Post by hera on Aug 2, 2009 19:21:18 GMT -5
Herakles Karpossi
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&&--You, who shall pull the strings
[/size][/center]Name: Connor Reilly
Age: OLD
Roleplaying Experience: 3+
How you found the site: Leslie linked me
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[/size][/center]Name: Herakles (Hair-uh-kleez) Karpossi
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye Color: Olive Green
Skin Tone: Tan
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 137
Wealth: Well-off
Sexual Orientation: Gay
Why they are in La Campana: Teaching opportunity[/size]
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&&--What makes the clock tick
[/size][/center]Likes: Reading, philosophy, thought provoking conversations, outdoors, cats, history, the past, knowledge, wine, swimming, fine foods, calm situations, nudity, sleep.
Dislikes: Turkey, explosions, being woken up, stubbornness, being rushed, cold climates, American food, fighting (one exception), liars.
Turn Ons: easy going personality, soft hands, poetry, short height, being complimented
Turn Offs: short hair, piercings, inferior/superior relationship, kinky tastes
Nervous Habits: inconsistent eye contact, licking bottom lip
Fears: Domination, small spaces, dogs
Goals/Aspirations: To write a book on modern philosophy, return to his homeland a wealthy man, to find the true meaning to life
Appearance: Most would consider Herakles as tall, dark and handsome. His smooth tanned skin and voluptuous lips are a force to be reckoned with. Herakles eyes show his emotions easily, although they rarely vary. The deep shades of olive and gold compliment his bistre shaded locks. His facial structure is classically set with a strong jaw line and high cheekbones. Since Herakles used to travel frequently, his body is toned and fit. Even though he is handsome, Herakles is humble. His choice in clothing shows that he doesn't really care about physical attributes. Herakles usually sports a plain white t-shirt that's not as tight as most would want, and tan pants. He wears boots on occasion, with the strings loosely tied about the ankles. Otherwise he sports a pair of high top converse. On colder days he wears a simple beret and light brown jacket with his everyday togs. When he teaches classes he puts on a simple white button up long sleeved shirt and maroon colored tie. Casual is what Herakles does, and he does it well.
Personality: Herakles is a very "inside his head" type of guy. He has a serious nature and is contently lost in thought. Most people think he is just spacing out or not paying attention when he is really dwelling on some sort of philosophy or the situation around him. Herakles likes to help others when asked and is always willing to lend a hand. He is friendly in nature but found to be a little distant due to his lack of conversational need. He is willing to speak aloud if the subject is a good one, but often finds that people talk only about incredibly superficial topics. As a way to relate to said people, he pulls the flirtatious card, but only when he really desires any sort of company.
Herakles secretly loves feeling needed, so whenever he is in a relationship, he often assumes the part of the protector/guardian. Not to be misinterpreted as the dominate or overbearing type, he just loves giving hugs rather than receiving them.[/font]
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[/size][/center]Father: Unknown
Mother: Athena Karpossi
Sibling/s: N/A
Other important relatives: N/A
Pets: A gray cat that he only ever calls kitty, presumed homeless, he feeds it frequently and tries to befriend it.
History: Living as an only child with his mother, Herakles found solace in his own mind. He often would ponder how the world went round and why society acted as it did. One's mind can only wander so far, though. Herakles became incredibly lonely in the budding of his teenage years. His mother recognized this and gave him a pet to keep him company; a cat named Zeus. Herakles found he related to cat's much better than some humans; they both stressed individuality, kept to themselves and were quiet. As he grew, his loneliness left and his love for his cat grew. Some years passed and Herakles began to grow into a fine young man, his cat Zeus ran away so he decided to follow suit.
After backpacking through his homeland for three years, Herakles returned to the city of Athens only to find his sense of contentment not quite fulfilled yet. He tried to find his life calling through odd ended jobs but never quite filled that empty space. As he skimmed through job opportunities, he found an add for La Campana and decided that this would be the next chapter to his life.
Roleplaying Sample: Herakles sat by himself on the stairwell. It was late and dark but he was determined tonight. The little gray cat that he was trying to befriend walked lazily toward him, expecting food or water of sorts. He predictably pulled a little baggy full of chopped up chicken pieces out of his pants pocket and fished a chunk out. While holding the chicken between his forefinger and thumb, Herakles softly whispered to the cat, making small kissing noises and tried to beckon it toward him. It mewled and licked tenderly at the meat, then sat cautiously next to him. He smiled to himself and fetched a few more pieces, setting them in front of the cat. It's green eyes glanced up at him before it began to eat. Herakles slowly began to pet the cat. It continued eating as he scratched behind it's ears. A car passed by, it's bright lights blinding him for a moment. He raised his free hand to his eyes, shading them. As the car passed on he lowered his hand and looked down at the cat. It was gone, along with the remaining pieces of chicken he had left for it.
"...damn."
Herakles stood and smoothed his pants out. He turned toward his apartment door and sighed, a small sense of disappointment filling his head. As he walked up the few remaining steps he heard a faint rustling. He turned quickly and saw the cat at the base of the stairs behind a raggled bush. Herakles bent to his knees and began to try and coax it back to him once more. It meowed quietly then turned the other way, it's tail slipping behind the bush and into the warm night air.