Post by red on Apr 24, 2011 18:42:51 GMT -5
HARVEY TROIAN ARATHORN
Obsessive, Beautiful, Popular
Obsessive, Beautiful, Popular
BACK TO BASICS ' '
Full Name: Harvey Troian Arathorn
Significance of Name: Harvey is a tribute to the alcoholic cocktail, the Harvey Wallbanger, which is one of the most popular modern cocktails. It links to Ganymede, because his original name gave the Greeks ‘mead’, or wine. Troian derives from Troy, which was the homeland of Ganymede. Arathorn has the meaning ‘eagle’. Ganymede was plucked from the earth by Zeus in the form of an eagle and taken to Olympus.
Nickname(s): Troy, Mojo
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Orientation: Homosexual
Grade: Sophomore
Celeb you're using: Alexander Ludwig
Deity: Ganymede - Greek
Title of your deity: Cupbearer to the Gods
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Physical Appearance:
His hair is a reasonably light blonde, but it tends to go even lighter in the summer. Slightly spiky and windswept but that’s only because he tries to make it that way. He chooses not to dye his hair and feels that whoever doesn’t work with what they’ve got, are stupid. His original parents were both blonde, but he doesn’t really know that. He has an OCD about his hair being ‘perfect’ before he walks out in the morning. It’s this OCD thing that he has that makes him slightly ‘beauty-obsessive’, striving always to look good. He holds the view that ‘if you don’t then no one’s going to notice you’. He has the money to go to go to salons and stuff, but on nights out they haven’t exactly invented a twenty four hour salon. So he has become reasonably skilled with a pair of straighteners and a large tub of wax. He isn’t the conventional ‘gay’ that walks around with eyeliner and moisturiser. He knows that his face looks best when it looks natural, and doesn’t like spots and blemishes and has to cover them up with something, the whole ‘perfect’ thing again. He thinks his forehead’s huge and constantly pulls his hair down over it.
His eyes are a conventional blue, but they can tend to go a bit turquoise in either light or when he’s passionate about something. This normally happens when he is interested in a man, and that happens regularly. His eyelashes are of average length and he doesn’t like to mascara them, because he sees this as adopting a ‘gay’ stereotype that he likes to rebel against. He has his eyebrows regularly plucked as they can get quite bushy and tend to meet in the centre sometimes, and he doesn’t like it when he ends up with a mono-brow. His ears aren’t the most attractive part of his face, and he thinks that they stick out too much. He has no piercings. He has what is supposedly termed as a ‘rugby-player’s nose or at least that was what his secondary school teacher called it. He considers himself lucky that it doesn’t protrude outwards like something out of a Halloween movie. His lips are good enough to kiss with. They are oval-shaped and a faint pink colour.
His body is relatively muscular and physically-fit. He has a six-pack and regularly likes to show it off. His skin tone is ‘Caucasian’, this would simply be ‘White with a slight tan’, and both his parents are European originally so genetics say that he couldn’t really be any other skin colour. He is five foot eight inches, which is average for a sophomore. His legs are relatively tall, and his bottom hangs slightly over the top of them. His weight is 150lbs, which is ideal for his height.
You can normally find Harvey in a tight t-shirt that shows off the body that he has worked hard to get. When it comes to colours of clothes his regular choice is limited to blue or white, though different coloured clothes do exist in his wardrobe, due to an obsessive shopping habit. His favourite suit is a ‘baby-blue’ military-style one that was bought for him as a gift. It only comes out on special occasions. He alternates between a couple of sneakers and flip-flops depending on the weather, and sometimes is found wearing a hat.
LET'S GET TO KNOW YOU BETTER ' '
Personality Description:
He isn’t bitchy like the world considers most ‘gay’ men to be, and Harvey considers himself a generic ‘nice’, though he hates that word because it’s a stereotype. He hates stereotypes, especially focused on his physique. He shares his time equally between the library and the bar with the ‘guys’, though he doesn’t like to be confined to a particular ‘group’. He likes romance, and spends time on the beach in the summer and cuddling up with the latest ‘crush’ in his father’s hot tub in the winter. He doesn’t like the attributes that come with the phrase ‘good-looking’. He believes that the world thinks that just because he has muscles that he has no brains.
