Post by jenks on Jan 24, 2011 16:33:49 GMT -5
[/font]MOSSCOREYGREEN!?
[/center]Hey! I go by Moss. I am EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD and I'm loving it. I have been roleplaying for FOUR and I don't plan on stopping any time soon. I have NONE on this site and I think they're pretty amazing! If you want to contact me you can by MSN - prettylittlepumpkin@hotmail.co.ukt.
Name: Moss Corey Green
Nickname: Mossy.
Age: Sixteen Years Old.
Gender: Male.
Sexuality: Heterosexual.
Member Group: Demi-God, Sophmore, Son of Hephaestus.
Appearance:
Tall and muscular he appears to be at least two years older than he actually is at times. His face is rugged but not chiselled yet leaving him with a cheeky smile and high cheek-bones. His hands are quite large which amazes those who have seen some of the more delicate of his creations. His hair is kept short and is a hazel-brown in color, his eyes a slightly darker chocolate brown and softly slanted. His clothing is consists of anything he finds on the dorm floor - his favourite attire is anything with jeans. Jeans are amazing.
Personality:
Unlike his father, Moss is a rather sociable mortal. He would rather spend his time chatting about his latest invention than being stuck in a room on his own making them… which makes him rather lazy but when complete his work shows good results. He is very much a team player and insists that his creations have at least a little relevance to the person or people that they were made for. Even if I describe him as ‘sociable’ I must state that the ones he is sociable with have to accept his awkward habits (such as his less -thank tactful way of approaching things) and head-on approach. He is not a great thinker on a whole and is the first to charge into things head-on which is usually a characteristic associated with the Ares children though he does not have their bloodlust. He cannot see the full picture most of the time and mainly focuses at the task at hand as in if asked, he will make a sword which is light and suited to the Hermes children with no questions asked but will feel angry when they use it to slice open the locks to the girls dormitories!
It seems almost like he always has a serious work face on when walking but that can mean anything from thinking about building a helmet that can imitate the Aphrodite brood’s lovely glow to thinking about what sort of sandwich he might have for lunch that day. He makes a good listener and will work happily while you chat away while occasionally asking light-hearted questions. With the ladies this little bond can sometimes be his downfall… as they always view him as their little or older brother and not as a romantic interest. This leaves him with a little frustration when speaking to the opposite sex and making him seem a little bit too passionate talking about hair straightness. Sarcasm dazzles him - people do it all the time but he does not see why people can’t just tell it to you straight and not beat about the bush. It’s not very often that the aggressive side of Moss rears its head but when it does… well, actually you probably won’t know until a fist comes out of nowhere.
Likes:
- Kittens.
- Candles.
- Working.
- Getting Dirty.
- The smell of white spirits.
Dislikes:
- Swimming.
- Heights.
- Obnoxious Kids.
- Rats.
- Folk Music.
Mother: Mary-Joanne Green
Father: Hephaestus
Siblings: Daisy, 4, Unemployed
Pets: N/A
History:
Moss was born of a young Scots woman and the great God Hephaestus. It started when Moss’s Grandfather boasted of his skills as a blacksmith to anyone who would listen and curious to the mortal’s ‘ability’ Hephaestus decided it was time to check it out himself. Upon entering, he was not impressed by the items at all and prepared to scold the old man for his obnoxious behaviour - before he noticed his lovely daughter. He came to an agreement with the old man that he would court the young lady and in return would bless the blacksmith with great fortune in his trade. As the weeks passed, the young lady in question was pestered by the God and was given gifts no other mortal would dream of. She rejected them politely and turned the God on his way. Used to being rejected, Hapheastus persevered until he gave the maiden her final gift - a little bronze kitten. Overwhelmed, she fell in love with this creation and wondered why a great lumbering pair of hands could create something so delicate. She asked if she could learn for him and knowing that if she learned too much then the power would consume her. Yet a fool to a pretty face he agreed and taught her how to make little bronze animals though none of them could move.
Eventually she fell pregnant with Moss and it was time for the God to return to his duties. He had not yet taught her how to bring life to the animals as he was more concerned that she bring life to her child. So she did and with Moss being born she almost forgot about the animals. When Moss turned seven she re-discovered the little statues and showed them to him, promising that one day they would complete them together. From this early age the passion for mechanics blossomed and soon enough he had the animals walking and ‘speaking’. His mother was very proud of him and encouraged him to work with them. Every spare moment was eaten away by something or another until his mother grew bored of his constant ‘projects’ and left him to it. During this time she married another and her love of anything metal dwindled until she was barely tolerant of his hobby. Fearing that her new husband would find out she tried to discard all traces of his father’s existence - including the kitten. At ten years old he was no longer allowed to bring anything he made into his home.
