Name: Jack Panpukin
Gender: Male
Mortal Parent: Mary Panpukin
God Parent: Hephaestus
Date of Birth: October 13
Place of Birth: Hampton, Virginia
Hometown/Last Residence: Houston, Texas
Race/ethnicity: Caucasian/Japanese
Accent: American (Northern)
Skin Tone: Light, the complexion matches that of vanilla icecream with a few drops of yellow food dye to make an extremely light shade of
Eye Color: Amber
Hair Color: Black
Hair Length: Medium
Height: 5' 10"
Weight: 176 lbs.
Body Type: Slim
Appearance: Jack is a pretty skinny kid. His eyes are quite bright compared to his darker hair color which he likes to style with no more than three spikes covering his left eye, when asked why he always replies with "It just feels right you know? Like when choosing which knife I should gut "you" with if you don't go away.". He often wears a black shirt with many different designs along with many different cargo pants and always wearing a light hoodie. his shoes are black converses usually. he also wears shades of purple instead of black on some days when he feels less angry and on even rarer days he wears orange when he's genuinely happy.
Weapon: Jack's weapon is mainly a small knife, it's celestial bronze and of Japanese design. If he had a secondary it would be a small "key" that resembles a virus cell, but this device has a twelve post cooling time. This key was crafted by Jack and was designed to have the ability to reprogram specific devices, never given proper trial and error he finds it design to at "most" hack into navigational tools of metal air and sea crafts. He found this out during a plane ride where he touched this device to a commercial airplane during his escape. Other known reprogrammings included security systems (rarely ever works out for him), vending machines and cars. Though for some reason it also doesn't work when he needs it most. kinda like 20% chance of it not working.
Armor: None, he feels it'll slow him down though for capture the flag and in battles he's known to wear celestial bronze wrist and shin guards.
Pet(s): a snapping turtle he named Duchess after a character on the show "Foster's home for imaginary friends"
Skills/Talents: A good mechanic and a talented tinkerer like his siblings. His own personal "perk" is that he is great with picking locks
Flaws: bad temper is his main flaw, it makes it hard for him to make a friend since he finds how much people make him angry. He's quite stubborn and hates being a team player. He's scared easily which causes him to dislike whoever frightened him. he's a bit twitchy, due to previously said paranoia and may attack what ever scared him. A small to see but vast flaw is his Bipolar mind. He'll be friendly one day but very dangerous the next. He's a poor fighter causing his to resort to cheap tricks which is why he prefers his gadgets. his next flaws are kinda genetic, he has dormant asthma, though hard to flare up it will be a while before he can do things after he has an asthma attack. He is also near sighted which forces him to wear glasses constantly. Finally his "curse" of being clumsy is always an annoyance to him
Strengths: he can pick locks with general ease and works greatly with machines. He's loyal to his friends and will do all he can to stop someone from crying
Weaknesses: he's an eternal flame, something he likes to use as explanation when someone asks something along the lines of "Why are you so angry all the time?". There's not much to say other than the fact that he might cut you... for something.
Likes: Apples, berries, tinkering, the night, and lemonade with pulp
Dislikes: people usually but has a specific hatred for snow and Chimeras
Fears: The one thing that scares him is the ocean. He's terrified of drowning at sea somehow.
Personality: Jack is a fiery little devil, as his teachers spitefully called him. With an inborn hatred for most things he generally chooses to seclude himself and trusts no one. Though given the rare chance he'll be like a loyal war dog that'll follow you into any battle without question. He often surprises people by being quite kind but also highly explosive. He's very touchy when it comes to talking about his past or anything about him. He's known to wear emotional masks that hide his thoughts from anyone and will often storm off when asked anything too personal. On happier days he's been known to sing happy upbeat songs and try to help others. He's a bit talented and is very shy about showing it but on those rare happy days he'll perform his talents for a few drachmas.
Abilities: he can feel specific emotions through a computer. Jack could never explain it but when asked to he'll describe it as reading a script, using gut feeling to determine the emotion for the role. The better he knows the person the more he;s able to feel the emotion. Jack has also developed a strange adaptation of "sensing" Specific metals like a metal detector that he has tasted. If the metal has touched his tongue one day he can find a deposit of said metal somewhere else the next day.
Powers: Jack has been known to "see" or at least sense the environment of specific devices. For instant if there was a metal robotic creature he could "see" through its eyes so long as it stays within ten yards. A downfall to this is that he cannot move while doing so and cannot ear from within his body so he's be vulnerable to attacks. Though the activation is about one post the cool down on this is pretty short, just three to four posts.
