Post by Darren Barnes on Oct 2, 2013 18:55:18 GMT -7
DARREN DANIEL BARNES
MALE , EIGHTEEN , MARCH 3 , DEMIGOD , BISEXUAL , PRIDE
MALE , EIGHTEEN , MARCH 3 , DEMIGOD , BISEXUAL , PRIDE
PLAY-BY: Aaron Tveit
HAIR: Light brown, unruly, unkempt.
EYES: Dark brown.
OTHER FEATURES:
HAIR: Light brown, unruly, unkempt.
EYES: Dark brown.
OTHER FEATURES:
WE'RE ALL FIGHTING GROWING OLD
flirtatious, bold, cocky, arrogant, persuasive, intelligent, relaxed, ego-centric, self-centered
LIKES: camp, his parents, friends, flirting, sparring
DISLIKES: rejection, rumors, bad weather, coffee, his birth father
STRENGTHS: intelligence, wit, agility
WEAKNESSES: ignorance, vanity, dishonesty
FEARS: dying, heights, ghosts (boo.)
POWERS:
Alcokinesis: Control over/creation of alcohol. A fine-tuned ability of his.
LIKES: camp, his parents, friends, flirting, sparring
DISLIKES: rejection, rumors, bad weather, coffee, his birth father
STRENGTHS: intelligence, wit, agility
WEAKNESSES: ignorance, vanity, dishonesty
FEARS: dying, heights, ghosts (boo.)
POWERS:
Alcokinesis: Control over/creation of alcohol. A fine-tuned ability of his.
ARE YOU READY FOR ANOTHER BAD POEM?
GODLY PARENT: Dionysus
BIRTH PARENT: Elsie Coin; 34; alive.
STEP-PARENT(S): Karen Barnes; 40; English teacher; alive; adoptive mother.
Dylan Barnes; 43; Realtor; alive; adoptive father.
SIBLINGS:
Elsie Coin never intended to have a child at sixteen. Hell, teenage moms never intended to be just that, did they? No, every little girl, running around in their pretty clothes and their uptown cars their fathers had bought them never planned to be crying the next week, a child already growing inside of their bodies. Of course, Elsie had plans just like everybody else... She was going to leave the small country town she lived in, close-knit neighbors and all, for a better life in a party city - maybe Las Vegas or Los Angeles, New York at a stretch; she hadn't really decided which yet, but she was damn certain she was getting out of that washed-up town, Hick Central.
Unfortunately, Elsie fell into line with every other excited little girl at the time. She made a mistake with a man she had just met in a city she had just ran away to. He was going by the name Michael Boyd in one of his more physically attractive forms, hanging out around the bar at a night club but not drinking anything, only observing the mass of a dance floor in front of him. It didn't take much to get him to have some fun with her, after Elsie decided he would be hers.
A week later, she was holding a magic little stick in one hand and pressing her mouth closed with the other, both horror and disgust written on her expression. It was back to Hick Central for her without a second thought - she came back with her tail between her legs, ready to get on her hands and knees to beg her parents to have mercy on her poor pregnant soul if she needed to.
Luckily, they were nice people, and with enough convincing, they set the little running away incident to a place in the back of their minds and started to focus on the problem at hand, the mistake that had been made.
Eight months and three weeks later, the little squirming mess that was Darren was finally introduced to his mother, outside of the womb. Just for that brief moment, she was his guardian, his momma. But then it was gone, and he was passed over to what would become his actual family. Elsie handed over the child to his new adoptive parents and never looked back once she was out the hospital doors.
It wasn't until fourteen years later that Darren even knew his parents weren't really his parents. And those fourteen years were as good as they could possibly be for a demigod, even one that wasn't aware of their parentage- he had two great parents, both willing to do anything and everything to provide for him, and a safe home, more than he could ask for had Elsie kept him. Sure, he hated school and it hated him, but everything was hunky-dory. At least until the man in the flower patterned polo showed up on the Barnes' doorstep.
Darren only saw him for a brief moment; his parents and the strange guy bustled into the kitchen, out of his sight; the man's voice was loud and echo-y, but between how fast he was speaking and Darren's father whispering sharply in return, he couldn't make out anything besides a few bits and pieces that made absolutely no sense. So Darren did the obvious thing and waltzed into the kitchen, nonchalant and casual. The talking stopped immediately, and his parents stared at him evenly as he opened the fridge to grab a soda, as if that had been his plan all along.
