Post by JAKE CHRISTIAN CAMERON on Jun 9, 2011 6:27:25 GMT -5
* jacob c. cameron ,
* start with basics ,
[ I'M SWIMMING IN THE SMOKE OF BRIDGES I HAVE BURNED ]
[ I'M SWIMMING IN THE SMOKE OF BRIDGES I HAVE BURNED ]
FULL NAME Jacob Christian Cameron
NICKNAMES Jake
DATE OF BIRTH January 16, 1994
AGE seventeen
GRADE/YEAR Grade 11
ELEMENT water
SEXUALITY heterosexual
MARITAL STATUS single
* into the mirror ,
[ AGAINST MY WILL I STAND BESIDE MY OWN REFLECTION ]
[ AGAINST MY WILL I STAND BESIDE MY OWN REFLECTION ]
CELEBRITY CLAIM Chad Michael Murray
EYE COLOUR blue
HAIR COLOUR dirty blonde
HEIGHT & WEIGHT six feet, 165 pounds
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES He has a crescent shaped scar on his wrist. When he was young, he enjoyed climbing up the grandfather clock at their house and messing with the time. One day, the grandfather clock had enough and decided to fall on him. He was trapped inside the middle with his right hand out, and one of the pieces of glass cut it.
A few minutes later his mom found him and immediately rushed him to the nearest hospital. The scar was deep enough that it needed stitches to be closed, and from then on he had a very fine scar to remember the incident by.
CLOTHING STYLE He'll wear anything as long as it's clean. Usually though, he goes with darker colored clothes, as opposed to light ones.
* deeper than skin ,
[ TAKE EVERYTHING FROM THE INSIDE & THROW IT ALL AWAY ]
[ TAKE EVERYTHING FROM THE INSIDE & THROW IT ALL AWAY ]
POSITIVE TRAITS
- helpful, as is the nature of almost all water students
- trustworthy-- when he makes a promise, he does his best to fulfill it
- patient. He could watch paint dry
- determined. When he starts something, he almost always sees it through.
NEGATIVE TRAITS
- open to influence-- both good and bad
- sarcastic - he can be a bit sarcastic at times, especially when he talks to people he doesn't like.
- mischievous. Water students aren't only known for their good traits, you know.
LIKES
- Water. He likes water and everything related to it, including, but not limited to, swimming, snow, and even baths.
- Music. Any kind of music, really, as long as he likes the tune. Also includes instruments. He can play three, violin, piano, and guitar. Sort of like a jack of all trades-- good at all, master of none.
- Reading. Sometimes he’d get so absorbed in reading a book, hours could pass before he noticed. He likes all genres. As long as the book has an interesting plot, consider it read.
- Chocolate. Self-explanatory.
- People with accents. British and Australian are his favorite. Indian and Chinese ones make him laugh. (No, he's not racist.)
- Dogs. Man's best friend.
DISLIKES
- Insects. Why do they have to be so creepy, crawly, and crispy?
- Jerks. This includes bullies, assholes, basically mean people. Most of which are fire and thunder students, but he's never been known to be biased.
- Brats. People who think they're above everyone.
- Getting caught. He still plays his own little pranks every now and then.
- Getting dirty. It isn't really a problem, though, for someone who can summon water at will.
STRENGTHS
- Good elemental control. You don't really think he became male water leader just because of his personality, do you?
- Charm. He can be charming and persuasive whenever he wants to be.
- Positive outlook. Even when the situation is gloomy, he'll still look at the bright side.
WEAKNESSES
- Can be too trusting. Until he gets betrayed by a person, he'd trusts anyone, even fire and thunder students.
- Relies too much on his elemental powers.
- Impulsive. Sometimes he does things without thinking. At times it turns out to be the best decision, but it's gotten him into trouble more than once.
FEARS
- Heights. He stays away from high places and will only dare go to such places when absolutely necessary.
- Dark. Some would argue that it's not fear of the dark, but fear of what lies in the dark. But you get the idea.
- Death. Who isn't afraid to die?
BEST MEMORY On his fourteenth birthday, his mother unexpectedly informed him that they were going camping. And they did. They roasted marshmallows on sticks, sang bonfire songs, lay down on the ground to watch the stars. He never forgot that moment.
WORST MEMORY The minutes when he was trapped under the grandfather clock.
LONG-TERM GOAL Graduate, get a good job, start a family, maybe learn a few more instruments.
* past reflections ,
[ SOMETIMES I REMEMBER THE DARKNESS OF MY PAST ]
[ SOMETIMES I REMEMBER THE DARKNESS OF MY PAST ]
MOTHER Regina Cameron (45), secretary
FATHER Ivan Cameron (47), deceased
SIBLINGS NA
OTHER NA
HISTORY He grew up in a perfect family. His father was a banker who made good money. His mother was a house-wife dedicated to raising him up properly. His father was often very busy with his job, so much so that the only time Jake saw him was when he left for work in the morning, so they weren't really that close. His mother, on the other hand, was an entirely different story. She spent every possible waking moment with him. The result was a very strong bond between the mother and child.
