Post by Russell Stone on Jan 29, 2016 10:28:01 GMT -6
RUSSELL STONE son of neptune verus, Me, the Loner Russ is a typical Roman, which means he likes order, authority, structure, etc. He’s been around Camp Jupiter for some time, making many acquaintances. He has few friends, however, because he has not wanted to let many people into his world. The few romantic dalliances he’s entertained never amounted to anything mostly because of Russell’s inability to carry on a normal conversation. This is most likely because he can sound very cold and apathetic when he talks to people. As a child of Neptune, Russell knows his emotions can shift rapidly, like the suddenness of a sea storm, so he doesn’t allow himself to feel at all. He needs friends to help him come out of his shell, who won’t see his claiming as some kind of ill omen, and he needs one particular young lady to make him feel. Also, his parentage will probably spark some rivalries or even full-fledged enemies. After all, Romans don’t particularly care for Neptune. Link: Russell Stone |
ANDREW TREMAINE son of ceres suavis, Party Hard Andrew is a newly minted Roman, newly returned to camp. His claiming came suddenly, and he still doesn't know what to do with the revelation. The only thing he's serious about is having fun, all other concerns need not exist. If you like to have fun and want to live on the wild side, he's your man. If you're the kind that likes order and structure, you'll probably find Andrew frustrating, to say the least. He needs friends and enemies, alike. As for love, he's not one to commit to someone, so flings and crushes. I do want him to grow into his identity as a Roman, so that will curb his recklessness. I could see a love interest being the first stepping stone for this growth, so if you're up for a plot like that, let me know. Link: Andrew Tremaine |
CHARACTER NAME lyrics lyrics lyrics lyrics lyrics lyrics lyrics lyrics lyrics lyrics lyrics lyrics Soft lips, white sheets. Everything here reminds me of your smile, your touch and your skin. Oh, do I miss you and your sweet feeling of love that used to surround me. Where did it go? Where did you go? I know you must be here, somewhere. Call my name call my name. But you're gone now, and gone forever. |