Then his mother, tears brimming, told him he needed to go up to his room and pack for some summer camp. Questions and arguments ensued, but a hard glare from his father sent him flying up the stairs.
By the time he came back down, the man was gone, and his parents ushered him to the car. The drive was long and difficult as they tried to explain to him what was happening, about his birth parents. Some woman and a... God. A dude named Dionysus. Darren did his best to fight it, trying to make his parents see that the guy had to be crazy, that he was trying to mess with him. But in the end, Darren was being marched across a strange gate, a centaur flanking one side and a kid in full battle armor on the other.
BIRTH PARENT: Elsie Coin; 34; alive.
STEP-PARENT(S): Karen Barnes; 40; English teacher; alive; adoptive mother.
Dylan Barnes; 43; Realtor; alive; adoptive father.
SIBLINGS:
Elsie Coin never intended to have a child at sixteen. Hell, teenage moms never intended to be just that, did they? No, every little girl, running around in their pretty clothes and their uptown cars their fathers had bought them never planned to be crying the next week, a child already growing inside of their bodies. Of course, Elsie had plans just like everybody else... She was going to leave the small country town she lived in, close-knit neighbors and all, for a better life in a party city - maybe Las Vegas or Los Angeles, New York at a stretch; she hadn't really decided which yet, but she was damn certain she was getting out of that washed-up town, Hick Central.
Unfortunately, Elsie fell into line with every other excited little girl at the time. She made a mistake with a man she had just met in a city she had just ran away to. He was going by the name Michael Boyd in one of his more physically attractive forms, hanging out around the bar at a night club but not drinking anything, only observing the mass of a dance floor in front of him. It didn't take much to get him to have some fun with her, after Elsie decided he would be hers.
A week later, she was holding a magic little stick in one hand and pressing her mouth closed with the other, both horror and disgust written on her expression. It was back to Hick Central for her without a second thought - she came back with her tail between her legs, ready to get on her hands and knees to beg her parents to have mercy on her poor pregnant soul if she needed to.
Luckily, they were nice people, and with enough convincing, they set the little running away incident to a place in the back of their minds and started to focus on the problem at hand, the mistake that had been made.
Eight months and three weeks later, the little squirming mess that was Darren was finally introduced to his mother, outside of the womb. Just for that brief moment, she was his guardian, his momma. But then it was gone, and he was passed over to what would become his actual family. Elsie handed over the child to his new adoptive parents and never looked back once she was out the hospital doors.
It wasn't until fourteen years later that Darren even knew his parents weren't really his parents. And those fourteen years were as good as they could possibly be for a demigod, even one that wasn't aware of their parentage- he had two great parents, both willing to do anything and everything to provide for him, and a safe home, more than he could ask for had Elsie kept him. Sure, he hated school and it hated him, but everything was hunky-dory. At least until the man in the flower patterned polo showed up on the Barnes' doorstep.
Darren only saw him for a brief moment; his parents and the strange guy bustled into the kitchen, out of his sight; the man's voice was loud and echo-y, but between how fast he was speaking and Darren's father whispering sharply in return, he couldn't make out anything besides a few bits and pieces that made absolutely no sense. So Darren did the obvious thing and waltzed into the kitchen, nonchalant and casual. The talking stopped immediately, and his parents stared at him evenly as he opened the fridge to grab a soda, as if that had been his plan all along.
Then his mother, tears brimming, told him he needed to go up to his room and pack for some summer camp. Questions and arguments ensued, but a hard glare from his father sent him flying up the stairs.
By the time he came back down, the man was gone, and his parents ushered him to the car. The drive was long and difficult as they tried to explain to him what was happening, about his birth parents. Some woman and a... God. A dude named Dionysus. Darren did his best to fight it, trying to make his parents see that the guy had to be crazy, that he was trying to mess with him. But in the end, Darren was being marched across a strange gate, a centaur flanking one side and a kid in full battle armor on the other.
