Post by Javon Donatello on Jan 31, 2012 7:13:44 GMT
JavonCarmine Donatello
THE BASICS
THE BASICS
Name: Javon Carmine Donatello
Nicknames: Vonnie, Mr. Lady, Donny
Age 18
Gender: Male
Years at camp: Five
FAMILY
Father:Ezio Donatello (Deceased)
Mother:Aphrodite
Siblings: All other Children of Aphrodite, half-sister Lazarus
Children: Sure hope he doesnt! That would be awkward.
Other: Stepmother: Alexandria Donatello (he never knew her maiden name, Deceased)
Pets: He had a cat once that did not end very well. Got ran over by a car, poor Duccio.
APPERANCE
Species: Demigod(greek)
Hair: A light blonde, has a sand color in some area’s
Eyes: Blue, he has great expressionless blue eyes.
Skin: A light tan, he tans quite easily if left in the sun to long, blames it on the fact that his mother was caught by the sun god. (well only once to Heph’s dislike)
Stature: Medium build, meaning he has strong shoulders but tapers off into a slim waist. Has lean muscle and not much definition on that. But he’s quite strong, don’t tell him otherwise, he may land a punch in your face. *smile*
Clothing style: Quite dark for being the son of a Love Goddess, he prefers British like clothing and blacks; he loves leather coats and button up shirts.
Distinguishing features: His chin, it’s very strong and it gives him a very different smile. He likes to use it as an advantage, and under his left palm there is a light pink burn from a fire.
PERSONALITY
Likes:
Flirting: Javon loves to flirt; he says he takes after his mother in that. A
The Forge: Ironically he loves to go into the forage to see the blacksmiths working away at their job, sure, pretty much all of them will hate his guts by the time he’s done in there but the smell of burning metal was always his favorite thing next to flirting with women. He would love a chance to make his own arrows sometimes for his bow.
Archery: It had been a pass time in his youth that ended up very important in his future. Javon can be seen muttering and firing at dummies all day long, mostly aiming for the groin of the targets, he says it’s because he can be a very jealous when he sees other men flirting with women he has already dated. Or just the fact that they even dare to try. Or because he thinks it’s funny when they get shot there... or something.
Horses: He has always had an affinity for horses though he never owned one, he loves to take care of the animals because it’s therapeutic for him, for reasons that even he doesn’t really know.
Music: Especially Dub-step and Alternative. He loves the tales of broken hearts and people wanting closure in Alternative, (like Breaking Benjamin and Anberlin) and the head banging work out music that Dub-Step has to offer. (Skrillex, Klaypex ect) He loves music, it’s a passion of his even he can’t exactly make it he can at least hold a tune and sing along. (He knows how to sing, but doesn’t think he’s all that good at it.)
Dislikes:
Fire: This is a dislike and a fear, both are a little different. Javon dislikes fire in general, but is only scared of free fire. Controlled fire has his hatred; because it is a destructive force that he sees can only be evil. He won’t sit next to a fire or cook over it; he prefers a modern stove, an electric modern stone compared to a gas one. Water heaters to a good old fashion fire place.
Passive-Aggressive Personalities: Javon thinks if you have a problem with someone (like himself) you should express it in ways that do not have to do with slander and gossip, if you want to hurt someone punch them. Going behind their back is a coward’s game. Even his mother has her affairs out in the open, people know about who she sleeps with she doesn’t exactly slink around in the shadows.
Fish: Javon loves to swim, but he hates when fish brush up against him, just gives him the creeps. Those big eyes just stare at you! But he loves the big eyed gold fish, maybe it’s because he doesn’t have to swim with them in a lake?
The High and Mighty: The Big Three kind of poke a pet peeve in him. He doesn’t like how they think they are all that, of course, that means that he has a dislike for his own mother too. He’s fine with that.
Enemies: Mess with him, make enemies with him, make enemies with his friends; get an arrow in the groin. “BALL SHOT!”
Strengths:
Archery: He is good at it and will use it to his advantage as he does many other things.
Flirting: He’s the son of Aphrodite why wouldn’t he use this?
Loyalty: It may not be obvious but its strength too, you get him on your team you have a member who will do anything to win for you and help you.
Weaknesses:
Being Called out: When someone realizes he’s faking a feeling or something, really throws him off.
Being Pranked: Come on this just seriously makes him mad, evil things come from a demigod whose mother is the goddess of love.
Hatred: Being hated is what he fears and it weakens him emotionally, breaking him down. He actually seems to move slower when he is told that he is hated.
Fears:
Fire: His parents died in a house fire and he barely escaped with is life, he thinks it may have been a god taking pity on him but ever since he has hated fire, and loved those who manage to control it. That is why he respects the sons of Heph so much, they manage to control fire, use it to make useful and beautiful things.
