Post by Logan Matthews on Aug 9, 2011 0:17:13 GMT -5
[/font]LoganRyanMatthews!?
[/center]Hey! I go by Firefly. I amSixteen/color] and I'm loving it. I have been roleplaying for Five years and I don't plan on stopping any time soon. I have noothercharacters on this site and I think they're pretty amazing! If you want to contact me you can by through my sister, Jitterbug. Or PM.
Name: Logan Ryan Matthews
Nickname: none atm
Age: Sixteen
Gender: Male
Sexuality: straight
Playby: Boyd Holbrook
Member Group: Demigod Sophmore
Appearance: Logan is tall, and when I mean tall I mean six foot tall, tall. He is very athletically built and has a well kept tan. He has short shaggy blonde hair that he keeps very unkept. Don't expect to ever see him in a tuxedo, because he is very laid back with his clothing. Shorts and a t-shirt is the most youll see him in.
Personality: Logan is a very sweet kind guy when he wants too. But, can be the D*ck next door the next minute. But, besides how much he despises and how much strength he may posses, he is not one to start or jump into a fight unless needed. He rather sit on the side and eat popcorn. Ocassionally if he thinks a fight is stupid he'll "try" to break it up.
To his friends, or anyone who gives him kindness -- he is loyal and kind. He always looks to the brighter side of people and tries not to look at the bad side. Now the dark, dicky side of Logan. Has no problem with cussing you out and chasing you out of town with a stick. And don't expect patience out of Logan, the most he'll wait for someone is five minutes. Which if your even a minute late he'll snap at you for being late.
Likes: Girls, sun, surfing, sports, cool people
Dislikes: annoying people, whiny people, candy, fluffy pink things, romantic movies.
Mother: Lizbeth, 44, doctor
Father: Apollo, unknown, god of the sun Yo
Henry, 46, Architect
Siblings: name, age, occupation
Pets: if any
History:Like most Demi-Gods, their mortal parent falls in love with a enchanting god, who steals their heart away. Logan's mother was such a mortal. When she met their father, she was in her second year resident at Houston Medical Center.
How she came about to meeting Apollo? He decided to plop his Young and handsome like self down at her table, which got them talking. They soon dated, when they reached almost a year mark. Lizbeth, their mother, found out she was pregnant. And later on they were even more happy to hear they were having a baby boy, but the happiness would only last so long. For both Apollo and Lizbeth knew that soon after their Logan was born. They wouldn't know who their true father was, because he would have to leave.
Then the time came on that one hot afternoon in July, Lizbeth went into labor. Having one, 7 pound 1 ounce boy. Whom they named Logan Ryan. For the first week, Apollo helped Lizbeth get back on her feet. Spending the first and last days with his child. And when he left he smiled before glittering off into the sunlight.
Lizbeth soon moved on to a man named Henry, who soon grew to be Logan's father. And that's how he treated them, like any father would to his own flesh and blood. He always wondered about the father of the children, but never asked. Hoping one day his wife would speak about their father.
When Logan turned 4, He was already very intelligent he started showing very far advanced abilities in the arts playing every instrument he knew of by age eight. Painting almost a exact replica of the Mona Lisa at age 9.
While in school, he was a very hyper child, ADHD was everyone's diagnosis. And his teachers basically had to strap Logan to his chair to keep him from bouncing off the walls. As he grew older he was noticed by his abilities in Art, Literature, music, and theater. His mother and "father" were so proud of him they bragged about the protege son. Even though Lizbeth knew that her little boy wasn't normal like other children and got those abilities from his real father.
She knew that one day she would have to explain everything to her husband and Logan. She just didn't expect it to be so soon. When, Logan was just Fifteen barely old enough to start growing facial hair and being a freshman in high school was tough. Wait until your mother sits you down, you expect a sex talk and told your the son of Apollo the Greek God.
Her mother then decided it was best to send Logan to a school, where other demi-gods were. And that's where hes been for a year. All the while thinking his dad Abandoned him and his mother.
Code Word: -edited out by mod-
Roleplay Post
The Battle had started, Derik had known the day but not exactly the time. And their was no set location. He had been sitting peacefully by the lake. One minute complete and utter peace, the next his mood ring had changed and chaos had broken out around camp. It only took him a minute to grab a bow and arrow from the rebel taken armory and then to smash through alliance warriors. His shirt was blood splattered, his head was ringing. The next part he had to decide was where to go, there was the commotion in the mess hall. Or the volleyball courts. Either way he hoped his sister had found somewhere safe and wasn't somewhere dead in either place.
Derik started towards the volleyball courts, stepping over a body here. A body there. Slicing through a Hermes kid there. And when he arrived he only thought of removing the opposition that was in the way. He raised his bow and strung a arrow to eye level, letting it go and fly into resistance kid. He smirked and counted to himself, "One."
He turned to his next target, stringing another arrow onto the bow, he smiled too himself when he saw that it would be a two in one deal with this shot. A boy and a girl. Before Derik let the arrow fly, he realized who the two people were. His half-brother, and then the one person he wished wasn't here at that moment. His sister. His twin. Derik bit his lip and tilted the bow to make the arrow slightly graze James Pierce's shoulder.
Derik didn't care that some of his family was here. I mean everyone at camp half-blood was in someway family. But, it didn't matter that he was shooting a arrow at his half-brother. He just wanted to make sure he wasn't going to hit his sister. Which when he had the chance was going to give her a piece of his mind about her being on the battle field.
Derik started towards the volleyball courts, stepping over a body here. A body there. Slicing through a Hermes kid there. And when he arrived he only thought of removing the opposition that was in the way. He raised his bow and strung a arrow to eye level, letting it go and fly into resistance kid. He smirked and counted to himself, "One."
He turned to his next target, stringing another arrow onto the bow, he smiled too himself when he saw that it would be a two in one deal with this shot. A boy and a girl. Before Derik let the arrow fly, he realized who the two people were. His half-brother, and then the one person he wished wasn't here at that moment. His sister. His twin. Derik bit his lip and tilted the bow to make the arrow slightly graze James Pierce's shoulder.
Derik didn't care that some of his family was here. I mean everyone at camp half-blood was in someway family. But, it didn't matter that he was shooting a arrow at his half-brother. He just wanted to make sure he wasn't going to hit his sister. Which when he had the chance was going to give her a piece of his mind about her being on the battle field.
