Hercules Olympus
01-04-2015, 02:09 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-05-2015, 12:42 AM by Helios I.)
So the only boy from the Second Natios Litter is once more back up for adoption.
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Because Herc has been played somewhat activly up till now his design is to remain the same, though his personality may be altered some. We'd like him to continue to somewhat resemble the mythological Hercules but as long as he remains loyal to family and of somewhat lighter alignment he'd probably be alright.
Some big stuff if happening with the family so I can guarantee the feels and potential for plots! Plus he has tons of smexy arts: Wow Much pretty very gorgeous
Alright so onto the form!
Profile here
Because Herc has been played somewhat activly up till now his design is to remain the same, though his personality may be altered some. We'd like him to continue to somewhat resemble the mythological Hercules but as long as he remains loyal to family and of somewhat lighter alignment he'd probably be alright.
Some big stuff if happening with the family so I can guarantee the feels and potential for plots! Plus he has tons of smexy arts: Wow Much pretty very gorgeous
Alright so onto the form!
Code:
<b> OOC name:</b>
<b>Personality</b> 150 minimum (even if you're keeping his personality the same, just write it in your own words)
<b>RP sample:</b> (100 word minimum)
01-07-2015, 06:30 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-07-2015, 07:22 PM by Empyrea.)
"I'LL BLOW THE WORLD AWAY." For a while, the male has found himself gradually slipping away from childhood innocence and into an independent brute. His dreams are big, and if they are crushed brutally or by accident, he'll get right back up. He won't give up, and he wants everyone to know who he is. An Olympus.
"I DON'T WANT TO CHANGE THE WORLD." Even if he wants to be well-known, the man doesn't want to be labeled as a god. Despite his lineage and upbringing, the brute knows he will never be as great as the gods that watch from above. He doesn't want to bring about a cult to the world, or to rule an empire. Simplicity at its best is desirable for the male. Being the leader of a pack is power enough for the brute.
"I'M SORRY, BUT I'M COLD." Immune to the charms of what women could swarm him, Hercules doesn't seem to show much interest in love or girls, yet. He is quiet, as well as somewhat cold. He is sometimes blind to the feelings of others, but who can blame him? Moving constantly between packs and homes, and leaving the Dancefloor of the Gods was a terrible event for the male. The gods have cursed his name for losing their pride and just. The brute wants to earn it back for the pack, to bring back what power was held by Olympus name, and to bring about the god's forgiveness.
The Olympus name hadn't failed yet. Blood of the damned had been shed, and the crown of the sinned had been shattered. The sky opened up, blessing the land in eternal sunlight til the night fell. Clouds parted to allow Helios' rays to scatter across the lands. "Helios', god of the sun's eternal light... I am ready to reclaim what once belonged to your children, the Olympus. We once were gods, and we will continue to be so again." A toned russet male powerful neck turned skyward to gaze at the sky, rubies disappearing behind thin curtains.
A wind blew about the field, the weak body of the fallen leader nearby. He struggled to get up, and the god flicked an ear. He pushed himself up from his haunches and strode over to the mortal. Leaning down low, he nudged the fallen up, allowing him to rest on his shoulder. "You may stay as long as you'd like... When you have healed, you may go as you please." What honor was there in leaving your foe in weakness? It had been a hearty fight, and even the god had accrued some wounds. There was still yet some risk for him to fight back, but this one had good heart and had accepted his loss in respect. His head turned up to the god, nodding with a smile on his features, a single word escaping him. 'Thanks...'