Post by Guest on Oct 27, 2015 18:48:56 GMT -5
Full Name: Alexander "Isaac" Isaac Krüger
Age: 17
Descrption: Alexander has black hair that shifts unsteadily to a deep maroon-purple that is only revealed in bright light. When it lightens into the reddish shade, more colors interwine and fade out, mostly burnt orange, darkened yellow, cobalt blue, and emerald green. He's very proud of his dyed hair, and it's cut in a messy unisex style, ruffled and windblown, though it has a couple of curls dropping around his ears and at the nape of his neck.
He tends to wear headphones and earbuds, even though demigods can't use electronics and he doesn't listen to anything, and often wears them to block out other noises. His eyes are a dark green, more dark brown and pine green then the characteristic yellow flecks most people have in their green eyes, but tend to peer up in a shy manner, due to the thick lashes that seem to swallow his irises up.
His eyes are deep-set, which sometimes gives him a gaunt appearance against his pale skin and defined cheekbones, so he tends to be rather self-conscious, often ducking his head away.
He's a German-American male, and has a more lithely muscular build, but that's easily hidden by the shapeless hoodies he likes to wear. His color scheme includes black and white, but not really a lot of gray, occasionally pushing in sapphire blues and emerald greens. He tends to push away at his bangs often, and hates anyone commenting on his defined cheekbones. His eyebrows are thin and arched, but a lighter raven in comparison to his hair. Alexander is fair-skinned and burns easily, never really tanning.
With a pointed and a circular face, he slumps over often and has bad posture, and wears a cross on a necklace around his neck. He also always wears a camera strapped to his belt, though he takes it off once in a while. Alexander also has a distinct scent made of sweet and savory spices, mingled with the faintest trace of cotton. The boy is seventy three inches tall and has long, toned limbs, at one hundred and thirty seven pounds.
More facts about his apperance include that he has a fang earring on his left ear, though it's easily hidden by his hair, polished and gleaming proudly. His hands are smooth, and he walks with a steady gait, keeping enough noise to alert you of his presence but enough to not annoy others.
Sexuality: Pansexual
Olympian Parent: Hecate
Mortal Parent: Marcus Krüger
Personality: With a cool, calm attitude as smooth as water, the demigod has a go-with-the-flow vibe, but likes to act more in the awkward-talkative area. He's intimidating only if he's doing it by accident or unconscious, as every threat from him always seems to go flat if it's in words. He's friendly and open and tends to talk without hiding a lot of things, but is fiercely loyal. He also tends to talk a lot if you engage him in a topic that he enjoys.
Running is a sport that he loves to do, but his focus lies only with dance. Ever since the age of three, Alexander has aspired to be a dancer, switching back and forth between street dancing, ballet, and latin dances. He puts his all into what he does, and often, his mind is on dance, such as sketching positions or outfits that would suit him. He prides himself on his dance, and is actually quite skilled, practicing in secluded areas or sneaking out around one in the morning to dance in the fields or arena.
Open with parts of his past-and only parts, he tends to throw everything else to the wayside and focus on what he is passionate about. The son of Hecate is a procrastinator at the heart, unless it comes to other-more important to him-activities. He's German, so he also slips into that language, writing or speaking in it and getting frustrated when no one understands him, as he doesn't quite realize when he slips into German.
Alexander is a neat-freak in some areas, and then a slob. He keeps his desk and bed area spotless, but under the bed is a black hole. He hates routine and goes with whatever happens, hard to unsettle because of that fact. He's more street-smart than intelligent, and is strong-willed as the day is long. He won't hesitate to push others aside because of one reason or another (both literally and nonliterally).
With empathy, the son of Hecate struggles to show his understanding, often getting up and leaving because he doesn't know what to do. The demigod is more of a let's-not-touch person, and tends to respond awkwardly to touch. He's not a martyr, to put it bluntly, and won't save everyone who comes his way.
Alexander also enjoys solitude, and can be rather distant while he’s spacing out. He is also very abstract and his thoughts are distant and unconnected, but can just as easily become logical. He's a very graceful kind of person, and hardly ever trips. He dreams a lot, and can often be seen caught in a web of day dreams.
To put things bluntly-his life is centered around about four things-dancing, photography, archery, and music.
He would gladly just do those things forever, but also settles for sketching and cooking. He hates a lot of things-being cold, being hot, heights, harsh sunlight, sand, sea water, dogs (though he adores cats) , not having privacy, needles, pointy objects, sicknesses, discrimination, and basically everything that is possibly painful or insulting to someone. However, he can tolerate these things.
What he actually likes-a smaller train of thought, thankfully, includes the night, stars, water, music, dancing, family, photography, tea, coffee, sketching, and candles. He also is entranced by the idea of representations and beginnings, as well as darkness.
