Post by alistair on Feb 2, 2013 10:21:59 GMT -5
* - - Alistair. Owain. O’Connor. - - *
[/color] Alistair Owain O’Connor
Name ;;
Nickname(s) ;;[/color] Shark Bait, Al (only to those who want to die), Mo rún (by his mother and girls he cares about ie; sisters,boy/ girlfriend that sort of thing)
Age ;;[/color]20
Birthday ;;[/color]March 21st, 1993
Gender ;;[/color]Male
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Species ;;[/color] Demi-god
Immortal Parent ;;[/color] Neptune
Years at Camp ;;[/color] 10
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Celebrity Claim ;;[/color] Channing Tatum
Appearance ;;[/color] Alistair is a rather good looking young man. He has a strong chin with a good body to match. He always smells strongly of salt water not matter what type of cologne he decides to put on. He’s good looking and he knows it. Alistair is never seen without his bottle of water. Its a staple in his fashion and it keeps him ready to do whatever water manipulating is nessicary. His eyes are green-blue and they change depending on his mood and what he wears. The happier he is, his eyes will appear more green than blue. If he’s down or depressed they tend to be on the Blue side. His hair is dark, but he keeps it closely cut and might spike it on occasion. Alistair is well built and strong, not overly so. He’s not overly muscled like some of the Mars or Jupiter kids are.
Alistair tends to wear the same clothes over and over again. He has a laid back style that mainly consists of ratty and well-worn jeans, frayed and bleached from many years of wear and use. His torso is clothed in mainly a wife-beater undershirt with a button down shirt casually worn on top of it. Alistair loves ball caps and is a strong supporter of Manchester United Football team, so on occasion he can be worn sporting a cap and their jersey on a nice day. The only time that Alistair ever wears shorts is if he decides to go swimming. He would prefer to go in just a speedo, but after a few girls complaining about it, Alistair felt that the surf shorts would be easier to bear. To be honest for all the work that he puts into his body, Alistair is a bit self-conscious about his knees and legs. Alistair calls his feet Hobbit feet and feels that they are a bit too big for his body.
Alistair has a few defining marks on his body. His right leg sports a massive burn scar from where he got hit by lightning for making his Uncle Jupiter mad. It covers up almost his whole thigh and about half of his calf. This is one of the main reasons he is self-conscious about his body. He also has a tattoo on his shoulder of a tribal shark around a trident as a tribute to his father. His left ear looks as if it was chewed on due to an encounter with a pack of hell hounds. His wrists and inner arms are scored and scared from a few fights with weapons, mainly from bow practice since he tends to blunder that fairly often.
Personality ;;[/color] Alistair is a charming individual, he loves to flirt and chase girls/guys, and he’s not picky. No matter how much they tell Alistair No, he is rather stubborn and will keep chasing after them. Sometimes he feels a bit bad chasing after girls, but he likes all of the attention.
Alistair has this thing that he calls his Super Hero Complex. This means he feels as if he has to save everyone, friend or enemy, from a rather bad fate. He feels that he always has to keep going and keep fighting to protect everyone. He is extremely tolerant of people and tries his hardest not to judge others based on appearances. However he believes that if there is not some sort of physical attraction between two people than a relationship won’t work.
Guarded are what most people call Alistair. He has things he holds close to his heart and refuses to show anyone a sign of emotional weakness. He is slightly obnoxious and a bit vain. Alistair knows that he is good looking and takes a bit of pride in it. Girls who don’t know of his proper charm might see him as a bit of a player, but he’s just the opposite. Alistair will fully dedicate himself to a single person, should they put up with his slightly obnoxious mannerisms. He is always afraid that people will treat him with the same mild neglect that his parents did.
Most people consider him to be unlucky being a Neptune kid, that is an understatement to say the least. Alistair things that Fortuna has it out for him since, at least when it comes to his luck, when it rains, it pours and Alistair will tell you that he's the only neptune kid likely to get wet, it's his bad luck (even though his gifts won't allow him to get wet). But he has made friends here and there, despite his misfortune. If you can get past his rather obnoxious exterior you will find a soft hearted person. He has a rather go with the flow attitude and tends to not take things too seriously. He is extremely proper in everyone he meets. He is formal with those who haven’t made it into his friendzone. Alistair loves the water and stays clear of Jupiter kids and the legacies with a passion and vengeance. Like their dad, it always seems like they are out to get him, not that he’s a conspiracy theorist.
