Post by Caerus on Jul 18, 2010 16:39:00 GMT -5
JACKSON"CAERUS"HAWES
“luck, advantageous, favorable”
• • ON A STORMY SEA OF MOVING EMOTION,
general information
FULL NAME: human/vessel name: Jackson Alexander Hawes, deity name: Caerus
NICKNAME: varies
AGE: unknown, vessel: twenty three
SPECIES: Deity
GENDER: male
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
OCCUPATION: Deity of Opportunity, Fortune, Luck
• • TOSSED ABOUT I’M LIKE A SHIP ON THE OCEAN,
physical narrative
FACE CLAIM: Danny Jones
SKIN: pale, freckle filled
EYES: blue
HAIR: browns
HEIGHT: 5'11
BODY TYPE:slim/slender/slight muscules
• • I SET A COURSE FOR WINDS OF FORTUNE,
character behavior
LIKES:
* humans; he finds them interesting
* alcohol; he drinks every now and then
* weather; real neat how it changes in minutes
* ladies; self-explaned
* angels; they aren't bad in his book
* his job; he likes bringing fortune to others
* music; he can play the guitar like no body's business
* cheeseburgers; best. human. food.
DISLIKES:
* demons; they bring nothing good to the table
* gum; what's with humans and this nasty thing called gum?
* bad luck; turns everything sour
* guns; they don't hurt, what's the use?
* public swimming pools and restrooms; have you ever stopped to think about all the nasty shit that goes on there?
* clowns; they jump out of no where! last one that sneaked up on me I gave a bloody nose to.. my bad. Guess he didn't have very good luck, huh?
* being tracked; now that's just annoying
* shapeshifters; he just hates them, aside from being skin jumpers, they tend to be quite annoying.
* interferrances; what a bother
STRENGTHS:
* brings good fortune; does is job
* his job; he's good at what he does, typically
* guitar playing; self-explained
* blunt; why keep from the truth?
* vessel; honestly, not everyone would see the guy who makes luck to look like this kid, would you?
WEAKNESSES:
* family; he cares for the other deities and loves the angels
* clowns; scary fuckers- i swear!
* human-emotion; he can't help his vessel's cravings or needs, not can he help when he feels sorrow
* toe-stepping; he tends to sail on the boarder line
* God; he believes in the big guy, talk shit and he's bound to kick you straight.
FEARS:
* wrath; nothing like a woman's wrath.. or God's.
* clowns; seriously.
* alone; he's always wanted to fall in love with someone like humans do
* stranded; he's afraid he'll loose his job and be left on Earth forever
* aging; ew.
POWERS & ABILITIES: he has the typical angel like powers, transport, etc. but he also has the ability to change fortune/luck.
• • BUT I HEAR THE VOICES SAY,
personal record
FAMILY: Deities and Angels
HISTORY: Caerus' Roman equivalent was Occasio or Tempus. Caerus is called the youngest child of Zeus.
Caerus is the due measure that achieves the aim. This god brings about what is convenient, fit, and comes in the right moment. Sometimes it could be the critical or dangerous moment, but more often Caerus represents the advantageous, or favorable occasion. Caerus is represented as a young and beautiful god. Opportunity obviously never gets old, and beauty is always opportune, flourishing in its own season. Caerus stands on tiptoe because he is always running, and like Hermes, he has wings in his feet to fly with the wind. He holds a razor, or else scales balanced on a sharp edge—attributes illustrating the fleeting instant in which occasions appear and disappear.
According to Pausanias, there was an altar of Caerus close to the entrance to the stadium at Olympia, for Opportunity is regarded as a divinity and not as a mere allegory. This indefatigable traveler also tells us that Caerus was regarded as the youngest child of Zeus in a hymn by Ion of Chios (ca. 490-425 BC). Thus, Caerus has lived for quite along time and was made for the job as Mr. Opportunity. When things got unstable at home Caerus began his journey on Earth and has jumped from vessel to vessel- one for every era due to his father's strong hand on him.
This vessel he chose was different than the other he had taken- a. he asked for it, b. he was much younger, c. he fit into crowds today better than his other vessels had. Currently he is doing his job on Earth while letting the big guys upstairs to do whatever they do do. As his job asks for he comes in at just the right moment to do his works. Upon living here on Earth he has come in contact with angels who have taken vessels and has gotten rather close to them, he actually had an angel at his side for quite some time until the day he was murdered.
• • CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SON,
the face behind the mask
ALIAS: Ronnie
OTHER ACCOUNTS: none
HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN ROLE PLAYING: two +
WHERE DID YOU FIND US: Kaitlin showed me.