ANNA , A YEAR, I SURE DID
Every morning started quite early for the Aphrodite cabin, earlier than it probably should have. Even though the Apollo cabin woke up to serenade the birds, the Ares kids rose to prep for a day of fighting, and the Hermes children were awake early, ready to pack in some morning thefts, the home of the Aphrodite girls and boys was almost always the first to be moving about. It was necessary, of course - they had a reputation to uphold. The siblings were all awake and looking just as clean and pretty as ever before the Sun rose over the horizon line and the other campers began to wake. They couldn't let the camp see them as they were when asleep... it was a difficult challenge, being beautiful 24/7, and none of them were at their best when they first woke up. So the schedule was mandatory, and the puffy, sleepy eyes, tired faces and disheveled beds of the Aphrodite children were myths, as far as other kids were concerned.
Six months in and Ramona had already figured out that she needed to wake up earlier than early. Like most of her siblings, she'd been very particular about getting ready her whole life, every morning. But throw a bunch of people who all believed they needed at least forty-five minutes in the bathroom into one cabin, with one bathroom and get ready for the heels to fly. It was always a struggle, but her own days of worrying about that had already passed. She had her own routine, and it was efficient enough with no difficulty. Ramona could only chuckle at the pair of half-sisters standing outside the door now, screaming and throwing their fists against the beautifully painted wood. A blow dryer screeched on the other side of the wood, and she could barely hear one of the older siblings inside, laughing at the younger ones desperation.
It was amazing that the other cabins didn't wake up, with all the noise coming from the life-sized Barbie dream home. Grumpy boys and disgruntled girls, all arguing and complaining. Clothes flew across the room - designer dresses, heels, and expensive purses. Siblings were yelling at each other, accusing one or the other of stealing a tube of lipstick, or a certain hairbrush, or someones favorite earrings were missing. There was always some sort of drama for them to squeal about. If there wasn't, they'd all be terribly bored as they applied their make up and picked through outfits to wear. The fighting and gossip kept them all entertained.
Ramona didn't like to get involved in any of it, but watching her half-siblings bicker among themselves was a nice start to the morning, usually. It was rather funny when the actual fights broke out - watching one Aphrodite kid beat another with a Prada handbag was admittedly hilarious, and lipstick and compact mirrors started to fly across the room.. She could call it a good beginning of the day.
Today, she was too occupied with looking for her other shoe to pay attention to the wrestling going on across the cabin. She was on her stomach, arms stretched under the bed to pull things out of the way. Ramona was already clothed for the day, with the exception of the single shoe. It's red counterpart was on foot already, but after searching through the trunk at the end of her bed and under most of it by then, she was about ready to change her outfit altogether.
Six months in and Ramona had already figured out that she needed to wake up earlier than early. Like most of her siblings, she'd been very particular about getting ready her whole life, every morning. But throw a bunch of people who all believed they needed at least forty-five minutes in the bathroom into one cabin, with one bathroom and get ready for the heels to fly. It was always a struggle, but her own days of worrying about that had already passed. She had her own routine, and it was efficient enough with no difficulty. Ramona could only chuckle at the pair of half-sisters standing outside the door now, screaming and throwing their fists against the beautifully painted wood. A blow dryer screeched on the other side of the wood, and she could barely hear one of the older siblings inside, laughing at the younger ones desperation.
It was amazing that the other cabins didn't wake up, with all the noise coming from the life-sized Barbie dream home. Grumpy boys and disgruntled girls, all arguing and complaining. Clothes flew across the room - designer dresses, heels, and expensive purses. Siblings were yelling at each other, accusing one or the other of stealing a tube of lipstick, or a certain hairbrush, or someones favorite earrings were missing. There was always some sort of drama for them to squeal about. If there wasn't, they'd all be terribly bored as they applied their make up and picked through outfits to wear. The fighting and gossip kept them all entertained.
Ramona didn't like to get involved in any of it, but watching her half-siblings bicker among themselves was a nice start to the morning, usually. It was rather funny when the actual fights broke out - watching one Aphrodite kid beat another with a Prada handbag was admittedly hilarious, and lipstick and compact mirrors started to fly across the room.. She could call it a good beginning of the day.
Today, she was too occupied with looking for her other shoe to pay attention to the wrestling going on across the cabin. She was on her stomach, arms stretched under the bed to pull things out of the way. Ramona was already clothed for the day, with the exception of the single shoe. It's red counterpart was on foot already, but after searching through the trunk at the end of her bed and under most of it by then, she was about ready to change her outfit altogether.
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