The news came as a shock to them. His father was killed in a bank robbery. But honestly, he wasn't that sad. Sure, he'd miss his dad, but as said, they weren't close. His mother, on the other hand, was devastated. She went into depression for weeks. She locked herself in the room most of the time, and came out only to cook and clean.
Eventually, though, her grief faded. She came out of her room more often, and even got a job as a secretary to make some money, thought they didn't really need it since his dad had a large savings account, plus life insurance.
Life was never quite the same after that. It resumed, but it was never the same. They were still close, but not so much anymore. His mother always had a distant look in her eyes. and often, he had to repeat things more than twice before she heard it. He suspected that she only took the job to keep herself distracted.
So he lived life that way, with no one to tell him what was wrong and what was right, how to act, what to do, and what not to do. Then came his fourteenth birthday.
His mother announced that they were to go camping. He was surprised. They hardly ever did anything together anymore. It turned out to be pretty fun. He had forgotten how nice it was to be with his mother. The way she was before his dad died.
It was a day he never forgot. They went fishing, hunting, and even did all those cliche stuff on tv, like roasting marshmallows over a fire, singing campfire songs, and lying on the ground at night to watch the stars. As they were doing so, his mother calmly explained about their elemental heritage. It turned out his mother's mother had been a water elemental, and though the gene had skipped his mother's generation, there was still a chance that he would inherit it. His mom wanted to spend some time with him, partly to make up for neglecting her motherly duties for so long, and partly because she knew that she wouldn't be seeing him as often anymore if he really did have the gene, because he'd have to go to the academy.
As they were talking, it started to rain, but surprisingly, neither of them got wet. They both knew without speaking what had happened.
The moment they got home, he was immediately contacted by the academy. He wasn't really all that sad about leaving. He didn't have any close friends, and it wasn't like he'd never see his mother again. Maybe it would even give her a chance to heal. To him, the academy was an adventure, one that he would tackle with all the ferocity a fourteen year old could muster.
* puppet on a string ,
[ SOMETHING INSIDE ME THAT PULLS BENEATH THE SURFACE ]
[ SOMETHING INSIDE ME THAT PULLS BENEATH THE SURFACE ]
YOUR NAME Jarren
YOUR AGE 5. lol jk, 15
RP EXPERIENCE 3 years
HOW'D YOU FIND US? me aote veteran \m/
SECRET WORD nice one, jake <-- ninja (highlight)
RP SAMPLEDamien left the cabin and made his way to the archery range. Seeing as it was summer, he wore only a light T-shirt with the brand name printed in big, black, bold letters across the front, and a pair of baggy jeans. On his side, he held a bow and on his back were a quiver of celestial bronze arrows, gifts, presumably from his father. At first glance, the bow would have looked like any other bow, but if you studied it closely, you would see intricate and ornate carvings on its surface, stopping somewhere in the middle where it was usually gripped, and starting again after that spot. The string was made from some metal he hadn't heard of before, and was designed to increase the strength and precision of the projectiles. Oddly though, even though it was metal, it wasn't that hard to pull, just as easy as pulling a normal string.
On the way, he saw many different sights, sights that by now should have been familiar to him. The thing was, they weren't. He knew that he was a demi-god. He was sure that he had been going to camp half-blood for at least 5 years now. He even had the beads on his necklace to prove it, one bead for each year, five in all. Each bead had a picture of the most eventful thing that happened in that year, but he couldn't even remember those. He racked his brains constantly, but the memories wouldn't come.
This would frustrate him very much, and the only thing he could do to distract himself was what he was on his way to do at that very moment. Arriving at the archery arena, he looked around, scanning the place for anybody. There was no one. He made his way to a spot somewhere in the middle and lifted up his bow. Picking an arrow from the quiver on his back, he notched it onto the bow string and pulled. He aimed at the straw dummy's head, which was the hardest to hit, and let go of the string. For a split second, the only sound was that of an arrow slicing through the air, before the arrow impaled itself into the enemy's straw skull. The arrow, having fulfilled its purpose, vanished from the dummy's head and reappeared in the quiver on his back.
Damien continued with more arrows, every now and shooting three arrows at once, which impaled themselves onto the dummy's head, the place where the heart 'ought to be (at least for humans), and its stomach. Arrow after arrow, he sent his frustration in the form of wooden projectiles at the straw dummies. When one shred to pieces, he moved on to the next one. When they were all shred to pieces, he moved on to the wooden dummies. At some point all he ran out of arrows to fire, and had to wait for them to reappear in his quiver. So concentrated was he on his rampage on the poor dummies, he probably wouldn't have noticed if the camp was attacked, much less someone arriving.
