Perseus "PERCY" Jackson

[Percy Jackson]

PERSEUS JACKSON

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&&--You, who shall pull the strings

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Name: GODDAMN IRON MAN!
Age: Old enough. >>
Roleplaying Experience: Uh, about two to three? Hitting my fourth RPing anniversary in June~
How you found the site: I don't remember. 8|

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&&--The character cheat sheet

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Name:

"Most people call me Percy or Seaweed Brain, but my real name's Perseus. Perseus Jackson."

Gender:

"Uh, well, last time I checked I was a guy, but.."

Age:

"Fifteen. I'm about to be sixteen in August, and I don't know whether I want to reach that sweet mark or not..."

Hair Color:

"It's black. Why do you need to know this?"

Eye Color:

"Uhh.. green? Are you trying to stalk me or something..?"

Skin Tone:

"I'm Caucasian, but, um, I'm not white. Not dead-guy white or anything. Or albino-ish. I'm kinda tan, I guess. I'm okay."

Height:

"Tall enough!.. Five feet and eight inches. That's okay, right?"

Weight:

"..!! H-How should I know!? Probably less than 200 pounds.. Last time I checked I was at the 140's, 142 pounds.. but maybe I lost a few.. I'm.. Uh.. Well.. Muscles are gross?"

Wealth:

"Average, borderline-poor. My stepfather's going to be using all our money at the rate he's going, but I'm just saying."

Sexual Orientation:

"So, I'm not gay or anything.. But, uh, lately girls just don't seem to be worth my time, so, maybe, um, uh. Well - I'm not bisexual, either! I just - guys are kind of cute, too.. B-Bi-curious?"

Why they are in La Campana:

"Well, mom said I gotta stay a little further from her (for my safety?), but I have no idea why. She also caught me trying to make out with a poster of Christian Bale and thought it was kinda weird, so maybe that's why she shipped me off here. I mean, I love her, yeah, but the school.. I'm kind of scared, like what if I can't catch up with everyone 'cause of my dyslexia? And my ADHD'll definitely play a factor here, so.."

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&&--What makes the clock tick

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Likes:

• candy
  
• the color blue
  
• the sea
  
• the sky
  
• sweets
  
• latin class
  
• swords
  
• water
  
• friendships
  
• freedom
  
• happiness
  
• justice
  
• love

Dislikes:

• reading
  
• most teachers
  
• most subjects
  
• cocky people
  
• some girls
  
• bitches
  
• whores
  
• sluts
  
• mansluts, for that matter
  
• extreme cold
  
• fire
  
• hate
  
• his stepfather

Turn Ons:

• smirks
  
• dancing (even if he can't)
  
• cold hands
  
• men (sh-shut up!!)
  
• older people (SHUT UP!)
  
• grabby hands
  
• dirty talk and bondage (even if he'll never say this out loud)

Turn Offs:

• extreme submission
  
• extreme domination
  
• drunkards
  
• bad breath
  
• muscles
  
• long hair that can choke
  
• giggling

Nervous Habits:

• changes the subject
  
• hair stands at the back of his neck
  
• heart thuds erratically
  
• throat goes dry
  
• scratches his cheek
  
• rubs the back of his head
  
• shivers

Fears:

• needles
  
• his mother's death
  
• the 'impending doom' his mother said he wasn't far from
  
• la campana boarding school
  
• .. and its inhabitants
  
• completely cruel people
  
• seeing his father face-to-face

Goals/Aspirations:

• to stay in this boarding school for more than a year
  
• get over his occasional acts of violence
  
• cure his dyslexia (if that's even possible)
  
• get a girl or boy, if it applies
  
• have a chance at a future
  
• to repay his mother for everything she's done
  
• to find his father

Appearance:

Percy stands at five feet and eight inches, and weighs one hundred and forty-three pounds. He has green eyes and black hair, and his face has yet to lose the littlest hints of baby fat. Normally Percy wears casual clothing, such as jeans and a t-shirt along with some sneakers, but if the situation calls for formalities, he'll wear a white polo, black clip-on tie, black slacks, and shiny leather shoes. Why it's so exact, the formal outfit, is because that's the only kind of formal clothes he has right now. Not that that's a bad thing or anything, but he's just saying.

Percy is lanky, despite the fact that he takes fencing to cure his little issues with anger. His nails are normally bitten, but not to the point of bleeding, and his hands are rough with the experience of work. Sometimes he has a band-aid here or there somewhere on his body, but that's mostly because Percy has a knack for getting in trouble, despite the fact that he tries to avoid it as much as humanly possible.

Percy's face is almost always in a charming smile. To see it in something that displays the smallest clues of sadness or any other negative energy would mean that something horrible has happened - and for some reason, Percy's a real bad luck magnet. In fact, his bad luck has stemmed scars on his body. He has one on his knee from fencing practice, one on his shoulder from his stepfather, and a few more that will not be mentioned. Percy also has a birthmark the shape of a trident on his right hip, or at least something that somewhat represents a trident.

Personality:

Percy's a good kid, really. He has good intentions and sees life in a positive kind of way. He's a real charmer, able to be friendly if he wants to be, and has the ability to be brave despite his little inklings of fear. Ten out of ten times you'll see Percy willing to give himself up for the people he cares for, and in rare cases, people he didn't even know existed - and people he can't stand. Although Percy's had his fair share of rivals and the like, he still ends up somehow trying to befriend them in the end, because that's how he is.