Alistair has a love for a lot of things; literature is a passion of his. Surfing, swimming and doing weight training are another few things he really enjoys. Being in the water energizes him and so he uses his skill with water to help heal other people. Most of the time he forgets to ask permission to heal people and does it out of reflex and instinct. His knowledge of books can be rather insufferable at times, but he doesn’t mean to do it to irritate people. Alistair also is a little bit lacking in the social skills department since for the most part he was isolated with only his family on most of his mother’s expedition trips.
Family ;;[/color]
Kathrine O’Connor, 54, Mother, Marine Biologist/ fishing captain
Dwayne O’Connor, 52, Uncle, Fisherman
Daniel O’Connor. 56, Step-father, Fisherman
Keegan O’Connor, 14, step-brother
History ;;[/color]
Alistair was born off the coast of Ireland in a fishing boat, it was sometime in March. His mother, Katharine, was a daughter of a fishing mogul and a part time fishing boat captain and part time surfer. She was always into surfing the biggest waves and the nicest swells. It was off the coast of Australia when Kathrine met Neptune in a surfing contest, after what Kathrine would describe as a lost bet and a night of beach loving, Alistair was concived. Neptune was atracted to Kathrine's love of ocean and her dedication to finding her father a sustaniable fish to catch. After the surfing contest, his mother, the ever workaholic, returned to her reasearch. She couldn't even be bothered to leave her boat when she was close to her due date, her findings were almost there! But all Alistair knew about his dad was that he was there to deliver Alistair, but was swept overboard. Leave it to Alistair’s luck to be born in the middle of really bad squall. But for about three quarters of the first six years of Alistair’s life, it was spent on a boat. His mother was mostly deep in her researching sustaining forms of fish for her dad’s company, as well as hauling in a bunch of shrimp and sardines every now and then. Alistair was mostly left to the care of his Uncle Dwayne while his mother was a bit busy with her research. Alistair was truly taken with his uncle and always wanted to play. His hyperactive state many times left him in a “boys will be boys” state from his uncle and his mother thinking if she had maybe drank a bit too much coffee while he was in the womb.
It wasn’t until Alistair was six that his mother met and rather quickly married Daniel O’Connor. They had a son soon after they were married and it was then that Alistair knew he was different. In general, Alistair was treated with a mild sort of neglect, like the way one would treat a stray dog or an unwanted guest. He was always overly punished and the first to get in trouble for things that were beyond his control. Like the time he was surrounded by a load of sharks when he and his mother went on a surfing outing off the coast of Hawaii. Alistair was a bit resentful of his little brother, who seemed to be the favorite. Alistair wasn’t sure how to cope with being put on the back burner. He started acting out, doing things like jumping from the rigging or swimming down as far as he possibly could in murky water, in general terrorizing his mother on a small boat.
Ten near heart attacks later, Alistair was shipped to boarding school in Dublin Ireland by his step-father. The teachers hated him for the fact he had a massive case of ADHD and was extremely impulsive. Alistair couldn’t sit still to save his life. But it was with his literature teacher that he truly flourished. Alistair devoured nearly every book that was on his teacher’s reading list. Literature aside, Alistair hated school save for his swimming and equestrian courses. He flunked out of nearly three schools before his step-father pulled some strings and had him sent to a military school in the United States. Alistair was just shy of eight years old when he was flown across the ocean to the new school. Needless to say, he almost didn’t make it.
About five hundred miles in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, Jupiter took great offense at Alistair being in the lord of the skies domain. Alistair was already uncomfortable, plastered into the back of his seat like someone had super glued him to the foam seat. He was airsick and felt as if the pressure was going to kill him. Jupiter struck the plane with lightening, which luckily only had a handful of people in it. Alistair however was unlucky enough to me against the window see when the plane strike happened, catching his pants on fire. Jupiter slowed down the fall for the others, but Alistair plummeted strait down into the water. Alistair found that he could breathe and that he wasn’t soaking wet, and to top it off, he was alive. Alistair found that his leg had healed, but still pretty scarred and messed up. It was a Pegasus that saved him. After floating for days adrift at sea, eight year old Alistair was nearly frozen and dehydrated; he thought the Pegasus was just a hallucination. Talking and flying horses, it was a dream, or so Alistair thought. The Pegasus told him stories of Lupa, the she-wolf, of a glorious place called New Rome, of his father. Alistair protested that his father was dead, that he had been swept away during the massive squall that was said to have arisen on the day of his birth.
