Angelo Marconi

[Angelo Marconi]

Angelo Vasco Marconi



THE BASICS

Name:Angelo Marconi
Nicknames: Angel, Lo, Ange
Age 17
Gender: Male
Years at camp: 4

FAMILY

Father: Hephaestus
Mother: Claudia Marconi
Siblings: N/A
Children: N/A
Other: Numerous aunts, uncles, and cousins.
Pets: N/A

APPERANCE

Species:Greek Demigod
Hair: Dark Brown
Eyes: Brown
Skin: Caucasian
Stature: Muscular
Clothing style: Angelo likes to wear durable clothing that can stand up to his working conditions and life at camp. He likes boots, heavy jackets, and jeans. Unless something is planned ahead, its common to see various stains on his clothing from working the forge.
Distinguishing features: His accent

PERSONALITY

Likes: Creating Things, cooking, musicals, firearms, inventing, adventure stories (for inspiration), WAFFLES
Dislikes: Bullies, rainy days, betrayal, losing stuff, broccoli, scorpions, cigarettes
Strengths: Crafting, thinking outside of the box, multilingual, technokinesis, reliable.
Weaknesses: Bad Sense of smell, cupcakes, waffles, damsels in distress, he's his biggest critic, tends to speak his mind
Fears: Becoming too much like his father, one of his creations failing when its needed most, loosing someone important to him
Weapons: A pair of large gauntlets he calls 'battlefists'
Fighting Style style: Angelo is primarily a boxer, but knows enough about other fighting styles to make sure the weapons he makes are correct. Jack of all trades, master of none.
Overall:Angelo is a bit of an oddball compared to his half-siblings in regards to what he makes, but he is definitely one of them. The Italian craftsman tends to make weaponry and armor based on styles that have appeared elsewhere in the world rather than focusing on the old Greek standards. He also enjoys making mechanical beings that turn into various forms of equipment such as mechanical mice to scout around, or a brass monkey to work as an assistant. Many of his mechanical creations are based off of living creatures since nature doesn't tend to keep stuff around that can't survive... though he likes to add his own improvements to them. People either love or hate him in capture the flag depending on what side they're on because he can bring enough of his 'pets' to count as more than one person.

As much as he loves working a forge, he tends to do much of his work elsewhere when possible. The ash and soot from the fires clogs his nose and deadens his sense of smell for a few hours. Plus he doesn't want to become some sort of hermit, only appearing outside when he needed to, that would be a sad life to live. No, instead he tends to take his new creations out to show them off and see what everyone thinks of them. He has a lot of pride in his work to the point where he can frustrate himself if he doesn't make something to his standards. One sure way to inflate his ego though is to ask him to make something for you. Angelo views being asked to make something as a sign of trust and confidence in his abilities, otherwise they would ask someone else. He tries to be as punctual with his deliveries as possible, but anything requiring jewel-crafting takes a bit more time. He can make the settings and cut the gems, but doesn't have much sense for making it look pretty if he's given creative freedom with it.

HISTORY

Born: March 3
Homeland:Florence Italy
History: Angelo Marconi doesn't know much about his conception, and its a topic that he doesn't really want to know a lot about. From what he knows though, it involved a lot of alcohol and a costume party. Not the greatest of beginnings, but things could have been much worse. Thankfully Angelo was born into a large family with plenty of uncles to stand in for a father figure for him, and plenty of cousins to play with. The future inventor grew up with as normal of a childhood he had, though with a love for legos that wasn't easily surpassed. Legos, K'Nex, Erektor sets filled much of his room. His love to building got him in trouble a few times in the past though, such as laying seige upon a cousin's dollhouse with miniature catapults and trebuchets. It'd only get worse as he grew older.

In school he excelled in math, art, history, and most sciences. History was one of those classes that it was obvious he knew what was being taught, but focused on facts that weren't deemed important. His reports on wars revolved around the armies that fought it, and what they had to use, not the politics behind it. One army wasn't simply better than another, there was a reason why they were better. Did one have more troops, was one better equipped, did one side get a something new in the middle of it all? Those were the questions he answered. For those who knew what to look for, it wasn't hard seeing him as possibly a child of Hephaestus. Especially after he built a working crossbow for a presentation once. It only shot foam darts, but it still got him in trouble. It wasn't like he was flushing cherry bombs down toilets, or bringing anything actually dangerous to school.

It was near the end of a school year, and shortly after he managed to dismantle parts of the school intercom system, when a guidance councilor approached him and his mother. He must have been new because Angelo didn't recognize him, but he seemed nice. The person spoke about a summer camp that Angelo could attend where he'd be taken care of and put into an accelerated learning program where he could study the subjects he was best in and be placed in AP courses the following year. Everything looked good on paper. At the time he didn't know he'd be going to Camp Half-Blood. The trip was relatively uneventful except for flying through a storm and the plane getting struck by lightning, but nothing too out of the ordinary happened. It wasn't until they were on the road to the camp did the guidance councilor did the big reveal about Angelo's heritage and the true nature of the camp he was going to.

It was a solid week before Angelo settled down and actually begin to accept his new surroundings. Now Angelo stays at the camp most of the year, randomly going off to travel and get inspiration from someplace or visit family. He gives plenty of notice when he plans something like this so no one worries and he doesn't leave with a job half finished. Angelo took part in the Battle of Manhattan along with his half-siblings, resulting in many of the inventions he brought getting destroyed. He had been presumed dead when part of a build collapsed on him, but one of his mechanical mice was able to rescuers to where he was simply buried. Angelo was upset at the destruction of so many of his creations, but it wasn't long before he resolved to make them better, strong, faster.

ALL THE REST

Name/Alias:Crash
Age: <.< I'm over 21, and below 30... that's as far as I'll say.
Experience:I've been RPing for... a decade or so
Other characters: None
Face claim: Tom Welling
Referral: Dreamer
RP Sample:

Angelo Marcon, Demi-god and inventor, sat at his workbench researching some magical weaponry to forge. In his hands was a tome of inspiration, the beginning of a series of works that could inspire just about anything. Was it a codex from some inventor like Leonardo di ser Piero da Vinci? No, it was a hard cover version of 'The Hobbit', and one of Angelo's favorite books. He had never read the other books, but this one struck a cord with him. A simple tale of a person who wanted nothing more than to live a simple life, and suddenly being lead on a grand adventure. As a child it was a wondrous tale, but now it seemed closer to reality than it did before. Fantasy books proved to be sources of inspiration for the smith. He had already crafted an item based on one from the book in his hands. It shed light when there was danger about, but only when the wielder was vaguely aware that there might be danger lurking. It was very situational, and the warning it'd give wasn't enough to be an early warning system. Still... if anyone wanted it, they could take it.

That was how Angelo treated much of the weapons and armor he created. If it wasn't meant for him, anyone who wanted it could just take it if they asked nicely enough. What if someone wanted to use a khopesh as a weapon instead of a spatha, or fight with an arming dagger in one hand and a rapier in the other? Because of him people had the option if they wanted to take it. Some people thought he was weird, but not those in his cabin. He didn't view his half-siblings as family, but they were all considered close friends. He pushed the thoughts of crafting away for a little more and moved on with his book. He had just picked it up again, and wasn't very far.

"Under the Mountain dark and tall
The King has come into his Hall!
His foe is dead, the Worm of Dread,
And ever so his foes shall fall."

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