He hates jealousy, especially people being jealous of his physique. He believes that nobody should have to change who they are in order to please those around them. He is stubborn and doesn’t do anything that he really doesn’t want to do. He believes in compromise, but with his persuasive skills and good physique he doesn’t have to resort to it very often. He likes to think that he has morals, though he falls in love a little too easily. Probably the reason that his relationships don’t really last too long, because he attracts other guys and this usually ends up in fights and such. He has a fleeting eye and though he enjoys being in a relationship, he doesn’t have a lot of ‘staying’ power. He enjoys the attention that he gets from men, but he really wants someone to like him for him.
He is available 24-7 for friends, though he admits he doesn’t look great with bed-hair. All his friends know that this isn’t controlled before at least nine o’clock in the morning. He expects the same of his friends. He has a trust issue that seems to fluctuate depending on the guy and however ‘hard’ they try to pursue him. Though he still considers himself ‘too trusting’ and boils it down to the thing of expectations of other people. He is conventionally ‘nice’, like picking people up off of the street. It frustrates him that guys, young or old, try to define and control him. He thinks that this is down to the blonde equals stupid stereotype.
He likes going on dates, and because he considers himself the ‘gay female’ he chooses not too pay. His ideal man is a bit rough around the edges, somewhat muscular, and older than him. They have to have aims and goals of their own, he doesn’t want royalty, but as near as to it would be nice. Also I have this thing that when he is in a relationship, he doesn’t cheat, and if he’s thinking about it, he’ll break up with his relationship. It’s harsh, but he thinks that they are both better off because of it.
He believes that hobbies stop people from being boring and that everyone should have at least two or three to take up the time in their day. He looks at hobbies as a way to meet people as well, which he loves to do. He has three hobbies that he enjoys: The first is ballroom dancing because of the romance involved. He also believes that it helps at parties and balls if you can dance, he has learnt both the male and female steps that way he can dance with girls and boys. His friends, who are girls like it because it makes the other guys jealous and that doesn’t bother him. His second is making cocktails, which he likes because of the alcohol and guys have said it makes him look good. He prefers to make non-alcoholic cocktails in front of adults and alcoholic ones when the adults aren’t around. His nickname is Mojito, because he’s so good. Lastly he likes just looking in mirrors, which is not really a hobby, but more OCD in a way.
He has a lot of friends, which he considers bad because he cannot necessarily trust their intentions all the time. He doesn’t really know why people just want to get close to him so quickly and guesses that he could be a side-effect of his power, whether it be ‘working’ or not. Some girls tend to like him because of the attention that he gets from guys and some don’t because of the guys. He feels that this is because some of them see him as a threat because of the guys. It’s a phrase that he uses a lot really: “Because of the guys”. He doesn’t really have a ‘best’ friend, because of his trust issues. As for guys, there are a lot! But it scares him a little that he can’t necessarily trust their intentions. Some guys think with their ‘third leg’ sometimes and he seems to make them think with it more often than not.
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WELCOME TO MY LIFE ' '
Place of Origin: London, England
History:
Harvey was born in Mountain House or No. 24 Troi Street in a home birth, his mother Callandra died in childbirth. His father’s house was just around the corner from Vauxhall Bridge. His mother died in childbirth, and he was the youngest of his father’s three sons. Suffice to say even though his father had a reasonable job in one of the city banks, Harvey didn’t like his life. He used to play in the garden, away from his brother, who used to play video games in the lounge. When he was five years old he was taken by a rich man who admired the boy. Julian Arathorn gave Harvey his last name, adopted him and the metaphorical keys to his kingdom. Harvey was never old enough to ask about his birth father, though rumours flew around that Julian paid off the child’s father with cars and money. However Tanya Arathorn, Julian’s wife took a dislike to her husband’s newly adopted son. She taunted the boy as he had usurped her daughter’s position as her father’s heir.
When Harvey was eight, Julian started to teach him about the hotel business, as they were living in the Olympia Altis Hotel in Kensington. It may have been the same city as his birth father, but it was a world away from Vauxhall and putting the pillow over his head as the trains and cars went over the bridge. Tanya picked and chided the boy for spending so much time in the hotel following his ‘father’. Harvey didn’t rise to her taunts and learnt from his father even though he was only ten. Though he did steal her peacock feather hat and chucked in the rubbish bin. Julian decided that this was some sort of psychological rebuke of her as a ‘mother’ figure so he argued with his wife and he decided that they should be immortalised together in art. He brought a painter to the hotel, to paint a portrait of himself and his ‘son’ Harvey to be placed in the lobby of the flagship hotel. He told his son that the portrait would make both of them ‘forever young’ and Harvey believed him.
