N a m e
Chalice Lovecraft
N i c k n a m e s ?
No nicknames, please, or you die.
G e n d e r
Male
A g e
17
A p p e a r a n c e
(The picture is merely a reference, there are some minor details that deviate from the image above)
Chalice sports pale, chalky skin, almost to the point of looking vampiric. His irises are a ghostly emerald, and he doesn't necessarily keep his sleek black hair trimmed short. His figure is tall and slender, reaching an imposing height of around 6 feet. Overall, he carries a very grim, hopeless air about him.
C l a i m e d ?
Yes
C a b i n
Akhlys (like with Khione, I don't really think such a Cabin exists, but again, for the purposes of this RP...)
G o d l y P a r e n t
Akhlys, Goddess of Misery and Poison
P o w e r s
Being the son of Misery can have its perks...if one ought to call them perks at all. The very ground he walks on is bleak with despondence; flowers spew toxins and wilt at his command. He can manipulate any poison - and he specializes in the poisons of deadly but beautiful blooms and blossoms. Poppies, nightshade, oleander, and countless, countless others. Naturally, he's gifted with immunity to poison as well. His dark powers have earned him a grim reputation, and campers tend to avoid him for the rather depressing effect he can have on people.
W e a p o n O f C h o i c e
Really, he'll work with any blade he can get his hands on. As long as he gets to dip them in poison. He favors his celestial bronze sword. Which isn't any exception when it comes to the poison part.
P e r s o n a l i t y
Chalice is really a very sadistic person - as a son of misery, he's a bit...messed up. His heart was twisted from the very start, and cruelty is his forte. He's a bit of an oddity, in that he carries himself with the poise and eloquence of a gentleman, despite his demonic behavior. One could possibly say he's charismatic...in a cold, black-hearted, villainous way. He, in himself, is not necessarily a particularly miserable person. On the contrary, he seems rather fine with his life and the way he lives it. It's simply the aura around him that depresses people - standing in his presence, touching his skin, evokes an overall miserable reaction from people.
H i s t o r y
To this day, the mystery of who would have relations of any kind with Misery itself remains a mystery. But obviously, someone named Mr. Lovecraft did, and Chalice was the result. The boy has been an orphan for as long as he can remember - his earliest memories are of an orphanage, and he was always told that his mother had died giving birth to him. At a young age, Chalice found pleasure in the misery of others. He delighted in the torment, and it wasn't long before no one was willing to look at him, much less speak to him. And although the fact that he never really had any friends to begin with probably contributed to the problem, Chalice had most likely grown this way more from nature than nurture.
When he was around 7, a kind-hearted satyr, perhaps too sympathetic for his own good, found the boy and guided him to Camp Half-Blood, believing that there was still hope for the sadistic demigod.
Since then, Chalice hasn't much changed. In fact, he caused quite a bit of trouble for Chiron and the other demigods. From little "accidents" during Capture-The-Flag, to slipping deadly toxins into the drinks of other campers, he lived purely to bring about strife to all those around him. It got so bad that, for several years, he was kept under constant guard, and locked in his cabin during the nights. It was just a few months ago that they decided to give him another chance - if he behaves himself, they said, they wouldn't lock him up anymore. But one tiny, teensy little sliver of a misstep, and it's back to demigod-juvie for Chalice. Of course, whether or not he's truly ready for such freedom as he's enjoying right now is still unclear. We'll just have to find out, won't we?
C o u n s e l o r P o s i t i o n ?
"Obviously. -_- I'm the only child of Akhlys in the entire camp."
C r u s h
Ha, you make me laugh. Not impossible, but unlikely.
Let me put it this way: You'd have to be one heck of a woman.
B f / G f
Win his heart. Although I can't guarantee a 'long and...particularly happy' marriage.
O t h e r ?
I take no credit for the amazing image ^^
Royce made a face. "Oh my gods, just take the stupid compliment. I don't give those out too freely." He walked up to a dummy that was somewhat removed from Alex's circle, and took a swipe at it. The Stygian iron sliced the head clean off, and Royce stared at the decapitated remains, as though he were willing something to happen. He pulled down his black sleeves to reveal the rune tattoos on his wrist, which were glowing a dim blue and growing brighter with each second. A moment later, the severed head of the dummy had started to morph and change. Parts of the dry material flaked off to form the periwinkle wings of cerulean insects, and soon, the entire dummy had been transformed into a battalion of butterflies. The blue insects flitted about the arena for a while before flocking to the skies. Royce stared at them a moment longer before turning back to Alex. "Good luck, anyway, though."
Huck's eyes flitted over to Ariana's arm momentarily, where he thought he caught a flicker of inky dark movement. Just my imagination, probably. "Uh, right, follow me," he said, putting on a smile and dashing towards the woods.
Ilana blushed, her gaze dropping to the floor. "Aah...I've swung a sword before, but I wasn't all that great at it. I know, I should be practicing with weapons other than my bow just in case, but..." she gave a little frown. "I dunno. Maybe I could learn if I tried, but I haven't really tried before."
[sorry, my last couple of replies aren't as good because 1.) I was in a hurry towards the end ^^ 2.) I'm just having more inspiration for Royce right now....no idea why...]
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