After what seemed like years, in all actuality it was only about three weeks, Alistair was left in the ruins of a mansion. He didn’t like the place and was really freaked out by it. Even more crazy was the fact that the massive she-wolf, Lupa, was real. Alistair couldn’t believe his eyes. The talking, flying horse, this huge wolf who called him pup, this was all real. Lupa could sense Alistair’s latent power, his ability was uncanny. Alistair was quick to learn the ways of Lupa and her pack. The ruined mansion became his home while he trained with the other wolves. Soon he was sent on his way, Lupa revealing what else the Pegasus left behind. A pack with a few bits and pieces of supplies and simple gladius to defend himself with.
First came the minotaur. It was a battle that shook the foundations of the mountain upon which it was fought. Alistair had never been so scared before in his life. Alistair reacted against the minotaur the way Lupa had trained him. His sword sang and was wet with the monsters blood after Alistair was able to quickly change direction to avoid the minotaurs horns. He was able to sever the minotaurs head, leaving it to roll into the river where it vanished, the body dispersed into golden dust. Alistair was bloody and bruised, but at least nothing was broken. Alistair, despite his nagging sensation, feeling that this was only the beginning, he continued on his journey west. The stray hellhound that trailed him for almost three days before they finally came and attacked him. This time he wasn’t so lucky. While he now had a few hellhound pelt, he was drenched in blood from where he had gotten bitten on the side of his head by one of the beasts. Despite the blood loss, Alistair was barely able to escape with his life.
Soon after stopping to eat, Alistair, was accosted by a gentleman. The man blabberd about needing a real Roman man to help him deal with this problem. The man said that he had been a member of the legion and was a son of the goddess of Magic and his problem had gotten a bit more problematic. He had attempted to do some experimentation with a Pit Scorpion that he had recieved (he was misteriously vague on that particular point) when he acidentaly transformed it. Now it was about two feet big and rampaging through his house. Alistair helped the man deal with the pit scorpion. He was starting to think that maybe he wasn't so unlucky at all. The man gave him a letter of reccomendation for helping him and turned him in the direction of Camp Jupiter. Which was only another few miles away.
Once he reached Camp Jupiter, Alistair imedeatly noticed their unease. No one wanted to talk to him after they found him praying at the temple of neptune. Alistair never knew that it was his father's temple, he just felt like he should give the god some reverance. He was called unroman in his ways. The only person who seemed to take interest in him was this strange lare, who happened to be some ancient guy back from the Roman times who had the guise of a little boy.
Alistair had only a single letter of recommendation, from the old man he had helped with the pit scorpion back after he shortly left the Wolf house. He adjusted to his Cohort despite the fact that Alistair was more of a screw up than most. It took him a good long time to really get into the roman frame of mind. Despite all of his short comings, Alistair trained as hard as he could. It wasn’t until after he was claimed and won laurels for his cohort did he truly blossom into becoming a roman and a son of Neptune. It was a capture the flag to end all capture the flags. After months of training, Alistair had finally perfected a new technique he had been working on. He focused his energy on the water cannons and reversed them, knocking out the gunners. From the water piles he was able to summon about three or four mirror images of himself in water. They mimiced every move he made, taking the defending team completely by surprise and was able to take the flag. Shortly after the game was called, he passed out. Alistair was in the infirmary for nearly a week recovering from his stunt with the water clones. Never again would he use that technique ulness it was absolutely nessicary. He never enjoyed battle, but he took part in it to protect his siblings and the few friends that he had acquired during his stay in camp. Alistair always preferred to use his water abilities to help heal people verses hurting them.
Battle of Mt. Orthys was a battle to end all wars. Or at least in Alistair’s mind it was. Alistair fought with as much strength he could muster against the titan forces. The battle is even still fresh in his mind to this day. It only strengthened his resolve to protect the place that he now called his home. Alistair worked tirelessly to help aide the wounded alongside the Apollo kids. He works hard in the infirmary with a few friends that he’s made from being in the infirmary so long. Alistair is a skilled water healer, he worked hard to learn how to use his water manipulation to heal open cuts and wounds, though the Apollo kids are much better than he is and he still can’t set a bone to save his life. He tries to learn as much as he can from his Apollo friends. [/blockquote]
Site Alias ;;[/color] Charlie
Reading;;[/color] all and more than once
Roleplaying Experience ;;[/color] 10+ year
Sample RP ;;[/color] see charlie
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