He found his salvation in the junkyard where the old keeper let him play and build things. To pay for scraps he would repair local cars and sell his little experiments until the scrap-manager told him it was bad for him to come that way as things were starting to act funny. Puzzled, he returned to bundle some junk away to his new ‘den’ but before he could leave he was confronted by his first monster. It wasn’t anything especially big yet it terrified him. He couldn’t run fast enough to get away but thankfully a nearby car on the heap decided at that moment to come alive and land on top of it. Just then the old keeper ran up to him and made sure he was okay… he was fine except he never noticed before that the old keeper’s legs were covered in a thick layer of wool and his feet were cloven.
Now that the gig was up, his mother confessed of his origins and asked him to keep things as normal as possible. As he grew older the monsters became more frequent until at last he decided it was too dangerous for his mother and baby sister to be living with him. The old keeper kept watch over him for a short while until he had to admit defeat and take him to somewhere more suitable - The Half-Blood Academy. So, off on a plane to another country he was enrolled in the school and that is where he is today. He still visits his mother every summer but other than that he is a permanent resident.
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Roleplay Post
The Queens skin was fiendishly soft against her warm hands. As always her skin was flawless, her muscles curved and relaxed like an Egyptian cat Queens and the bare of her back was as frighteningly beautiful as her front was (though truthfully she appreciated that part much more than this). Sophie-Anne was wearing that lovely bathing suit Hadley had bought her the other week much to her pleasure, she hoped she would like it and not just wear it because it was ‘polite’. Oh yeah, like the Queen would put herself out of fashion for the sake of a mortals feelings… man would that piss the rest of her pets off! She allowed herself a smug grin as she pulled the straps further down, allowing the other hand to playfully tug at the belt. She was quite frivolous and ditsy by nature however as few knew her life had not all been roses and daisies. She pressed delicately inwards, working her way through her knot-free skin enjoying the little solitude they had without a feeding frenzy when Gregory made his appearance. The young blonde frowned and intentionally batted away the hair from her shoulder revealing quickly healing marks on her neck - hopefully with that simple gesture she would be able to tell him the Queen was wanting her in ‘that way’ soon enough. Not a lie, but not exactly the truth either. Since ingesting Sophie-Anne’s blood her healing ability had increased dramatically as well as her ‘performance’ ability. No wonder they got ‘dem damn drainers out there.
The Queen left shortly after with a remorseful pout which she returned and humped herself down on the chair in play-sulk. Somehow the place seemed a lot less fun than it had a few minutes ago and she was still feeling horny. Suddenly aware that half the building could probably smell her in this mood and state of undress she stood up and fumbled for her dressing gown which was laying discarded some ten feet away. Today she had settled on a yellow halter-neck bikini top and faded blue daisy-dukes. A perfect little ray of sunshine she was and today of all days she was positively glowing. Guessing it was probably just some of the humans from that weird undead-hating church thingy she decided to follow - slipping on a pair of cute yellow kitten heels she’d hauled out her personal stash of footwear this morning. Usually, if any of the church came to challenge her she would greet them in the Throne room like a civilized monarch with tea and polite conversation so that was the first place she ventured to and luck was on her side when she hear movement and voices. Weird, that voice really sounded quite domineering but at the same time very enticing and it wasn’t the Vampire Monarch. She stuck her head in and offered an award-winning smile to the room… just in time to hear the Queens last sentence. Nervously she fiddled with her ponytail thinking of something to say that didn’t sound stupid.
“Er, you left your jacket in the pool room I just thought if you were goin’ out you might… need it.” Realizing she was empty-handed she blushed and turned heel. “I’ll go get it if you like, just give me a call. I’ll be… Pool. Yes.” She took a full three steps before something unknown compelled her to turn back. It wasn’t nearly as compelling as Sophie’s beckoning yet it held a certain magical appeal over her mind, whispering to her to give in. She could feel her eyes glazing as she took a slow turn and stepped back into the room. From the corner of her eye she could see the Guards questioning expression but it did not compute with the trance mortal. Under her skin she could feel the warm prickling - a bit like what being out in the sun felt but a little hotter… almost to the point of burning. Her sight returned to those lovely hazel browns immediately she rubbed at her arm, trying to kill the heat. The creature that was drawing in sat before her looking like the very muse for dark beauty. The woman’s eyes held no love for her, if anything they emitted disgust and resentment. She stole a glance in Sophie’s direction before everything turned strange…
