT -5
* - - Alexander Lynch Junior. - - *
[/color] Xander Lynch
Name ;;
Nickname(s) ;;[/color] Xan (Zan), Rockboy, Jerk, Cursed boy, blue eyes
Age ;;[/color] 20
Birthday ;;[/color] Oct 22nd
Gender ;;[/color] Male
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Species ;;[/color] Demigod
Immortal Parent ;;[/color] Pluto
Years at Camp ;;[/color] 12
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Celebrity Claim ;;[/color] Ian Somerhalder
Appearance ;;[/color] Xander could probably be seen as a perfect example of tall, dark and handsome. He stands at about 6ft and has bright blue eyes and dark hair that is usually on the tad messy side. Though this appearance could sometimes be a blessing and a curse, since his overall dark appearance and who his father is usually doesn't have the other campers rushing to be his friend.
He is usually clad in the usual purple camp t-shirt and jeans, and sometimes even a leather jacket that he 'found' when they went off camp for the battle at mount Orthys. He has never actually told anyone where he got the jacket. At first glance he seems like a very skinny guy, but truth is that most of the body mass that is on him is all muscle. Something that you can’t really avoid after being trained since he was two years old to survive, and defeat the enemy. On the inside of his right arm, he has a tattoo of the three headed dog Cerberus with the letters SPQR and twelve lines beneath it to show how long he had been at camp.
Personality ;;[/color] Ever since the war Xander has been easily prone to depression, feeling all of that death done more to him than anyone could of ever released. Even though he is the son of the god of the underworld, Xander hates death and has since the battle of Oryths. Not that he wouldn’t be willing to help a ghost that came his way, but hearing their voices in his sleep sometimes and knowing their pain has a bad habit of getting to him. Xander is mostly known to keep to himself, and when he is not training he can be seen watching others train like a silent guardian that was ready to spring into action at a moment’s notice. Or at least that is the way he likes to look at it, most of the camp usually looks at him like a walking plague just because of who is father is.
Being treated like an outsider because of something he couldn’t control from a young age caused Xander to be very – hostile to the other campers. Though he would usually not attack them unless they attacked first, he can be very quick witted and cruel with his words. Why shouldn’t he be? If they don’t like them then ‘f*ck them’ he always says. Usually those who try to approach him are met with either a cold shoulder or a snide remark. It makes him seem like a real jerk to most people but the truth is it hurts less for him to think they hate him because of his attitude and not just because of who his father is. Since deep down under the tough bad boy act he is really a kind hearted, funny, sweet guy who if he cares about you he would probably die for you – but that is a part of him he likes to keep hidden, don’t show weakness ya know?
Family ;;[/color] Lorena Rodriguez - Lynch (Mother)
Pluto (Father)
Alexander Lynch Sr (Step Father - Deceased)
Erin Lynch (Older half sister - Deceased)
History ;;[/color] This story starts with a young woman who kept escaping death, no matter how much it chased her. Lorena Lynch thought she had her life set, she got married right out of collage and now had a wonderful daughter and loving husband. However only after three years of marriage, Lorena was diagnosed with brain cancer. The doctors only gave her six months to live, her family was devastated. However, the six months came and death didn't claim the young woman. She recovered from the cancer fully, and continued to live her life to the fullest.
Though, it wasn't to long after her brush with death that it tried to claim her again. Only to take away her reason for living instead. One night the young family was driving home from dinner when they where hit by a bus. Lorena and her little girl Erin survived but her husband was killed on impact. Grief blinding her to her daughter, and feeling like she was unable to go on, the now widow started going for extreme sports. She wanted to go out with a bang, and be with her husband again. However, no matter how many close calls she had she never lost her life.
Little did she know, she still had a greater purpose to fulfill...
Six months after the accident, Lorena had a dream. Or at least that was what she thought it was. She dreamed that her husband had returned to her, and they spent a wonderful night together. However when she woke up, he was gone and she believed that it had been just her mind playing tricks on her. However, it hadn't been a dream, but it also hadn't been her husband. The Roman god of the underworld, Pluto had come to her. Her beauty and unbelievable knack for escaping death had caused the god to fall for the mortal woman.
As the next couple months went by, Lorena doubted she really knew what happened because she soon found out she was pregnant. It was going to be her miracle baby, because who she believed the father to be and the fact that she had been told she couldn't have any more children after her chemo. When her baby boy came, he was four months early and small but still healthy. She named him Alexander Lynch, after her late husband.