Around his tenth birthday was when Harvey asked why did Julian chose him. The answer was ‘your beauty, my boy you were born an Arathorn’ even if he hadn’t come from Tanya. In reality, it was Harvey’s powers manifesting gradually even at the age of five. However it wasn’t until his eleventh birthday and his enrolment at Eton did Harvey’s powers of beauty manifest more frequently. Older boys were captivated by the younger child. Even to the point where one of the boys was caught in the dormitories trying to get into Harvey’s dorm. So when Julian was approached by the teachers of Pantheon Academy, he was cautious but allowed Harvey to attend, but the boy was only twelve.
He was told that he was a reincarnation of the Cupbearer to the Olympians, Ganymede and wasn’t sure whether to believe it or not, but after time it just became second nature. His freshman year led to a run-in with one of the Egyptian re-incarnations, meaning that Harvey was taken to the lake by this Egyptian junior and they spent the night, with no one finding them. He didn’t really know what he was doing, but the morning after Harvey ran all the way back to his dorms and swore to himself he’d never let things get that far again. He had trusted. Big Mistake.
That was last year, Harvey’s now a sophomore. He learnt how to make cocktails over the summer with his father and accepted who he is. He hopes to find a way to tell Julian about his sexuality. He can’t believe that he can’t control his power yet, but it’s getting there. He wants love this year, not just a rumble in the hay to pass someone else’s time.
CONNECTION TO THE MYTH ' '
ROLEPLAYING SAMPLE ' '
“Oh my head…” he said softly to his surroundings his breath having the raw, controlled power of the ocean. Though his mind was struggling to remember how he got into his current position, though it was at this precise moment that he remembered that he had not actually opened his eyes at all. He could remember a club and a girl…several girls were involved it was all a bit misty in his mind. He passed blondes, brunettes and red-heads on his stream of consciousness as his mind quickly struggled to remember if anything actually happened with any of them. He didn’t know what else though… He got up and sat on the edge of his bed. He didn’t remember names either. That was pig-ish, something his father would do and that was everything that was wrong with the world.
The elevated fish tank holding all of his fish was running above him it had no filter making the water clean and yet it rushed, hushed and hummed as it moved above him. But right now, even the fish themselves held a fierce look of disapproval for the boy that was meant to be their master. As the smell of coral wafted to meet Lance’s nostrils, the eldest boy of the three, wondered what strength it would take for him to get over this immense hang-over, he couldn’t even use his powers, after all they were the only gifts that he had been given by his absent father. Thankfully his mother had given him everything else.
“Zeus, those bloody women!” He exclaimed to his fish that were above him. His memories were slowly returning as his water manipulating powers cleansed him of some behaviour of a drunkard nevertheless, he still had a large pain in the back of his head that was making all the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He had visions of a bet, with one of the sons of Aphrodite, something about two daughters of Athene, who were rumoured about being the best at making plans all over men’s bodies. And he had been outwitted; the girls had seen through his plan and got him somewhat drunk to the point of blowing chunks everywhere. But now he was like this. It wasn’t good. He glanced at the side, which was mostly a mess but one thing was glaring at him, the mixtape. It had been a present for someone it had meant to be for her…in his science class. But then his mind shifted, someone must have put him into his bed, but as he looked around his room everything was a mess, clothes strewn across everything. Even to the extent that a pair of boxer shorts, hung from his desk lamp. He smiled as he removed them.
“Awww-eh-aww” He murmured a weird sound out of the corner of his mouth as he rose from his bed. Just sitting there he rubbed his head. His mind was too blurred like a foggy window that you can’t see through. The song, One Night Only by Jennifer Hudson was ringing in his head. It had been the song that they had danced to last night, “Oh my god!!!” He prayed that he could sort this with his powers, clutching his hands together tightly; the beads of sweat rolling down his arms, from sweating underneath the thick quilt that lay over his bed. He looked around wondering just exactly how he got undressed but maybe that wasn’t worth worrying about until he had taken two aspirin or something.
Knock! Knock!
The front door. He couldn’t face it. With each bang on the door his head wobbled like jelly out of its mould.
“CONNOR!!!!” he bellowed, remembering that he was stripped bare apart from a pair of boxers. So it probably wouldn’t be the best idea to answer the door as he was.
BEHIND THE SCENE ' '
Your name: Red
Age: 19
How long have you been RPing? 7 years
Where/How did you find us? Used to be a member
