Heathens (Re-boot) [Semi-Closed]

Take 2, ladies and gents.

(Closed to only myself, Fox, Ant, and Blue. If you REALLY impress me, then maybe we'll talk.)

Behold, the commandments of your Heathen gods!

1. Follow General Role-Play etiquette. No Mary Sues, no God-Modding, etc.

2. Don't be an asshole. (Unless its funny or constructive, then, by all means, go ahead.)

3. Please cook before eating.

4. Please wait five to ten minutes before serving.

5. Serve wi- Good Christ NO! Get my RP out of your microwave!

6. Fun. You should have it. Go play in a ball-pit or something.


I suspect I don't have to tell you all about this. Bio here:

Name:

Gender:

Physical Appearance:

Personality:

Power (Gods Only): ex. God of War, God of Wine, God of Bedsheets, God of Red Jello.

History:


Now, go crazy.

I already pm'd it to you, but for Bluekat's sake:


Name: Caleb Greene

Gender: Male

Physical Appearance: Caleb is a caucasian sixteen year old of average height (5'9") and slightly (but not noticeably) larger weight (155 lbs). He has short brown hair with small, dark brown eyes to match it. He has a grin almost constantly affixed on his face, though it notably almost never reaches his eyes.

Normally, Caleb wears plain white or black t-shirts and jeans, as well as his favorite red hoodie, which he wears in wintertime. When going to school, he brings a bright red, bulky backpack with him.

Personality: An observer would likely describe this boy as constantly cheerful and friendly. When asked to describe him further, however, said observer would fail to come up with anything of substance.

This is because Caleb's good cheer, while true, is not the happiness of the 'normal' kind; he finds comfort in solitude, and thus often speaks to people in such a way that they do not bother him. This does not mean acting mean or never talking, like one might assume, but creating a balance of friendliness and lonesomeness. He is cheerful enough that people do not feel a need to keep him company when he asks for solitude, and he avoids conversation enough that he slips their minds soon enough.

He has an unhealthy habit of using the internet for hours on end, doing things varying from watching videos of cats to reading theological (and otherwise) essays pertaining to the meaning of life. He enjoys writing poetry, though he's not blind to the fact that his poems are terrible (despite the impression he may create online).

When not wiling his time away on the computer, Caleb is often seen in the library, reading a novel or two (usually of the fantasy genre, though he wouldn't say no to science fiction). Scholastically, he does well in math class, is interested in English, and has much trouble in history and chemistry.

History: Caleb was born in Philadelphia as the only child of the Greenes, and was given a Christian upbringing. His father, Tyler, was a bank teller, while his mother Samantha was a nurse, and the two managed to make due with their wages, though they weren't exactly rich.

Even at an early age, he found himself preferring solitude over company at an early age, often devouring books and sitting alone in contemplation rather than joining his peers in playing games. His parents, while worried, did little to intervene in his life; after all, introversion wasn't necessarily a bad thing, and nothing good would come out of forcing social activities upon him.

And thus, his life progressed in relative solitude, with only a few people he could truthfully call friends. As he grew older, he found that the internet was the perfect way to wile away the time.

It was on the internet that he read many theological essays and watched various videos which disillusioned him to the existence of God, and made him renounce his religion in front of his family - something which his mother didn't take kindly to.

Currently, at the age of sixteen, Caleb studies in Stenson high, and is in his fourth year of secondary education. He lives with his parents and has a fairly good relationship with them, though religion and computer usage are sore points in the household. Overall, he gets average grades, though he has a notably high grade in math and history, and abysmal scores in Spanish and Chemistry.

Total copy and paste but:
Name:
Drijven[Harvey is used as a pseudonym]

Gender:
Male

Physical Appearance:
Harvey takes on the appearance of a young man just reaching 20. His snowy white hair would make you think he's an ice god, but really it's just what he was born with. His red eyes always seem to be looking off into the distance, non-caring. He wears dark blue pants along with a dark blue jacket, which is always open to reveal his dark grey t-shirt, though the Jacket is more for appearance rather than keeping him warm. He wears contact lenses that make his eyes appear brown instead of the noticeable red color because of his Albino color.

Picturrrrrrrres in case I fail at words!:

Personality:
Harv generally is calm and goes with the flow, he tends to be childish and make jokes while teasing others when they do something stupid. He will generally leave you alone even with dirty looks being fired at him, but once one has gone too far this guy becomes dangerous as the waves smashing against a cliff, meaning he'll probably try to beat you to death. He still holds a great grudge against the older gods though, for he felt that it wasn't right for them to just cast them away like this. Doomed to walk the Earth as they hunted down their semi-mortal bodies.

Power (Gods Only): God of The Ocean, Sea, Water Bottles, Water Towers, and Magikarps.

History:
Harvey spent most of his lifetimes living La Vida Loca, and not taking things seriously. He gambled away at Casinos and spent most of his time traveling around LA and trying to enjoy himself in the harsh times. Only until he learned that the number of the New Gods were dwindling to near nothing did he begin to actually search for his mortal partner. He had thought he had once found his mortal partner, about 26 times. Each one met a terrible fate, most did not pass on into the next world though for it was just him giving up on them, before he could speak to them about it. He was becoming a bit frightened when he discovered that the numbers continued to drop ever so slowly, and disguised himself as a janitor for a school. Surely someone more youthful than his previous choices wouldn't die as easily, right?