Once a drama geek, Alexander Ivan is very excitable when it comes to the topic of theater. Whether it be in the back of the stage, with headsets on and murmuring orders or before the swishing burgundy curtain, he's always loved plays and acts, though he tries to play that off as a thing of the past.
He also has some quirks, such as nibbling on his bottom lip or braiding some strands of his hair. The demigod often unconsciously sizes people up by their favorite type of music and dance, as gnaws on his lower lip occasionally, as well as having other nervous quirks due to his ADHD, such as tapping his fingers against objects or counting his breaths.
Alexander is fiercly protective and possessive, tending to act first and think second when it comes to his friends. He's a overbearing mother hen at best when it comes to his friends, and will try to keep them safe at all costs, foregoing his normally quiet and calm nature.
He also tends to make friends and accept friendships quickly.
History: At the age of thirty, a German man moved to America on a long business trip, and settled down in New York to begin his work. Without parents-as his had died of old age-and old enough to drink, it's not suprising that at night, as soon as he dropped off all his boxes at her apartment, Marcus went out to have a drink with her friends at a nearby popular pub.
He saw a sweet-talking stranger in the pub, and impulsive and still a little jet-lagged, the brunette decided to have a chat with her, blowing off her breezy, romantic lines with laughter and lines of his own. Full of liquid courage, he invited her to go on a date with him, taking a jab at his way of speech as he did.
Charmed by the man's easy grace and confidence, Hecate made plans to meet him the next week. And the next. And the next. In the middle of his ten-year trip, Marcus was with a boy and with a runaway mother. That wasn't the only thing that awaited him. The business venture failed, and the company crumbled in weeks. He was left with barely any money in a city he couldn't care less about without Hecate, who he had-and hated to admit-loved.
Having no other choice, the man moved to the seedier parts of town, where he bought a gun immediately and became a cashier. Working as much as he could to provide money for him and his newly born son to live on, the boy usually was alone, armed with just whatever his father had taught him in his meager knowledge of self-defense.
As soon as he was old enough to walk and talk properly, he got into fights. Brash, wrong-side-of-town ones, full of as much damage and hate as a eight-year old could cause. Back then, as far as Alexander was concerned, this was a temporary setup, and as soon as he got out, he would be rid of these people.
When he reached the age of ten, he began to realize that this situation wasn't going to change. Alexander, frustrated and wanting to do something besides fight for the duration for his life, began to volunteer at the neighborhood dance center, where the boys in his neighborhood strayed away, terrified of being called a girl for doing something as "dainty" as dancing.
Dance captivated him even as a child, and he became fast friends with the owner, Lilianna Chammermane. She was usually more of a parent than his own, but the boy was fiercely loyal to Marcus, and would never admit it. When he met her daughter at the age of ten, his world rotated on its axis, but not necessarily in a good way.
The girl, Rachel, was rude and hated dancing, often insulting him and her mother behind her back. Alexander sucked it up and gritted his teeth, having too much respect for Lillianna to fight in the dance center. Or to fight her at all, due to her parentage.
When the news came that she was going to move because of a sickness she had since she was a child in order to get medical attention, Alexander was shocked. Yes, rude and unpleasant as Rachel had been, she was the closest thing he had to a friend back then.
Because of his father's constant work, Alexander didn't really have a close relationship, but cared about her and loved her just as much as he felt he should. When the news was given to him, though, it didn't really occur to him to tell her.
Without anything to do after the dance center closed-though he still retained an avid passion in dance-he focused more on school. Until, that is, he found a new hobby-drama, a program that was run by their school's assistant principal in order to make learning more interesting.
He spent all of his time devoted to learning lines, creating props, and writing scripts. All was going well-until someone showed up, suspiciously dressed-who wore sunglasses inside? Over their forehead?-and requested to see him. Alexander was surprised, but didn't show it until the man lured him into a private room.
Big surprise-he turned out to be a monster.
Fighting for his life, Alexander slipped out a window and ran, at least until he bumped into a scared-looking boy. There, he realized that the boy had goat feet-what the heck? After explaining everything, the boy brought him to Camp Half-Blood (no difficulties were shown), where he resided in the Hermes cabin until three months later, when he was claimed.
His father has received letters explaining what his heritage entailed and where he was, but he plans to not return home.
Weapons: Alexander owns a self-locking crossbow pistol, though he rarely uses it and keeps it in a safely-locked case. It is almost completely black, with gold on the sides. His name is embossed in tiny letters on the side, and inside the case is a small bag of magical and nonmagical projectiles he can use to load it. However, he usually carries just a simple black umbrella which can shoot arrows out of the tip. His boots have places to hold arrows in on the inner side, and he also keeps a silver knife on his person.
Abilities: Alexander has the ability to create illusions using the Mist over long periods of time, around one hour and manipulate it to affect others.