Being Alone: Physically and emotionally, Javon separates himself because he only thinks he is good as a toy for others because of his mother. “Oh he has a pretty face” sort of syndrome, he uses himself to give others some form of happiness then fulfills his need to break hearts and moves on. He beaks another connection and only fuels this fear of his, he is in constant state of fighting himself with this fear, wondering why he makes himself like that. And wanting to stop.
Love: It’s not something he hates, but he is scared of falling in love. Javon has thrown the word around so much he thinks he is incapable of it, so he is scared of actually feeling it. If he meets someone he falls in love with he will probably say “I want to make you happy.” The reason behind his issue with love has to start with his mother and father repeatedly saying they love him no matter what he did. Then they turned around and punished him for rebelling against him, this confused the young Javon to the point of shutting himself off to love. Later when it actually hit him (and he paid attention enough) that his mother was the goddess of love yet she had done nothing to actually tell him she loved him and abandoned him he shut himself off completely from feeling it. He would give others what they wanted because in the end that was what love was to him. Just something people needed, he didnt want, nor did he think he was like other people. He didnt need love like his mother did. He would thrive off of other peoples joy when he gave them what they wanted, and off the pain he would get from breaking their hearts. He would be love, cruel and unrelenting yet beautiful.
Weapons:
Heart-Break: Javon’s bow, it’s kind of a burnt wood color and he takes care of it like it is his only friend, and really it kind of is.
Fighting Style style::
As an Archer Javon would prefer to stay far away and take aim, but when needed he can tangle with the best of them. Granted he is not good with a blade but he can defiantly throw a punch, maybe knock someone out if he is way lucky. Javon knows how to use a knife because it is being part of an archer; you have to carry one around in case you need to make a rough arrow to shoot into someone’s eye. (Though he likes to aim for the genitals, gives him some sick pleasure shooting there.)
Overall:
Javon is not the easiest go get along with; he has deep seeded habits that can be hard to overlook even when you are some saint. He has his good traits like every other person, and he tends to let them fall into oblivion when he talks. Javon can be loyal and self-sacrificing when he finds someone who is worthy of his very self. Javon can also love to a fault; love meaning that he uses the word like you say the word “Happy” he says he loves someone but in his world it just means “Happy”. Like he says “I love you!” It means he is happy at the moment to be twisting your heart around his little finger. His absolute love of breaking hearts is one of his worst qualities, and it is the one that is seen the most. The loyalty and the truth behind the way he acts is lost in his horrible happy, flirty personality. Javon is can be evil and cunning and loves to be.
As a son of Aphrodite Javon does attract a lot of attention, and he revels it. Most of it can be negative but when he has a chance to bring someone in for a false promise of love he will. Whatever he has he uses it to his own advantage. He is pretty and handsome and flaunts in it.
But back to the few good traits of this son. Javon loves his mother (in the right way, like how a son would love his own mother) and will stand up for her even when she does something very stupid. (Like get caught by Heph or something.) It is how he shows his loyalty, but people see it as egotistic. Javon doesn’t have much of an ego, like most men it is a fragile thing. He won’t show when he is hurt but he instead he will give a snide remark and strut off like a peacock. He loves his feathers, he loves rustling feathers.
He sucks at making friends.
Javon is natural with his bow, maybe it was because his father made him practice it at a young age. But he knows his way around the woods and is good at certain camp games. He can aim and brawl with the best, but often get beaten and slinks away to nurse his wounds alone.
HISTORY
Born: 20th of April
Homeland: Tuscany, Italy
History:
“You are the son of a goddess Javon, never forget that.” His father would tell him that constantly, even after he married Alexandria. Javon’s conception was beyond magical, even when courting Alexandria Ezio met a woman he knew was something extraordinary, as a talent agent he picked the woman up and tried to get her off as a model. She grew on him and eventually they decided to try to have a child, Ezio knew he could not because of a rare genetic disorder the man knew he would not have any children. But the woman wanted to prove him wrong. When Javon was conceived it was reviled to Ezio the truth behind the woman; she was Aphrodite, she had taken pity on him since he pined after Alexandria, a woman who wanted to have children. Aphrodite said that she would give him the son they created as their own since they would never have any other children.
Javon grew up knowing that his mother was some flighty god who hit up many men because they were handsome or had a good voice. His father had been no exception and bore no ill will towards the goddess. In fact Ezio would tell Javon that Aphrodite gave him the best present ever: him. He was papered and scolded, raised right. He was the perfect boy in elementary school, worked on his school work smiled pleasantly at his teachers but as soon as Junior High came around Javon found his family and himself falling apart.