Lorena loved her little baby with all her heart, and so did his older sister Erin who would always be found playing with her baby brother. However when he turned two, things took a turn for the worse again. Pluto came to their apartment and told her the truth about everything, how young Xander was his son and not her husbands. Also that if she did not take him to the wolf house, horrible things would start to befall her family. The fact that her miracle baby wasn't her husbands did hit her hard, but it didn't make her love him any less. Lorena heard Plutos warning but did not heed it, knowing that she didn’t want to lose anyone else and that Erin would have hated her for giving her baby brother away.
However this choice eventually bore consequences. By the time young Xander was three – the monsters started to come for them. For months Lorena ran and ran with her little family, trying her best to protect her children but in the end it wasn’t enough. Erin Lynch was killed in the crossfire by a monster trying to get her brother, she had only been ten years old.
After what happened to Erin Lorena knew that Pluto had spoken the truth, and she was determined to not let someone else she loved die to soon. She took her son to the wolf house, whispering softly to him." Te amo hijo mío, no te olvides de eso." Before leaving him with Lupa, determined to live her life the best she could. Just in case her miracle baby ever returned to her.
Xander Lynch went infront of Lupa, smaller then alot of the other kids he could see not that far away. The large wolf had seemed gigantic compared to him, and all he could think was that big boys didnt cry. Even if that was all he wanted to do, though could you blame him? He was three years old, his mother was no where to be seen, his big sister was dead and there was now a giant wolf passing judgment on him. Even though he was small, by the time Xander was nine Lupa had decided that he was ready to travel to camp.
It took him about three months and would of taken even longer, if he even reached it at all if it hadn’t been for his sister Erin. One night she had appeared to him, a ghost promising that everything would be okay. He had been really young when she died but he still remembered her enough that having his older sister there helped – even if she was a ghost. That was the first sign of his abilities surfacing but they wouldn’t completely show themselves until he was around eleven years old.
As he got older, even though he was small he trained hard and soon became a force to beat. Though some blamed that on the fact he was a son of the big three, he kind of liked to think that it was because of him, not his father. Especially since it was early on that he noticed the other campers treated him like the plague, because they believed children of Pluto were cursed. The fact he would often dress in darker clothes or shout at people who didn’t seem to be there never helped. So it wasn’t long before Erin was his only friend, since she often popped in to check in on him.
The only time Xander ever thought he had a friend before the war when he was about twelve and he had been on his break outside camp when three older boys came dragging a little girl to the river. He recognized the girl as one that had only come in like the day before and she had obviously mouthed off to the older kids. This pissed him off, what right did they have to pick on a demigod half their size because she spoke her mind? In the end Xander had used his powers to scare the older kids away, not to mention threatening to use his curse to sprout warts on their face – he couldn’t of course, but they didn’t know that.
After that he talked to the girl who unknown to him was named Valerie Smyth and she seemed so greatful and willing to be his friend it had both excited him and scared the crap out of him. What if she was just messing with him? What if she left him later because he was ‘cursed’? This fear caused him to be withdrawn while getting to know her and it wasn’t long before the warning horn sounded and they had to go back to their duties. He never got a chance to talk to her again, and she never tried to talk to him either.
It wasn’t long after that his sister convinced him to adapt the ‘they don’t like me? Well then I don’t like them’ attitude. It was something Xander took to heart, whenever most people talk to him they were met with snide and rude comments to go along with his normal sarcastic nature. So he was no longer just the cursed guy, he was the cursed jerk. He saw it as the best way to protect himself from getting hurt by the fact that almost everyone he knew avoided him because of his father – why not just give them a real reason to hate him?
When he was a few months short of his eighteenth birthday he had the choice of retiring to new rome because his ten years where up or help with the assault on Orthys. He chose Mt Orthys, using all of the things that he had learned over the past thirteen years to try and concqure the enemy. Though something new he had to deal with was the buzzing. So much buzzing in his ears and something in the pit of his stomach told him that members of Camp Jupiter where losing their lives. He could almost feel all around him as people he knew lost their lives, he could barely keep focus as he felt their life forces slipping away. In the end they were able to over throw the Mountain, reducing the palace into rubble. Xander walked out of the battle with only a few wounds, just the boy was changed and maybe even broken as he remembered how it felt when those Legionnaires died...was this really what he was the child of? Sure most of them often treated him like he was cursed but that didn’t mean he wished them dead.
