Post by Heracles Karpusi on Jun 15, 2011 19:12:29 GMT -5
[/u][/size]His little whispers. Love me. Love me. That’s all I ask for. Love me. Love me.
►►Character Name
Nation ► Greece | Hellenic Republic
Human Name ► Heracles Karpusi
Age ► 27
Gender ► Male
Species ► Pegasus
Description ►
Heracles true form is the winged horse of the Greeks. He is tall but lean and small-boned—ideal for flying. He is a honey color with a wing span of about twelve feet. His eyes are the same whether he is a pegasus or acting as a human. They are a hauntingly pale green, similar to sea foam. His mane is always wild and tangled, no doubt a result of his feral nature when he roams freely in the mountains and forests.
His human form is nearly as dangerous as his true form simply because of how unusual he appears. His hair is shaggy and unkempt. His skin is neither pale nor dark, but it has the golden hue of someone who spends time in the sun. His muscles are hard but also wiry. He is thin and of average height with stoic facial features.
He battered his tiny fist to feel something. Wondered what it’s like to touch and feel something.
Likes ►
• Cats
• Children
• Sunny days
• Fruit breads
• Lazy mornings
Dislikes ►
• Deep water
• Overly loud people
• Cities
• Smoke
• Cameras
Strengths ►
• Observant: He is good at reading people and is always careful to approach people unless he deems them safe.
• Sympathetic: He connects with people easily, understanding their problems. His calm demeanor is attractive, and he is always willing to listen.
• Tending wounds: This is a skill he picked up for the sake of survival. Over time, he became very quick with cleaning and dressing cuts as well as treating bites.
• Persistence: He's hardly aggressive when he wishes to accomplish something. Rather, his strength lies in his steadiness. Once his mind is made up, he will work at a goal incessantly to get it done.
Weaknesses ►
• Temper: When angered, he becomes very unreasonable and is hard to negotiate with. Luckily, it takes much to anger him this strongly.
• Paranoia: For the most part, Heracles can keep calm in a situation, but when he starts to over-think, he starts to panic and becomes very paranoid of any creatures or people around him. This is a problem especially when he is in densely populated areas.
• Memory: He is terrible at remembering names and places. He remembers things when they are associated with his senses, but he cannot vividly recall things.
• Laziness: There are many days when Heracles would prefer to find a comfortable place in the forest and sleep. Despite his determination once he has created a goal for himself, the actual motivation is harder to come by.
Dreams ►
• Meeting his father:The lack of a father in his life has left him curious as to who the man is—and more importantly, if he is still alive.
• Acceptance: He longs for a day when he would no longer have to hide his identity and could fly freely, but even he is doubtful. If such a desire could be fulfilled without any other creatures being freed, Heracles would still take it.
• Traveling: He has never ventured farther than Europe, but the Far East has always fascinated him. But without the money for traveling expenses or the ability to fly there himself, this has remained a dream and only that.
• Painting a masterpiece: Painting has been a hobby of his from a very young age, and he enjoys fantasizing about the fame and fortune that could potentially come with being a professional artist.
Fears ►
• Water: He has an irrational fear of water ever since he nearly drowned when he was escaping the men of his village.
• Living forever: Immortality unnerves him, and though he can't even grasp the idea of living forever, he knows of the longevity of his kind and dreads his future.
• Photographs: He was raised without much technology, so when he was first introduced to cameras, television, and pictures, he hated them. It terrifies him—someone who tries to lead an extremely private life—that he could be captured by such a record. If anyone tries to take a picture of him, he will do all he can to destroy it.
• Falling in love: Though he sympathizes with other people and likes helping others, he fears becoming attached lest they betray him, hurt him, or get hurt themselves.
Personality ►
Heracles gives the impression that he's older than he truly is. Despite being a creature of ancient Greek mythology, he is rather young. Between his slow words and sleepy mannerisms, he appears lackadaisical. However, he is surprisingly observant and thoughtful. He merely keeps most of his thoughts to himself. He does not enjoy debating, and while he appreciates the occasional discussion on politics and philosophy, he does not indulge in these often. He prefers to be viewed as simple-minded. He finds life more enjoyable that way.
He can come across as aloof, but in his heart of hearts, he does mean well. He is cautious and intuitive, preferring to assess the situation before making a decision. He does not initially trust people because he has met too many manipulative people who would willingly twist lies to meet their agenda. Heracles simply adapted to those type of people.
He does find pleasure in simple things—the noises of the ocean, the company of cats, the feel of the wind, and the taste of good food. He is far from high maintenance and can typically find something optimistic about whatever situation he is in. He is very slow to anger, but when he does lose his temper, he becomes very sulky and aggressive. When people annoy him too much, he'll withdraw himself and spend days on end by himself. Though he normally tries to restrain himself from making rash decisions through anger, it may take him weeks to become calm about something again.
Lastly, he can be quite lazy. He can put off chores and duties for weeks sometimes. Given the choice of going on an adventure or spending the day comfortably at home, he'd rather stay home with his cats and sleep. In a way, this has given him an air of irresponsibility which—whether he admits it or not—is very present in his character. Additionally, this laziness of his can overlap into his relationships. People for whom he showed an intent interest one day may be the last thing on his mind the next day simply because he does not wish to continuously dwell on the same thoughts.
