JACKSON, perseus "percy"

PERSEUS "PERCY" JACKSON
"If my life is going to mean anything, I have to live it myself."




THIS CITY, SO PRETTY UNDER MOONLIT
skies, we'll be hangin' like a cigarette so stunning start running, tonights like a knife, would you cut me

FULL NAME: perseus jackson
NICKNAMES: percy
AGE: nineteen
BIRTH DATE: august 18, 1992
GENDER: male
SEXUALITY: straight

RACE: demigod
GODLY LINEAGE: poseidon, learned when he was 12

STRENGTHS: swordfighting, anything to do with the sea/water, riding pegasi
WEAKNESSES: his fatal flaw is loyalty, the small of his back, shooting arrows
HABITS/QUIRKS: he's ADHD and dyslexic, but thats normal. and he tends to be a little dim about some things, but he'll get there in the end.

HOMETOWN: new york, new york

FAMILY:

percy jackson found out what he was when he was 12, and that is that he was a half-blood, a demigod. his father, posiedon, the olympian god of the sea and on of the big three had fallen for his mother on a beach in montauk. despite a pact made between hades, zeus, and poseidon to not sire any children while a prophecy foretold one of their offspring having the power to either save or ruin olympus at age 16, poseidon had percy, not like zeus kept to his promise either, since he fathered a girl named Thalia.

Percy came to camp half-blood thinking that his mother had been killed, and in turn trained with the other half-bloods. his father claimed him during a rousing match of capture the flag and it would never be the same again. in the end he won the battle for olympus and annabeth chase became his girlfriend, and his best friend grover became a lord of the wild. now he just spends his summer as a camp counselor, aiming to help young half-bloods train so they can manage in the real world.

however, something has gone wrong. percy's memory has been wiped and he's now in the roman camp, the son of neptune, and finding himself in quests he never could have imagined. and how did he get this pen? there's something so familiar about it all.

ALIAS NAME: CHLOE
AGE: 20
RP EXPERIENCE: 4 yeras
SECRET PHRASE: admin editz
RP SAMPLE:

Tyler sat around the bus, relaxing in his bunk and just generally not worrying about anything he had to do that day. He was exhausted and he was more or less telling anyone that would listen, much to his amusement. He liked to garner sympathy he didn’t deserve, mostly because it amused him to no end that people still gave it to him. He wasn’t sure how, but he seemed to have a way about it, something that screamed “I need your sympathy, now!!” But that really was not the case. He just liked to seem like it. He could be an asshole that way, much to his friends chagrin, but it was worth it, because it was just so damn fun. He was logged onto the chat with the record label, just having some absent minded conversation with Randall, who was the only one talking, because the guys from The Weekend Theory were being awfully quiet. For once. Miracles of sorts, seeing as those guys were notoriously loud and obnoxious and hilarious. Definitely good to have around, to bolster confidence and moral. All that good shit, right? He kept talking to Randall; he mostly refused to call her Randi, because well, calling her Randall was so much more fun. She was talking about how she dyed her hair like his, to which he had to stifle a laugh because he could not imagine her as a blonde but who knows, it could look good, right? He would find out, since she had just asked him for a hang out session on his bus, to which he absent mindedly answered with a yes, and only after she logged out had he realized he hadn’t even showered yet. “Fuck,” he said quietly, thankful his bus had a shower on board, even if you couldn’t take a long one before the water was bone-chillingly cold. Oh well, more motivation to get in and get out and get the fuck ready.

He logged off the chat and shut his laptop, it making sounds of protestation, telling him it hadn’t gone to sleep like it was supposed to, instead just idling on his desktop while shut. That sound pissed him off, he hated when it did that. Especially if he’d left programs open, since it would automatically exit them. He shook his head and hopped off the bunk, stripping down to his boxer briefs and grabbing a towel, this was gonna be a quick shower. It had to be, because she was going to show up in 15 minutes, apparently. But then again, knowing her, she was going to take a little longer. She was a pretty good friend to him on the tour, and he was certainly grateful for her, because he always had someone to talk to, thankfully. Tour could get lonely if you never talked to anyway, which mostly wasn’t the case for Tyler, but he tended to put his foot in his mouth an awful lot and that could be a pain in the ass. He put his hands over his head and arched his back, stretching out as much as he could and letting out a groan, the first stretch of the morning always felt amazing.

He cracked his neck and walked to the bathroom, shut the door and slid his underwear down, taking a quick piss before starting the shower up and jumping in, as to not waste the precious hot water. He was a little tall for this shower, but he could deal. He soaked his hair in the shower spray and squeezed out some shampoo onto his head, putting the bottle down and vigorously rubbing the shampoo into his hair, working up as much lather as he could before tipping his head back and washing it out. Next was conditioner; with his hair, he definitely needed it. He let it sit as he carefully washed his body, making sure that he wasn’t dirty at all, because he didn’t want to be that smelly kid on tour that everyone talked about when he wasn’t around, and sometimes when he was around. No one should ever be that kid, actually, but that was beside the point. Once he was good and clean, he rinsed out the conditioner and shut off the shower. The whole process didn’t take more than 10 minutes tops, so he was still pretty flush on time. He grabbed his towel and dried off, before wrapping the towel around his waist and heading back to his bunk, finding some clothes from a duffle bag under the bed, opting for some dark jeans and some bright blue shirt. Once he’d gotten his clothes on, he took his towel and dried it off before combing his fingers through it and topping it off with a hat. He was a pretty low maintenance guy as far as it went on this tour. He never really needed to touch hairspray and a flat iron like some of the others, and he liked it that way.

He’d barely finished when he heard her getting through the door, arms full of stuff she probably didn’t need to bring with her, but who was he to turn down some chips? He laughed at her, proclaiming how hard her trip was, “Why the hell didn’t you just bring a bag?” he asked, truly curious what had made her think carrying all the stuff was a better idea. “And why did you just stick all the stuff on the couch? Jeeze. Bring enough?” He thumbed through the games she’d brought and didn’t really know what to pick. He more or less just grabbed one and thrust it at her, not paying attention to the title. “Hi Randall, I do like your hair,” he grinned as he spoke, being sarcastic and a bit of an ass, but she loved it or she wouldn’t keep hanging out with him. “Like, oh my god, do you like mine?” he asked, twirling what was showing from under the cap, giving her a big toothy grin. He could be a jerk when he wanted to, but it was all in good fun. “So what have you been up to today, my dear?”