Post by Starfletcher1 on Jun 4, 2015 22:38:18 GMT -5
Full Name: Kalos Toran
Age: 10 years old
Description or Playby: Kalos takes much after his mother, with a dark blonde hairstyle that is almost always windswept to the side (right, when facing him). He is only about 4 feet tall, and 80 lbs, but he is quick and nimble as a result. His deep emerald eyes and a scar that crosses his face are the only other real distinct features.
Sexuality: Kalos is not particularly involved with any sort of love, but he prefers to be around men. He finds women annoying, and always wanting, whereas men are usually much more mature about love.
Olympian Parent: Hermes
Mortal Parent: [Kalias Toran]
Personality: Kalos is very shifty-looking, always glancing over his shoulders, and darts his eyes about. However, this is no real fault of his, but an after-effect of his past experience with a lycan that haunts his mind to this day. He, as a result, enjoys being around numerous amounts of people, and has no particular taste in friends. He will as readily accept a drunkard as he does an officer of the law, so long as they are loyal to him and vice versa. Additionally, Kalos is somewhat of a prankster, and often times gets in trouble as a result. His worst flaw is his tendency to steal whatever catches his eye; a particular cause of reprimand. As for hobbies, Kalos makes it a sport to trick others into believing his stories. He doesn't do it often to the same person, unless they are particularly gullible. He always enjoys battles of wit, especially when he has an easy target. Particularly, Kalos strongly dislikes people who think they are the best or flaunt unnecessarily. He makes these people targets of his trickery, forcing them without direct force to be humble. Even further, Kalos' lycanthrope-complex has caused him to have a strong dislike towards wolves, although he finds himself in love with nature, if only huntresses of Artemis ever cared to be less sexist. Kalos has learned to disband most habits of his, like unnecessary clicking of his teeth, mostly because they interrupted in his training. His actions are as unpredictable as his hands are quick to steal (at least in the sense of habits).
History: Kalos' history spiraled upwards into chaos after the death of was his mother. His mother had met her husband one day when she was at the edge of bankruptcy. She had no job, and little to no food, and she ended up resorting to gambling. One night, she had gone off to a casino by her home in New Jersey, surprised to see a new dealer at the blackjack table. Interested, she went over and played a few games. At first, this dealer was able to get 21 every time, until Kalias decided to try some cheating. When she finally beat him, the man invited her to a private room, revealing himself to be a god, Hermes. He told her that her skills at cheating were professional-level, and they fell in love together, working together to steal their way up in life. While Kalias found it strange that a god such as Hermes was attracted to a mortal like her, she never questioned it, giving herself to him unendingly. Eventually, they were able to buy a lonely home on a hill, and it was there that Hermes left Kalias with a child, content with her life. When Kalos came into the world as a baby, Kalias promised Hermes that she would raise her child to be as good as a thief and as lucky as her husband. Kalos spent most of his time doodling and playing with toys until, on his 8th birthday, his mother told him about who his father really was. He was home-schooled by his mother, so he knew of the gods and was even astonished that he was a result of the will of the gods(Let's just put it that way...). Kalos never really made any friends, since his mother never let him go farther than the bottom of the hill. Ever since he was 8, he was trained on his natural thievery and agility, as well as his power to open locks with his mind. Not too long after his 9th birthday, a new sort of cry came from the forest, not that of a wolf, but something...greater. His mother forbade him to go outside ever since, and she seemed to always be concerned of something or another. Kalias gave her son a dagger which seemed to glow very faintly and told him in great worry and haste that he should never use it unless he had no other option. Kalos promised his mother that he would obey her wishes and keep the dagger sheathed away until as a very last resort. Just then, as if on queue, a strange creature burst through the door, tearing it to splinters. It was both wolf-like and man-like, a creature that Kalos had never seen before. His mother immediately grabbed a sword on display, and Kalos, knowing that the sword was dull, could see that his mother was desperate. She shouted at him to run upstairs, and he immediately did so under her request, hearing the clash of dull steel and claw as he dashed up the stairs. He closed his door and locked it for all the good it could do, and realizing that his mother could never win with a dull sword, he forced open the rusty latch of his window and jumped down onto the muddy mess that was the side of his house. Not too long after he gained his footing, he could hear a shriek, one that would haunt him for many years to come. The wolf-like creature stepped out of the house, seemingly content in his bloody work, until he noticed the child and immediately chased after him. The boy was barely quick enough in the mud that he could hardly make it to the bottom of the small hill before becoming assaulted by the lycan. Just like he had promised the mother, realizing he could not escape, he pulled out his dagger and was barely able to fend off the lycan, which he sent back into the woods with bleeding injury. However, he himself was also wounded, and he would come to have a scar that he would wear upon his face for all eternity. It was then that Kalos had wandered aimlessly away from his home, realizing it was not safe. He fled, and ran, and continued running until he could do so no longer, taking refuge in the revealed roots of a tree. It was then that he could hear a voice, which seemed both close and and far at the same time. He was so tired that he could no longer tell, and it was then that he was discovered by a son of Kratos, the God of Power.
Weapons: *Kalos wields a Kris dagger given to him by his mother. [Magical; glows with a runic-yellow aura when a lycan is nearby.]
Abilities: He is naturally agile and knows much about thievery, and can pick locks with his mind.
Years at camp: Kalos is very new to camp; technically a first-year.