Percy isn't much of a guy for attention. When people single him out he gets awkward and somewhat shy, and if they try to recognize him for something, or give him something extra, then he'll just refuse it, or turn it down. He has a strong sense of justice, too, so if he sees someone more worthy of the title, he doesn't have problems giving said title to that other someone.

Percy can't talk to girls. He's a loser like that.

Percy has been diagnosed with dyslexia, a condition wherein he jumbles up letters, along with attention deficit hyperactivity disorder, which means that he gets distracted easily. It's because of this that he's been shipped off to countless schools, but kids there almost always tease him, and it's because of that that he gets into fights and all-around mischief, and ends up being kicked out and shipped somewhere else.

Percy has an underlying fear of La Campana, because he's afraid it'll bring upon him a full-on attraction to the male species.

But he'll get over it. Eventually.

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&&--A glimpse of the past

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Father:

Poseidon "Sai" Morello - 46 - biological father - never met
Gabriel Ugliano - 43 - stepfather

Mother:

Sally Jackson - 42 - biological mother
Amphitrite "Amy" Morello - 39 - stepmother / father's wife - never met

Sibling/s:

Theseus Morello - 24 - stepbrother - never met
Tyson Morello - 12 - stepbrother - never met

Other important relatives:

N/A

Pets:

N/A

History:

Percy's parents, Poseidon and Sally, had met out of pure chance. Sally was on vacation at a beach, Poseidon was running away from cops in America and just happened to find the beach a good place to hide in. Said beach was named Montauk, and the two fell in love at first sight - even though Percy could never believe that himself. It's the classic story, dad knocks up mom, dad leaves mom because he's the leader of some kind of mafia, and mom raises son on her own with a stupid stepfather who smells like piss. Percy was born with the knowledge that his real father has smiled at him, but without the knowledge of his father's criminal roots. His mother has kept this secret from him, and Percy is none the wiser.

Percy grew up like every other kid, save for the fact that he's gone to different schools for every year of his schooling process. This is because he mostly gets in trouble, or does something horrible that's against the code of conduct. His mother, however, seems not to mind at all, and accepts him either way. The best thing in Percy's life is seeing her smile, because when he does, all his problems melt away, even though it's temporary, like his dyslexia, or his ADHD. He's had these problems for as long as he can remember, and although it makes life harder, he's learned to deal with it - even though it gives him tons and tons of dizzy spells. Letters swim across his eyes at a fairly normal basis, and it's sad to say that Percy's used to that. He is.

Percy developed some kind of man-crush on the actor Christian Bale after watching his portrayal of Batman in the movie Batman Begins, and had actually practiced kissing on a poster he had of him - and once his mother caught him doing this, she knew that something good had gone her way. Sally doesn't mind at all that her son has some kind of bisexual tendency, in fact, she's thrilled, because it's given her a chance to be able to send him to a school meant for kids like that. Although Percy doesn't like it very much, considering the fact that a) he's moved schools constantly; b) he'll probably be made fun of and c) he doesn't want to unlock the dark spots in his sexuality, he's learned to deal with it.

Percy's been at La Campana for a week or two, and he's already spilled water on someone's lap, burned something in the Science lab, gotten a million detentions, and named the primary reason a food fight had occurred in the cafeteria. His grades have been improving, sure, from a C- to a flat C, but considering all the trouble he's causing, life probably isn't going to get any better.

It isn't.

The mafia know that Poseidon has another son.

So Percy's dad, Poseidon, has a wife. Her name is Amphitrite, and Percy doesn't even know she exists. Said wife loves her husband very dearly, so when she found out of his affair with another woman, she's pulled a few strings for her beloved's men to get both mother and son. Sally had learned of this from one of the men who was loyal to Poseidon, and it's because of this that she sent Percy off to La Campana, for him to be 'safe', or at least as 'safe' as he can be. You can't be safe, after all, if your dad's the leader of an underground mafia that's been around since the beginning of time, and said mafia people are out to get you for God Knows What. Percy's still completely oblivious to this, though, and is basically living his life as normally as he can over in this boarding school located in Spain.

Like that's going to work.

But he can always pretend.

Roleplaying Sample:

"Aw, man."

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He kicked his dormitory room open, backpack strap hanging haphazardly over his shoulder, and gave off a big sigh. The school day wasn't great at all, to be honest, because he got, yet again, another detention from his Math teacher. Percy didn't even understand the complex workings of a teacher and why they had this inane ability to find flaws in him, and use said flaws to their advantage to haul his ass to detention. Percy didn't like it, not one bit, but he wasn't one for complete negativity, and naturally tried to smile when he got his wonderful judgment. Unfair judgment, so to say, but judgment nonetheless.

The young lad threw the backpack onto the bed in his room, biting on his lower lip, resisting the urge to scream because ohgodlifeissofrustrating, and flopping right next to the bag. It wasn't surprising to see the papers falling out and beginning to scatter on the floor, because Percy didn't - doesn't and never will - hold his schoolwork in high regard. He placed his hand over his eyes, trying to block out the last inches of light filtering through his windows, and waited for the day to end. The next one won't be any better, though. Or the next. Or the one after that. And the one after that, and the one after that. Life just wasn't all Percy wanted it to be - but he supposed that he should get used to it. Evolve or perish, bullshit like that.

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It wasn't as if anyone could hear him, but Percy had this feeling that voicing his thoughts out loud made him feel kind of better. It was a stupid thing to believe, yeah, but at least it reassured him, and kept him going like the little blue engine that could.

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