Over the next few months Xander began to dip into depression. The voices of the dead slipping into even his dreams didn't help, especially when some of them where that of those who had died on that mountain. He spent allot of the next year and a half sneaking out of the Legion by use of shadow travel to have some fun in the mortal cities, dancing and going out with girls he would forget the name of later, not to mention drinking. However that began to turn around after Lia Logan noticed his habits and gave him a guitar, telling him to find ways to get by in a more productive manner. Deciding that reluctantly she was right, he began to teach himself to play and even bought some more equipment. It was after that Xander Lynch's party days were over.
Now two years after the war, Xander is still trying to push himself back into his training full force, he still knows that he has the option of retiring. Just what reason did he have? The people in New Rome would still look at him like a curse probably – but at least while he was still a member of the Legion he could do some good. Sure he was a major jerk to people most of the time, but it was only to hide a good heart.
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Site Alias ;;[/color] Nicky/Lia
Reading;;[/color] Lightning Thief – Son of Neptune
Roleplaying Experience ;;[/color] 7+
Sample RP ;;[/color] As Luke Castellan
Luke could tell that the whole episode with Percy was still hitting her hard, even inside the cabin there where pictures of the idiot by her bed. Even though he never said it out loud, he had always had a respect for the Son of Poseidon. He took care of Annabeth when he couldn't, and he trusted him enough in the end to give him the dagger so he could do the right thing and end it all. Just now? All he wanted to do was beat the little creep from here to Hades. He knew that he had told Annabeth that it was just a phase, that he would get over it before she knew it. Though he was only saying that to try and make her feel better, he wasn't so sure how much he believed that himself. Just if Jackson knew what was good for him, he would get his act together before Luke smacked the sense into him.
"She doesn't deserve anymore pain..."
He thought to himself with a small sigh as he took the rag from her and wiped the blood off his chin, wincing a little when it hit the sore spot on his lip. He let his eyes drift to the pictures of her and Percy again and mentally smacked himself. Was he a masochist or something? He really needed to grow up and do what he could to let her go. That's what she would want, right? She only loved him like a brother after all. However as he stared at the pictures, he couldn't help but long for the days where it was pictures of him with her by her bed instead of Percy. Though when she called him a hero he couldn't stop a little ghost of a smile appearing behind the rag."I spent six years wanting to hear you call me that again." In the beginning he thought he would be the worlds hero, bringing the gods down and giving the demi-gods the rights they deserved, the respect. Just he had been wrong, and in the end it had caused him to lose everything. His friends, his siblings and the girl he - and Annabeth. Not to mention he had a feeling if he ever did come across Thalia again she would fry him to kingdom come.
He held back a smile at how relieved she looked to have her dagger back, the dagger he gave her."I would like to think it would be able to do what I intended it too. keep your butt in one piece." He said with a teasing smile before looking at the other dagger. He shook his head and took the dagger from her gently."No, its...fine where it is. This second chance is to make up for mistakes and maybe how I saw him was one of my mistakes." He knew it would take a long time for him to forgive Hermes, or stop feeling that he didn't give a damn what happened to him. Though it didn't mean he wasn't willing to try, after all that happened it was time for him to stop and look at things. He placed his dagger into the sheath on his belt that he had been keeping its counter part in before going back to holding the rag to his lip.
When she pulled out the small bear he couldn't help but grin. He did remember it, and he couldn't believe she still had the thing."Of course I do, it was the first thing I actually scrounged up my money to buy instead of well...you know." He shrugged innocently before looking at her with a soft smile."It does huh? I guess I owe that little bear allot, keeping an eye on you while I was gone." He half teased, but truth was it meant allot that the small bear had helped her so much. It was like their was still a little hope that he hadn't been a complete failure when it came to her over the past eight years. However when he looked down, just able to see into the trunk which was still open he saw a stack of letters and what he saw was his name. Her bringing the bear out having uncovered the whole name."What are those?" He asked as he couldn't stop himself from getting up and walking to her trunk. Getting to his knees he reached in and picked up the envelopes, looking up at Annabeth."You wrote to me?..."
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