.Jack's last resort is an automatic shut down of a machine for about 4 posts before it reboots. this secondary ability has a wait period of a topic. The largest machine he ever tried this on happened to be a 3,500 lb. bus. Overriding this ability can be done with a strong electrical current should it ever happen. much like a defibrillator jump starting a heart.
Social Status: A loner by far.
Summer or Year Rounder: Year Rounder
Years at Camp: This'll be his third year at camp
Life Before Camp: Jack's life was full of strife and it only got worse after his mother was killed in a car crash when he was eight years old. When his mother die he grew angrier and more volatile. He was given up by his step father to the state and was sent to the "House of St. Mary's Angels" where he was known as a devil child and was always punished. when the orphanage burned down he was quite alone and about a month later small black dogs kept chasing him. They reeked of brimstone and always seemed to know where he was. Then there were the larger one that actually caught on fire, slamming through walls to get him he had trouble sleeping as they seemed to always be in his dreams and infact, it was only the day when Jack got some rest from these dreaded beasts. He had fled all over the southern states for about half a year until he was led by a satyr, who had an afro, large horns and was named Sean, to the field of strawberries that belonged to Camp Half-blood. Sean found Jack when he was thirteen years old. He found him being chased by Various sizes of hell hounds in Wyoming. Sean explained that he was from a camp that would keep him safe as long as he followed the rules. Jack never had time to question it but didn't care as long as he didn't have fire smelling canines following him constantly. During the trip it was explained that he was a Greek demigod and that his mother knew about it. Sean then gave him the knife as a last request from Mary. The knife was a family heirloom that Jack remembered fondly, as it always had it's place on the living room mantle. It was finally Sean who told of it's true origin as a weapon made from celestial bronze and was created by a japanese blacksmith who found the rare ore. Ever since he recieve this small blade, Jack has kept it by his side ever since
Role-playing Example: Jack looked up at the sky, a grey canvas that stretched on into the heavens. He yawned quietly and continue looking. It was Thursday, October twelfth and tomorrow was his birthday. He wondered if anyone would care enough to say happy birthday or just shirk past him as usual. He shrugged before getting up from the grass near the camp fire that was centered in the middle of all the great cabins that held the circles that each god controlled. He walked over to his cabin, a massive half forge that he called home.
Notes: This kind of roleplay is new to me, I'm always open to new suggestions
Gender: Male
Mortal Parent: Mary Panpukin
God Parent: Hephaestus
Date of Birth: October 13
Place of Birth: Hampton, Virginia
Hometown/Last Residence: Houston, Texas
Race/ethnicity: Caucasian/Japanese
Accent: American (Northern)
Skin Tone: Light, the complexion matches that of vanilla icecream with a few drops of yellow food dye to make an extremely light shade of
Eye Color: Amber
Hair Color: Black
Hair Length: Medium
Height: 5' 10"
Weight: 176 lbs.
Body Type: Slim
Appearance: Jack is a pretty skinny kid. His eyes are quite bright compared to his darker hair color which he likes to style with no more than three spikes covering his left eye, when asked why he always replies with "It just feels right you know? Like when choosing which knife I should gut "you" with if you don't go away.". He often wears a black shirt with many different designs along with many different cargo pants and always wearing a light hoodie. his shoes are black converses usually. he also wears shades of purple instead of black on some days when he feels less angry and on even rarer days he wears orange when he's genuinely happy.
Weapon: Jack's weapon is mainly a small knife, it's celestial bronze and of Japanese design. If he had a secondary it would be a small "key" that resembles a virus cell, but this device has a twelve post cooling time. This key was crafted by Jack and was designed to have the ability to reprogram specific devices, never given proper trial and error he finds it design to at "most" hack into navigational tools of metal air and sea crafts. He found this out during a plane ride where he touched this device to a commercial airplane during his escape. Other known reprogrammings included security systems (rarely ever works out for him), vending machines and cars. Though for some reason it also doesn't work when he needs it most. kinda like 20% chance of it not working.
Armor: None, he feels it'll slow him down though for capture the flag and in battles he's known to wear celestial bronze wrist and shin guards.