Years at camp: Six
Year-Round of Summer-Only?: Year-round, though he visits his father often.
Age: 17
Descrption: Alexander has black hair that shifts unsteadily to a deep maroon-purple that is only revealed in bright light. When it lightens into the reddish shade, more colors interwine and fade out, mostly burnt orange, darkened yellow, cobalt blue, and emerald green. He's very proud of his dyed hair, and it's cut in a messy unisex style, ruffled and windblown, though it has a couple of curls dropping around his ears and at the nape of his neck.
He tends to wear headphones and earbuds, even though demigods can't use electronics and he doesn't listen to anything, and often wears them to block out other noises. His eyes are a dark green, more dark brown and pine green then the characteristic yellow flecks most people have in their green eyes, but tend to peer up in a shy manner, due to the thick lashes that seem to swallow his irises up.
His eyes are deep-set, which sometimes gives him a gaunt appearance against his pale skin and defined cheekbones, so he tends to be rather self-conscious, often ducking his head away.
He's a German-American male, and has a more lithely muscular build, but that's easily hidden by the shapeless hoodies he likes to wear. His color scheme includes black and white, but not really a lot of gray, occasionally pushing in sapphire blues and emerald greens. He tends to push away at his bangs often, and hates anyone commenting on his defined cheekbones. His eyebrows are thin and arched, but a lighter raven in comparison to his hair. Alexander is fair-skinned and burns easily, never really tanning.
With a pointed and a circular face, he slumps over often and has bad posture, and wears a cross on a necklace around his neck. He also always wears a camera strapped to his belt, though he takes it off once in a while. Alexander also has a distinct scent made of sweet and savory spices, mingled with the faintest trace of cotton. The boy is seventy three inches tall and has long, toned limbs, at one hundred and thirty seven pounds.
More facts about his apperance include that he has a fang earring on his left ear, though it's easily hidden by his hair, polished and gleaming proudly. His hands are smooth, and he walks with a steady gait, keeping enough noise to alert you of his presence but enough to not annoy others.
Sexuality: Pansexual
Olympian Parent: Hecate
Mortal Parent: Marcus Krüger
Personality: With a cool, calm attitude as smooth as water, the demigod has a go-with-the-flow vibe, but likes to act more in the awkward-talkative area. He's intimidating only if he's doing it by accident or unconscious, as every threat from him always seems to go flat if it's in words. He's friendly and open and tends to talk without hiding a lot of things, but is fiercely loyal. He also tends to talk a lot if you engage him in a topic that he enjoys.
Running is a sport that he loves to do, but his focus lies only with dance. Ever since the age of three, Alexander has aspired to be a dancer, switching back and forth between street dancing, ballet, and latin dances. He puts his all into what he does, and often, his mind is on dance, such as sketching positions or outfits that would suit him. He prides himself on his dance, and is actually quite skilled, practicing in secluded areas or sneaking out around one in the morning to dance in the fields or arena.
Open with parts of his past-and only parts, he tends to throw everything else to the wayside and focus on what he is passionate about. The son of Hecate is a procrastinator at the heart, unless it comes to other-more important to him-activities. He's German, so he also slips into that language, writing or speaking in it and getting frustrated when no one understands him, as he doesn't quite realize when he slips into German.
Alexander is a neat-freak in some areas, and then a slob. He keeps his desk and bed area spotless, but under the bed is a black hole. He hates routine and goes with whatever happens, hard to unsettle because of that fact. He's more street-smart than intelligent, and is strong-willed as the day is long. He won't hesitate to push others aside because of one reason or another (both literally and nonliterally).
With empathy, the son of Hecate struggles to show his understanding, often getting up and leaving because he doesn't know what to do. The demigod is more of a let's-not-touch person, and tends to respond awkwardly to touch. He's not a martyr, to put it bluntly, and won't save everyone who comes his way.
Alexander also enjoys solitude, and can be rather distant while he’s spacing out. He is also very abstract and his thoughts are distant and unconnected, but can just as easily become logical. He's a very graceful kind of person, and hardly ever trips. He dreams a lot, and can often be seen caught in a web of day dreams.
To put things bluntly-his life is centered around about four things-dancing, photography, archery, and music.
He would gladly just do those things forever, but also settles for sketching and cooking. He hates a lot of things-being cold, being hot, heights, harsh sunlight, sand, sea water, dogs (though he adores cats) , not having privacy, needles, pointy objects, sicknesses, discrimination, and basically everything that is possibly painful or insulting to someone. However, he can tolerate these things.
What he actually likes-a smaller train of thought, thankfully, includes the night, stars, water, music, dancing, family, photography, tea, coffee, sketching, and candles. He also is entranced by the idea of representations and beginnings, as well as darkness.
