Note: Some characteristics described in this form are for the RPs, for I know that they are not truly able to speak aloud or have magical powers.
Your Username:
Sweetypie978
Name of POD:
Apollo
Gender:
Male
Personality:
Fierce
Apollo has an extremely wild heart, and he has no choice but not to attempt containment, but to embrace it as a part of himself. He is as fierce as the blaze of fire on the mighty sun, ripping through anything in his path; destruction is his way of life, and he cannot change that, even though he wishes it with all his heart. He's very passionate about everything, that's a gift from his fierce and wild heart.
Passionate
As I said, Apollo gets his passion for most things from his fierce heart, he actually doesn't mind this trait though. He always sticks to anything he gets into, he never drops out of anything. He always says "once you're in it, you're for life". I think it's a great quote, and it really describes him extremely well, better than I ever could. But you must know that no matter what, Apollo will never back out and he will always, I mean always, be there for you.
Loving
Apollo loves the people closest to him, and only them. He is very passionate when it comes to caring for those he loves, they mean the world to him and he protects them with his life, for if they did not live he has no reason to. Right now, Apollo has no loved ones, well, except for a special girl he saw in the woods by a steam one day, but he thought she wouldn't like him and left. He has been watching over her for a while now, keeping her safe from hunters and predators.
PowerfulSee the markings seeming to be suns on Apollo's tail? Well, those aren't just for vanity; Apollo holds the power of the sun in his hands, he is able to manipulate fire. You may think that's crazy, but if I were you, I wouldn't say it to his face. He often flares up when he's angry or upset, flames begin to lick his paws and spread on the earth around him. I have experienced this, and it isn't enjoyable, I don't like seeing him upset, and I often see someone get hurt in the process. Here's how we met and how it all went down, because I'm sure you're quite interested. He's most powerful when the sun rests high in the sky, he is actually pretty much powerless at night.
I strung my bow onto my back and silently leapt from one tree to the next, landing lightly on the thick canopies. I saw a large boar, and kept going getting closer to it tree by tree. It would be a good kill, worthy of several gold coins at the marketplace. I came about 10 feet away in a small oak, and began quickly and silently crawling down on the blind side of the tree. I jumped the last few feet to the ground, crouching with my back against the tree. I grabbed my bow and strung a silver arrow, leaning from behind the tree to take aim on my target. I pulled the arrow back to my shoulder and silently loosed it, guiding it strait between the eyes of the pig. Just before it hit, a ball of flame flew from the trees on the left and hit the arrow, redirecting its' path away from the boar. The beast squealed in terror and fled into the underbrush, and I quickly cursed and jumped up to chase it into the trees. I stopped and did a double take into the direction from which it had come, not believing what I was seeing. A flame orange Pomme Orchard Deer had emerged from the brush and was staring strait at me with eyes ablaze. It had red markings and what seemed to be small suns on his tail. The small suns were glowing and flames licked his paws, spreading quickly to the earth and dry vegetation around him; everything was dry and quickly bursting into flame. I stumbled back and tripped on a large root, landing against a tree, unable to escape. "Please, I just needed the food for my deer, they're starving." The deer stopped only a few feet away. It had scorched my leg, but I dared not move or speak another word. The flames dimmed and the deer braced himself, struggling to stand. "So your purpose was not for game?" I shook my head and he let out a shuddering breath, obviously exhausted. "My name is Blair, would you like to come home with me? You're welcome to stay with us, I have two deer at home, Niaβa and Marianne." The deer lifted his head and smiled. "Sure, I'm Apollo."
Likes:
Moon Pies
I know, it's super-random and very unexpected, but Apollo loves moon pies. He loves how they taste like s'mores, and his favorite part is the marshmallow cream in the center. He eats them all the time, I find them hidden everywhere; in between the couch cushions, in my drawers, and most of the time, I find them under him when he's sleeping. He won't tell me who it is, but they remind him of someone special he once met in the woods. He said her beauty matched no other, and she glowed with life and purity.
Napping in the Sunshine
This one's a little obvious, but Apollo loves napping in the brilliant light of the sun, it recharges him. The sun powers his heart, enabling him to last through the night. It's very hard for him to even remain breathing when he doesn't get enough sun, that's why he spends every moment of daylight outside. Napping is his favorite things to do, because it recharges him, saves his precious energy, and helps h remain calm; he hates when he flares up. He always hurts someone or wastes energy he needs, and often collapses, resulting in labored breathing through the night.
Conserving Oxygen
This is a big thing for Apollo, he tries to conserve as much oxygen as possible, which means avoiding talking whenever possible. He really doesn't speak much, he often just uses motions and speaks only when absolutely nessisary. Fire consumes oxygen, so Apollo can't afford to waste any, with fear of talking just a little too much then going on a rage. He doesn't really move a lot either, he often just lays around in the sunshine, soaking in the vitamin D.
Dislikes:
Nighttime
Well, this is a little obvious, but it is still very important to know about him. This is Apollo's time of extreme vulnerability and weakness; he can barely stand. He's almost always sleeping during this time, somedays it's all he can do to stay alive. He just doesn't like it at all; there's no sun, it's cold, it's dark, and in the darkness lurks creatures not to be trifled with, but you may just encounter on no purposeful account.
Water
It's wet, it's cold, and it's draining; Apollo just plain hates water. He will go to almost any height to not get wet, it literally drains the energy from his body, not to mention it douses his fierce flames for hours. He won't even drink it, he doesn't really need to anyways. Apollo gets all the oxygen he needs from the air, his body works like a living flame, only needing oxygen and something to burn in order to survive.
Poem (Written by you):
Fire and Water
Like the sun and the moon,
Totally opposite,
Working different forces,
Each a different purpose.
One a bright flame,
The other douses the fire,
Like ying and yang,
Made to be opposite.
May work opposingly,
But pulling the tides as one,
Working together,
As opposites attract to the sun.