ROLE PLAY SAMPLE:
she’s nervous as hell, holy wow this is it, as she stands in front of the steps before the large school, contemplating on just fleeing the scene, calling them up and saying, ‘sorry, I can’t go to school today I have to wash my hair..’. logically, she knows she shouldn’t be nervous. she’s met the principal and all the teachers she'll be having this year, she's been accepted already, but that was different. that was a meeting before this day, before the real thing, she wasn't expecting an offer to come 'round again. this…this is something bigger. this could potentially lead to the most amazing time in her life. taking a deep breath she firmly charges up the steps with the crowd of kids, grasps the door’s handle and yanks it open, forcing herself to walk in calmly. armed with her notebooks and bag she's ready to settle in, her minds whirling at the idea of this. her colorful eyes scan the area- the inside is bigger than she was expecting and it has this faint smell of.. chips? she inhales deeply for a moment, closing her eyes and reveling in the fact that she is standing in most successful, talent filled, school in hollywood. she's one of the selected few accepted.
her eyes were closed now, sitting in a coffee shop, remembering the first day at the school. she remembered the moment she walked in, the smell, the feeling it gave her. the booming voice from behind the counter called her name and her’s eyes flew open. grabbing her shopping bags from the table she glided across the floor to the counter to take her drink. "thank you very much." she smiled, taking the drink and turning away. on another scene, present time, at the local coffee shop around nine in the morning. sophie had been spending the last two hours looking at the town and shopping, she loved shopping in such a big area. upon her journey back to the dorms she found a small cafe shop and decided to grab a drink before heading back. she can’t breathe properly but she manages to get out deep breath after a drink of extremely hot coffee. struggling a smile at the girl behind the counter, her taste buds now burnt, she leaves the money and exits the shop. huffing out a surprised breath she chuckles and looks down at her shoes in the warm outdoors, heading down the sidewalk. today was all planned out- a photo shoot with her dear friend dean at two, until then she had all the time she needed to clean up her dorm for the twelfth time this week. after the photo shoot with dean she was hoping to back to her dorm and watch reruns of
supernatural, (weirdly enough the two main guys reminded her a lot like her brothers) drink delicious tea, and relax.
sophia inhales, seconds before hearing the sound of running foot steps, and the echoing sounds of police sirens going off. immediately she scans the area her heart already racing as if it was going to jump out of her chest and run away. the sounds getting louder before she sees the running men coming towards her, though. a push, a shove. yelling, the foul cursing hitting her ears, almost falling over each other and nearly tripping her in the process of their get away, her coffee hits the ground and spills; she doesn't know where they're going but she doesn't want to follow or stick around much longer. tears starting to sting her eyes, her arm and rib cage hurting from how hard the man pushed her, her hands clutching on to the bags for dear life and an immediate reaction was to get back to the dorm. she's running down an alley and out to an empty road, her feet now aching from the high heels she decided to wear this morning when she falls face first when getting to the sidewalk. wince after wince she rolled to her back and sits up to see a hole in her hoes and her knee bloody, her side hurting even more- all she wanted to do was get back to the dorms and out of harms way- she's widdle, fragile, and scared.
as fast as she can she fumbles around to grab all her bag's straps and gets back on her feet, swearing to herself she'll never wear high heels out again. she can feel her pulse in her knee throbbing as she tries to quickly make her way down the street to the grounds of the school. her hands were turning white from gripping the bag's straps, her hands brought to her chest, keeping herself enclosed and on guard. the baby blue heels clanked and clinked with each step, echoing down the road, she began to get paranoid. tongue burnt, bloody knee, hurting side, scared out of her wits, she inhaled a deep breath before she made a long, limping, dash to the dorms the second she heard the familiar sounds of voices laughing and joking around outside. entering the dorm's lounge she exhales the deep breath, keeping her hand on her chest and trying to calm herself down as she made the final few steps to the couch. the doors to all the rooms down the halls were wide opened and she could hear almost everyone talking- there was even a big group down one of the hallways outside their rooms talking. quietly, and hoping to slow her heart, sophia sits on the couch and places her bags next to the couch. slowly she brings her foot up on to the couch's cushion and takes off her high heel, letting it drop to the floor as she puts a hand over her bloody knee to apply pressure to it. her room was on the third floor and she wasn't going to be able to go up all the steps, let alone get down the hall to the elevator without leaving a bloody trail.
her face looked as if all color was scared from her, she was paler than usual and her eyes grew especially light, she couldn't even keep her hand from shaking. those men could have had a gun, or a knife- they could of killed her or taken her hostage or something! not even worried about how she had to pay for an overprices coffee and then allowed it to fall from her hand, she exhaled again as she pouted out her lip. her eyes look around the deserted room, her hand still on her knee. sophie's debating on a way to get to the elevator, somehow wobble there, she can always sit in the elevator and slide her way to her dorm since it was the first door to the right. all plans she came up with sounded like too much work, at that thought she moved her leg and with pain shooting up she simply moved it back to how it was with a wince. "crud." sophie mumbled, sniffling and forcing back tears. she exhaled once more, closing her eyes and throwing her head back with upset growls.