Once a drama geek, Alexander Ivan is very excitable when it comes to the topic of theater. Whether it be in the back of the stage, with headsets on and murmuring orders or before the swishing burgundy curtain, he's always loved plays and acts, though he tries to play that off as a thing of the past.
He also has some quirks, such as nibbling on his bottom lip or braiding some strands of his hair. The demigod often unconsciously sizes people up by their favorite type of music and dance, as gnaws on his lower lip occasionally, as well as having other nervous quirks due to his ADHD, such as tapping his fingers against objects or counting his breaths.
Alexander is fiercly protective and possessive, tending to act first and think second when it comes to his friends. He's a overbearing mother hen at best when it comes to his friends, and will try to keep them safe at all costs, foregoing his normally quiet and calm nature.
He also tends to make friends and accept friendships quickly.
History: At the age of thirty, a German man moved to America on a long business trip, and settled down in New York to begin his work. Without parents-as his had died of old age-and old enough to drink, it's not suprising that at night, as soon as he dropped off all his boxes at her apartment, Marcus went out to have a drink with her friends at a nearby popular pub.
He saw a sweet-talking stranger in the pub, and impulsive and still a little jet-lagged, the brunette decided to have a chat with her, blowing off her breezy, romantic lines with laughter and lines of his own. Full of liquid courage, he invited her to go on a date with him, taking a jab at his way of speech as he did.
Charmed by the man's easy grace and confidence, Hecate made plans to meet him the next week. And the next. And the next. In the middle of his ten-year trip, Marcus was with a boy and with a runaway mother. That wasn't the only thing that awaited him. The business venture failed, and the company crumbled in weeks. He was left with barely any money in a city he couldn't care less about without Hecate, who he had-and hated to admit-loved.
Having no other choice, the man moved to the seedier parts of town, where he bought a gun immediately and became a cashier. Working as much as he could to provide money for him and his newly born son to live on, the boy usually was alone, armed with just whatever his father had taught him in his meager knowledge of self-defense.
As soon as he was old enough to walk and talk properly, he got into fights. Brash, wrong-side-of-town ones, full of as much damage and hate as a eight-year old could cause. Back then, as far as Alexander was concerned, this was a temporary setup, and as soon as he got out, he would be rid of these people.
When he reached the age of ten, he began to realize that this situation wasn't going to change. Alexander, frustrated and wanting to do something besides fight for the duration for his life, began to volunteer at the neighborhood dance center, where the boys in his neighborhood strayed away, terrified of being called a girl for doing something as "dainty" as dancing.
Dance captivated him even as a child, and he became fast friends with the owner, Lilianna Chammermane. She was usually more of a parent than his own, but the boy was fiercely loyal to Marcus, and would never admit it. When he met her daughter at the age of ten, his world rotated on its axis, but not necessarily in a good way.
The girl, Rachel, was rude and hated dancing, often insulting him and her mother behind her back. Alexander sucked it up and gritted his teeth, having too much respect for Lillianna to fight in the dance center. Or to fight her at all, due to her parentage.
When the news came that she was going to move because of a sickness she had since she was a child in order to get medical attention, Alexander was shocked. Yes, rude and unpleasant as Rachel had been, she was the closest thing he had to a friend back then.
Because of his father's constant work, Alexander didn't really have a close relationship, but cared about her and loved her just as much as he felt he should. When the news was given to him, though, it didn't really occur to him to tell her.
Without anything to do after the dance center closed-though he still retained an avid passion in dance-he focused more on school. Until, that is, he found a new hobby-drama, a program that was run by their school's assistant principal in order to make learning more interesting.
He spent all of his time devoted to learning lines, creating props, and writing scripts. All was going well-until someone showed up, suspiciously dressed-who wore sunglasses inside? Over their forehead?-and requested to see him. Alexander was surprised, but didn't show it until the man lured him into a private room.
Big surprise-he turned out to be a monster.
Fighting for his life, Alexander slipped out a window and ran, at least until he bumped into a scared-looking boy. There, he realized that the boy had goat feet-what the heck? After explaining everything, the boy brought him to Camp Half-Blood (no difficulties were shown), where he resided in the Hermes cabin until three months later, when he was claimed.
His father has received letters explaining what his heritage entailed and where he was, but he plans to not return home.
Weapons: Alexander owns a self-locking crossbow pistol, though he rarely uses it and keeps it in a safely-locked case. It is almost completely black, with gold on the sides. His name is embossed in tiny letters on the side, and inside the case is a small bag of magical and nonmagical projectiles he can use to load it. However, he usually carries just a simple black umbrella which can shoot arrows out of the tip. His boots have places to hold arrows in on the inner side, and he also keeps a silver knife on his person.
Abilities: Alexander has the ability to create illusions using the Mist over long periods of time, around one hour and manipulate it to affect others.
Years at camp: Six
Year-Round of Summer-Only?: Year-round, though he visits his father often.