The preteen years where hard on Javon, he found himself the center of many women’s attention and reveling in it. At first it scared him, he did not know exactly how to handle women but soon used them like handkerchiefs throwing them away when they got to close to his heart. Javon was becoming scared of himself. “You are the son of a goddess!” The idea now scared him, and he did not want to believe it. What goddess? What goddess was he the son of? Was he the son of some leech? Did his mother have three heads? Was she Medusa? What had his father been into when he was conceived? And most importantly, if his mother was a goddess, why did she leave him here on earth? While Javon struggled with his own thoughts his relationship with his stepmother and birth father deteriorated, they fought, more than normal preteens and their parents usually do. The boy began to start seeing things, horrible things, making him retreat from his parents and ignore their warnings. So Javon went out a lot, mostly to get away from the nightmares that plagued him; parks, lakes any place he could be alone. His father found out, grounded him, hoping to get some sense into him.
Then the fire happened.
It had been it had been horrible, a warm spring night at their home in Tuscany turned into hell. A boy, who was probably on something had taken his drink and his lighter thinking it would be cool to show his friends that he could commit arson without fear of getting in trouble. Javon had snuck out an hour before to go to a park with some group he didn’t count as friends (he thinks they were hippies), when he got home he saw that it was being doused by firefighters and being told that his parents had not come out. Javon’s heart broke; cursing his birth mother, cursing the gods cursing everything. He was picked up by satyr who had been there at the fire, and soon after seeing him interact with other people recognized him as a demigod, Javon, still heart broken about what happened to his parents did not even understand what the satyr was telling him when he said “Demigod” and in the nature of his depression he did not care what happened to him, he went and was suddenly enrolled in a camp he did not want to be a part of.
His first year of camp was the hardest, the woman that was he was told about all his life claimed him. As he and the saytr had come into the camp a kind aura encircled him like a blanket, like a mother's embrace. Javon knew it had to be Aphrodite, the one the saytr said he maybe the child of. It was offical now, that he was the son of Aphrodite; but Javon had still been cold, steely; unwilling to let her emotions touch him whatever they were. It was her fault about his life, her fault for leaving him alone, her fault he saw horrible things. He retreated to himself, ignoring those around him. Did not matter he righted his shoulders and kept moving, picking up small tidbits along the way. He trained, he worked hard, he did not let himself get to close to anyone. Sure, he dated some of the girls, but he quickly saw nothing he wanted in a long term relationship. He gave them the love they wanted; they wanted to be adored and he gave them that, but he never felt the love he wanted from them. So he dumped them and moved on.
Then there was war. He did not want to be a part of it, between fighting on the front lines or nursing those who needed it Javon chose helping those who were wounded. He was confident in his skills out on the field, but he didn’t know if his heart would be able to take it. So he resided to helping those who where hurting, he had an easier time letting his heart open when tending wounds. Seeing the people’s faces whose pains had been eased did his heart good. But the second they started to talk he would recoil back into his shell not wanting to be touched. He heart little of the outside, nor did he want to; sure the Battle of Drakon sounded like something bards would sing about. But he focused on healing; he seemed to be good at that, sort of. Between the mess he called bandaging and the swabbing of foreheads, he was good.
His next few years in the camp caused some sense returned to Javon. He still used his wits and charm to get what he wanted; with women, ect. But he studied, and tried to be good. Why the sudden turn around? Because the son of Aphrodite decided that his birth mother may be a finicky lady but he would love her anyways. She was the goddess of love, and so he would be love; love those who needed it, love and break those who he thought deserved it. But that was hard for him, since he did not want anyone close to his heart. He may try to be love but he did not want to be in love.
ALL THE REST
Name/Alias: Alastair Light (Neku, Light, Becky, any of those work I respond to all.)
Age: Hmm since this is optional, I’ll let you judge that. How old do I sound? Haha.
Experience: Uh, around 3-4 years? About 3 of them seriously at least.
Other characters:N/A
Face claim: Alex Pettyfer (hes not taken? I cant tell anymore XD *bricked*)
Referral: Angelo~ Or known as Crash, he pulls me into everything I swear. That and my sister is OBESSED with Percy Jackson and its massively rubbing off on me.
RP Sample:
The forge was before him, tempting him with warmth and the prospect of safety and wonder. Shifting from foot to foot Javon stuck his hands in his pockets, watching from afar at the miracles being performed in the contained fire. The demigod shivered as he thought of the very idea that fire was being used to create such wonderful things. The men in there were like magic, creating things with their own hands. Not fearing the dirt and grime that comes with their work. No they loved it too much.
Love, unforgiving and understanding, lustful and gentle. A cruel mistress to which he was related.
Shifting on his feet again Javon turned away, his back to the comfort, his face towards the hard world. His expression held only sorrow, but it held it only for a brief moment in time before a mask of excitement and flirtation bloomed like a late flower. His eyebrows rose, arching enticingly, his mouth quirked in a cocky fashion. Irritating jokes where on the tip of his tongue, perverted sentiments lingering in the back. Javon was a son of the goddess of love, and he was going to be love. No one would see the shattered man behind the grin.
No one had to see it, including him.
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