History ►
Heracles was born in the outskirts of a small fishing village. He remembers little of his childhood there. He never knew his father, and his mother did all she could to keep her true form a secret so that she and her child could live their lives in peace. But fate was not kind, and when those fearful of the unusual and extraordinary discovered that Heracles and his mother were far from ordinary, they panicked and tried to remove such pagan filth from their society. Never before had Heracles used his wings, and as he struggled to fly away, he could only watch as his mother was shot down and killed. He, too, had been hit by the bullets, but he fell into a river and was able to stay submerged until his hunters had moved on.
Terror had never had such meaning in his life until that point. The young pegasus remained in his true form as the bullet wounds on his shoulders slowly healed. He moved deeper and deeper into the surrounding woodland, finding refuge in rugged and unpopulated terrain. Though the passing of his mother hurt Heracles in a way that flesh wounds never could, he was grateful for his own life, thanking any god that would look after a creature such as him.
Once he had regained his strength, he flew as far from his home as he could. Slowly, he tried to integrate himself into society once more, wearing the guise of a human face. He could finally see the world with his own eyes, and he could then understand why his mother had tried to shelter him. Other creatures—those like him—were hunted like animals and sold like slaves. Not only did he grieve his mother, Heracles grieved his very existence as he once again distanced himself from humans, living in the fringe of society.
Monster, how should I feel? Creatures lie here, looking through the window…
Roleplay Sample ►
This was taken from my app for Castle in the Sky.
Heracles flipped the CD over and over repeatedly in his hand. The small circle merely glimmered in response, giving no hint as to whom it came from or why it had arrived so suddenly in the mail. But being the curious sort, the Greek had asked few questions other than pestering his associates to let him borrow a game platform. Luckily enough, someone had the compatible console, and after several minutes wasted pressing buttons and connecting cords and reconnecting cords, Heracles found himself staring at the flashing colors on the television screen.
Blinking a few times, Heracles scooted farther back from the television, thinking that the small blue dots in his vision were probably a sign that he had been sitting too closely. Though as the title of the game came up, he quickly remembered his interest. The game controller hung limply in his hands, though, as he became entranced with the colors.
He could see a tree, tall and elegant, its colors vibrant as though it were right before him. Perhaps if he reached his hand out, he could...touch....it.
When his fingertips met bark, Heracles jerked his hand back, and in a flash, the world around him shifted without his even noticing. The light was brighter, a sun shining down upon cheerily, and the carpet beneath him had grown tall and was slightly damp with dew. Turning his head to stare at the sudden change of scenery, Heracles stood up. Green eyes blinked sluggishly, slowly registering the fields surrounding the man. Birds were singing, and their song floated about, serenading the still air. The man willed movement to return to his legs, and carefully, he approached the lone tree again.
“This is...a dream?” he murmured to himself, his hand brushing against the rough wood.
He turned around—his back pressed against the tree trunk—and stared at the expanse of green grass. For a dream, he thought, the world about him seemed very vivid. Sliding down into a crouch, he closed his eyes, any idea of what to do fleeing him. Though a quiet mew attracted his attention, and he tilted his head to look around the curve of the tree.
A small kitten—cream-colored with auburn freckles and stripes—rubbed its head against Heracles’s leg. With a fond smile, he scratched the kitten’s head. Perhaps the world was not so dreadful. He stretched his legs out, feeling the kitten crawl into his lap. He leaned his head back against the tree and closed his eyes once more, unconsciously reaching to pet the kitten as paws kneaded into his stomach.
If this is a dream, it will be over when I wake up, he reasoned.
And sleep quietly stole his senses, a cat purring in his lap and the scent of trees brushing against his nose. All of this was simply a dream. It had to be.
Blinking a few times, Heracles scooted farther back from the television, thinking that the small blue dots in his vision were probably a sign that he had been sitting too closely. Though as the title of the game came up, he quickly remembered his interest. The game controller hung limply in his hands, though, as he became entranced with the colors.
He could see a tree, tall and elegant, its colors vibrant as though it were right before him. Perhaps if he reached his hand out, he could...touch....it.
When his fingertips met bark, Heracles jerked his hand back, and in a flash, the world around him shifted without his even noticing. The light was brighter, a sun shining down upon cheerily, and the carpet beneath him had grown tall and was slightly damp with dew. Turning his head to stare at the sudden change of scenery, Heracles stood up. Green eyes blinked sluggishly, slowly registering the fields surrounding the man. Birds were singing, and their song floated about, serenading the still air. The man willed movement to return to his legs, and carefully, he approached the lone tree again.
“This is...a dream?” he murmured to himself, his hand brushing against the rough wood.
He turned around—his back pressed against the tree trunk—and stared at the expanse of green grass. For a dream, he thought, the world about him seemed very vivid. Sliding down into a crouch, he closed his eyes, any idea of what to do fleeing him. Though a quiet mew attracted his attention, and he tilted his head to look around the curve of the tree.
A small kitten—cream-colored with auburn freckles and stripes—rubbed its head against Heracles’s leg. With a fond smile, he scratched the kitten’s head. Perhaps the world was not so dreadful. He stretched his legs out, feeling the kitten crawl into his lap. He leaned his head back against the tree and closed his eyes once more, unconsciously reaching to pet the kitten as paws kneaded into his stomach.
If this is a dream, it will be over when I wake up, he reasoned.
And sleep quietly stole his senses, a cat purring in his lap and the scent of trees brushing against his nose. All of this was simply a dream. It had to be.
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Alias ► Liz
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Favorite Pairings ► I will rp anything with Greece, though I favor Turkey/Greece, Giripan, and Greece/Spain.
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