Pet(s): a snapping turtle he named Duchess after a character on the show "Foster's home for imaginary friends"
Skills/Talents: A good mechanic and a talented tinkerer like his siblings. His own personal "perk" is that he is great with picking locks
Flaws: bad temper is his main flaw, it makes it hard for him to make a friend since he finds how much people make him angry. He's quite stubborn and hates being a team player. He's scared easily which causes him to dislike whoever frightened him. he's a bit twitchy, due to previously said paranoia and may attack what ever scared him. A small to see but vast flaw is his Bipolar mind. He'll be friendly one day but very dangerous the next. He's a poor fighter causing his to resort to cheap tricks which is why he prefers his gadgets. his next flaws are kinda genetic, he has dormant asthma, though hard to flare up it will be a while before he can do things after he has an asthma attack. He is also near sighted which forces him to wear glasses constantly. Finally his "curse" of being clumsy is always an annoyance to him
Strengths: he can pick locks with general ease and works greatly with machines. He's loyal to his friends and will do all he can to stop someone from crying
Weaknesses: he's an eternal flame, something he likes to use as explanation when someone asks something along the lines of "Why are you so angry all the time?". There's not much to say other than the fact that he might cut you... for something.
Likes: Apples, berries, tinkering, the night, and lemonade with pulp
Dislikes: people usually but has a specific hatred for snow and Chimeras
Fears: The one thing that scares him is the ocean. He's terrified of drowning at sea somehow.
Personality: Jack is a fiery little devil, as his teachers spitefully called him. With an inborn hatred for most things he generally chooses to seclude himself and trusts no one. Though given the rare chance he'll be like a loyal war dog that'll follow you into any battle without question. He often surprises people by being quite kind but also highly explosive. He's very touchy when it comes to talking about his past or anything about him. He's known to wear emotional masks that hide his thoughts from anyone and will often storm off when asked anything too personal. On happier days he's been known to sing happy upbeat songs and try to help others. He's a bit talented and is very shy about showing it but on those rare happy days he'll perform his talents for a few drachmas.
Abilities: he can feel specific emotions through a computer. Jack could never explain it but when asked to he'll describe it as reading a script, using gut feeling to determine the emotion for the role. The better he knows the person the more he;s able to feel the emotion. Jack has also developed a strange adaptation of "sensing" Specific metals like a metal detector that he has tasted. If the metal has touched his tongue one day he can find a deposit of said metal somewhere else the next day.
Powers: Jack has been known to "see" or at least sense the environment of specific devices. For instant if there was a metal robotic creature he could "see" through its eyes so long as it stays within ten yards. A downfall to this is that he cannot move while doing so and cannot ear from within his body so he's be vulnerable to attacks. Though the activation is about one post the cool down on this is pretty short, just three to four posts.
.Jack's last resort is an automatic shut down of a machine for about 4 posts before it reboots. this secondary ability has a wait period of a topic. The largest machine he ever tried this on happened to be a 3,500 lb. bus. Overriding this ability can be done with a strong electrical current should it ever happen. much like a defibrillator jump starting a heart.
Social Status: A loner by far.
Summer or Year Rounder: Year Rounder
Years at Camp: This'll be his third year at camp
Life Before Camp: Jack's life was full of strife and it only got worse after his mother was killed in a car crash when he was eight years old. When his mother die he grew angrier and more volatile. He was given up by his step father to the state and was sent to the "House of St. Mary's Angels" where he was known as a devil child and was always punished. when the orphanage burned down he was quite alone and about a month later small black dogs kept chasing him. They reeked of brimstone and always seemed to know where he was. Then there were the larger one that actually caught on fire, slamming through walls to get him he had trouble sleeping as they seemed to always be in his dreams and infact, it was only the day when Jack got some rest from these dreaded beasts. He had fled all over the southern states for about half a year until he was led by a satyr, who had an afro, large horns and was named Sean, to the field of strawberries that belonged to Camp Half-blood. Sean found Jack when he was thirteen years old. He found him being chased by Various sizes of hell hounds in Wyoming. Sean explained that he was from a camp that would keep him safe as long as he followed the rules. Jack never had time to question it but didn't care as long as he didn't have fire smelling canines following him constantly. During the trip it was explained that he was a Greek demigod and that his mother knew about it. Sean then gave him the knife as a last request from Mary. The knife was a family heirloom that Jack remembered fondly, as it always had it's place on the living room mantle. It was finally Sean who told of it's true origin as a weapon made from celestial bronze and was created by a japanese blacksmith who found the rare ore. Ever since he recieve this small blade, Jack has kept it by his side ever since
Role-playing Example: Jack looked up at the sky, a grey canvas that stretched on into the heavens. He yawned quietly and continue looking. It was Thursday, October twelfth and tomorrow was his birthday. He wondered if anyone would care enough to say happy birthday or just shirk past him as usual. He shrugged before getting up from the grass near the camp fire that was centered in the middle of all the great cabins that held the circles that each god controlled. He walked over to his cabin, a massive half forge that he called home.
Notes: This kind of roleplay is new to me, I'm always open to new suggestions
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