FLESRUOY, Etah

[Etah Flesruoy]

Etah Flesruoy
Try to feel me spiritually, get out your mind literally
There’s a bigger me inside this little me
Screaming out I should make history

I SEE YOUR NAME IN LIGHTS
kid, we'll take the world by storm, it isn't that hard

Name: Etah Flesruoy
Age: 16 Years Old
Species: Half-Blood
Olympian Parent: Aphrodite
Occupation: Aphrodite Head Councilor
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Fatal Flaw: Self-Obsessed

I WISH YOU COULD SEE YOUR FACE
right now, 'cause you're grinning like a fool

Hair: Medium brown hair.
Eyes: Auburn eyes.
Weight: One hundred & thirty six pounds.
Other Characteristics: No other characteristics.
Overall: As a son of Aphrodite, it is no surprise to know that Etah is born with looks as his primary asset. Instead of gaining the blond hair of his mother, he inherited the medium brown hair of his father. It’s height will generally vary from time to time, he might let them grow to a few inches from front to back, or he might keep them cut to an inch or so. He isn’t the most athletic looking half-blood but neither is he unfit or anything of the sort, his body would likely fit in between. That’s not his focal point though, it’s his eye catching smile. A smile so bright, Apollo might have some competition at hand. He doesn’t hide it either, he smiles brightly most of the time and could easily be considered the better looking of his tribe.

SO TELL ME WHAT YOUR BEST FRIEND KNOWS
that i don't know

Personality:

• Outgoing
  
• Easy going
  
• Over-confident
  
• Cautious
  
• Shallow
  
• Selfish
  
• Suck-Up
  
• Opportunistic
  
• Stubborn
  
• Close-Minded

Family: Aphrodite (Mother), Evol Flesruoy
History:
Etah’s father hadn’t seen himself able to care for the young half-blood. An unstable job, and a lack of real money prevented him from being able to keep Etah. Instead he shipped him off to New York City where the young boy lived with his uncle and ant. That didn’t last long however, as he grew up, weird events would begin occuring. The couple simply could not handle the task of taking care of a half-blood and it was clear. When monsters would begin attacking the house, and strangers would randomly come to the child to pinch his cheek or anything odd of that sort, they finally decided they couldn’t handle it and he was sent back to live with his father in an appartment.
Etah managed to bounce back from the movement but gaining a relationship with his father proved to be a bit more difficult than he thought. He had a grudge against his father for abandoning him and that grudge could be seen by his many rebellious acts. Several times he did not come home and once he almost felt the wrath of a bunch of thugs, fortunately for him, his mother came to his aid at the last second. Not directly of course, but a door that had not been at the end of the valley randomly appeared and opening it suddenly brought him to the front door of his appartment.
His father finally broke it to him at twelve years old, he wasn’t a mortal, well not fully at least. His mother was the goddess Aphrodite and as he suspected, it wasn’t save for Etah to remain here with such terrible protection. He was sent happily to Camp Olympus in which Etah bore no regret. Finally he would be able to live a nice life. From then on, the boy became a year rounder, and grew up with the people of Camp Olympus like brothers and sisters. Being one of the oldest of the camp, it wasn’t long until he was awarded the title of head Councilor for his fellow half-brothers and sisters.
Likes:

• Life
  
• Sunlight
  
• Beauty
  
• Girls
  
• Adventures

Dislikes:

• Death & Decay
  
• Insects & Arachnids
  
• Pimples
  
• Dirt
  
• Night & Winter

Fears:

• Death
  
• Being Crippled

Powers: Charmspeak; the ability to convince someone to do something depending on the tone and force of the speaker.

AND YOU LIKE ME JUST THE WAY I'M NOT
you like me just the way i'm not

Your Alias: Jon
Roleplaying Experience: 3 Years
Did You Read the Rules?: Yes
Other Characters: --
Roleplay Sample: The women continued starring at him, making him feel quite awkward. However, his facial expression showed no indication of his discomfort. Even if he tried to force a smile it would not appear with his scaly features and so his normal serious demeanor appeared to her. Her reply was short and to the point. The word made Rahdhaff realize that he was wearing dirty and filthy slave clothing. The Salaa aspired to become a warrior one day, a hero to all and maybe a legend for his race but he would never reach such great status with this appearance. He definitely needed to acquire some new clothes, some armor when he had enough money, right now he was short on cash and thus had to wait to acquire the new armors. For once in a long while it seemed like she was distracted by something else or was no longer focused on the large figure before her. He was glad although it did not show, to know she had something else in her mind other than Rahdhaff but that did not laugh.

What a lonely life. He could not help but thinking this after she explained how unpopular she was, he did not have many friends either but he still had someone to talk to other than an animal. Despite being a slave his master still treated him as a friend and confided into him while he could do the same to J’raad. But could she really confide into this dog? His eyes shifted from the Lycan to the dog. Life alone with an animal… he could never survive with that lifestyle. Once he thought about it, he realized that he was going out on this adventure alone, even worse than this women who at least had an animal to accompany him. Once more doubts on this adventure plagued his head before he looked back at the Lycanthrope and spoke. “Why are you so strongly against slavery? You are free are you not? Or had the pain of slavery touched you in the past.”

He spotted a change in her facial expression, no longer void of emotion but the change was barely visible besides her widened eyes of course. For a moment, he believed she was going to turn him in but recalling the past exchange the idea left his head just as soon as it had entered it. Her voice entered his ear like a whisper as she repeated his goal. The following words told him that she was not going to let this poor Salaa get caught while escaping. Her eyes once more left his figure, turning to see past the large figure for the road ahead. It seemed they had come up with the same idea, they were more alike than he had believed. He slightly tilted his head forward, nodding and agreeing with her strategy. A small motion told him to begin moving again as he tailed the Lycantrhope at the same pace that she walked. He ignored the noise the metal she carried around with her made, simply glad to be closer and closer to his goal. He whispered, high enough so that she could hear, two simple words “Thank you.” Words of gratitude for her aid.

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[Nico di Angelo]

Accepted <3