Year-rounder or summer-only camper?: Year-rounder.
Age: 10 years old
Description or Playby: Kalos takes much after his mother, with a dark blonde hairstyle that is almost always windswept to the side (right, when facing him). He is only about 4 feet tall, and 80 lbs, but he is quick and nimble as a result. His deep emerald eyes and a scar that crosses his face are the only other real distinct features.
Sexuality: Kalos is not particularly involved with any sort of love, but he prefers to be around men. He finds women annoying, and always wanting, whereas men are usually much more mature about love.
Olympian Parent: Hermes
Mortal Parent: [Kalias Toran]
Personality: Kalos is very shifty-looking, always glancing over his shoulders, and darts his eyes about. However, this is no real fault of his, but an after-effect of his past experience with a lycan that haunts his mind to this day. He, as a result, enjoys being around numerous amounts of people, and has no particular taste in friends. He will as readily accept a drunkard as he does an officer of the law, so long as they are loyal to him and vice versa. Additionally, Kalos is somewhat of a prankster, and often times gets in trouble as a result. His worst flaw is his tendency to steal whatever catches his eye; a particular cause of reprimand. As for hobbies, Kalos makes it a sport to trick others into believing his stories. He doesn't do it often to the same person, unless they are particularly gullible. He always enjoys battles of wit, especially when he has an easy target. Particularly, Kalos strongly dislikes people who think they are the best or flaunt unnecessarily. He makes these people targets of his trickery, forcing them without direct force to be humble. Even further, Kalos' lycanthrope-complex has caused him to have a strong dislike towards wolves, although he finds himself in love with nature, if only huntresses of Artemis ever cared to be less sexist. Kalos has learned to disband most habits of his, like unnecessary clicking of his teeth, mostly because they interrupted in his training. His actions are as unpredictable as his hands are quick to steal (at least in the sense of habits).
History: Kalos' history spiraled upwards into chaos after the death of was his mother. His mother had met her husband one day when she was at the edge of bankruptcy. She had no job, and little to no food, and she ended up resorting to gambling. One night, she had gone off to a casino by her home in New Jersey, surprised to see a new dealer at the blackjack table. Interested, she went over and played a few games. At first, this dealer was able to get 21 every time, until Kalias decided to try some cheating. When she finally beat him, the man invited her to a private room, revealing himself to be a god, Hermes. He told her that her skills at cheating were professional-level, and they fell in love together, working together to steal their way up in life. While Kalias found it strange that a god such as Hermes was attracted to a mortal like her, she never questioned it, giving herself to him unendingly. Eventually, they were able to buy a lonely home on a hill, and it was there that Hermes left Kalias with a child, content with her life. When Kalos came into the world as a baby, Kalias promised Hermes that she would raise her child to be as good as a thief and as lucky as her husband. Kalos spent most of his time doodling and playing with toys until, on his 8th birthday, his mother told him about who his father really was. He was home-schooled by his mother, so he knew of the gods and was even astonished that he was a result of the will of the gods(Let's just put it that way...). Kalos never really made any friends, since his mother never let him go farther than the bottom of the hill. Ever since he was 8, he was trained on his natural thievery and agility, as well as his power to open locks with his mind. Not too long after his 9th birthday, a new sort of cry came from the forest, not that of a wolf, but something...greater. His mother forbade him to go outside ever since, and she seemed to always be concerned of something or another. Kalias gave her son a dagger which seemed to glow very faintly and told him in great worry and haste that he should never use it unless he had no other option. Kalos promised his mother that he would obey her wishes and keep the dagger sheathed away until as a very last resort. Just then, as if on queue, a strange creature burst through the door, tearing it to splinters. It was both wolf-like and man-like, a creature that Kalos had never seen before. His mother immediately grabbed a sword on display, and Kalos, knowing that the sword was dull, could see that his mother was desperate. She shouted at him to run upstairs, and he immediately did so under her request, hearing the clash of dull steel and claw as he dashed up the stairs. He closed his door and locked it for all the good it could do, and realizing that his mother could never win with a dull sword, he forced open the rusty latch of his window and jumped down onto the muddy mess that was the side of his house. Not too long after he gained his footing, he could hear a shriek, one that would haunt him for many years to come. The wolf-like creature stepped out of the house, seemingly content in his bloody work, until he noticed the child and immediately chased after him. The boy was barely quick enough in the mud that he could hardly make it to the bottom of the small hill before becoming assaulted by the lycan. Just like he had promised the mother, realizing he could not escape, he pulled out his dagger and was barely able to fend off the lycan, which he sent back into the woods with bleeding injury. However, he himself was also wounded, and he would come to have a scar that he would wear upon his face for all eternity. It was then that Kalos had wandered aimlessly away from his home, realizing it was not safe. He fled, and ran, and continued running until he could do so no longer, taking refuge in the revealed roots of a tree. It was then that he could hear a voice, which seemed both close and and far at the same time. He was so tired that he could no longer tell, and it was then that he was discovered by a son of Kratos, the God of Power.
Weapons: *Kalos wields a Kris dagger given to him by his mother. [Magical; glows with a runic-yellow aura when a lycan is nearby.]
Abilities: He is naturally agile and knows much about thievery, and can pick locks with his mind.
Years at camp: Kalos is very new to camp; technically a first-year.
Year-rounder or summer-only camper?: Year-rounder.
