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Name:

Virgil Caliburn

Age (youngest age is 16):

He turned twenty last Summer.

Gender:

Male

Pronouns (optional)

He/Him

Sexuality:

Heterosexual

Godly Parent? (any of the gods/goddesses, excluding Hera and Artemis):

A Son of Demeter

Appearance:

He is tall, standing about 6'2, and yet thinly built. Not a twig mind you, just thin. His skin is tanned, a healthy carmel complexion. His hair is just about jaw-length falling in dark brown shaggy curls. His features are sharp and relaxed, with kind eyes and a shining grin that takes up a good portion of his face. His eyes are monolid in shape, a dark gold in color reminiscent of fields of grain. They are soft and welcoming, seemingly holding no malice within them.

His attire is casual, often seen walking about in white hightop sneakers, black jeans, a white hoodie under a thyme green wind breaker, and a white headband to keep his hair from his face. He isn't one for accessories, preferring to live minimalistically. Over his shoulder is a satchel full of his essential items but the only noteworthy things is a journal full of random symbols, scribbles, mythology notes, and written rants of Virgils feelings... Of course he also carries around a ballpoint pen.

He has no weapons or armor, the world around him is he only defense.

Personality:

Virgil is a simple man. He likes the quiet things, the things that make his exceedingly unordinary life, ordinary. To him, those were the things that stuck out the most to him, the things that mattered most. Down to Earth is what you might call it, plain or boring, but Virgil finds such a thing peaceful. When your life is ruled by strange dreams, monster attacks, and the numerous encounters with bizarre characters at every corner there is no reason to dwell in angst. Instead of pining for a better life, Virgil simply believes that he should try to make some form of goodness from his surroundings. Simply seeing an early morning sunrise means the everything to him, it's a beautiful thing in a terrible world.

Like his Mother, the bonds forged are extremely important to him. Virgil is a bit of a Mother Hen, often going to a bit of extreme lengths to ensure the safety of his friends and family. Loyalty and trust are very integral to life if you are someone like him, a demigod.

Gosh, such an idea feels so alien to him even if all the clues line up. Virgil is very serious and intuitive. He is all buisness, and can be seen as a bit of a stick in the mud by some, but he prefers the term pragmatic. He would very much like to live a nice long life, thank you very much! He has his moments, those breaks in his usual mannerisms but those really wouldn't be considered fun. Virgil has a rather dry sense of humor, and this usually seems to reveal itself in more absurd or intense situations as he revels in the bizarreness of it all.

He has an artistic side to him only really seen when he is nose deep into his journal, having let the world get away from him. Various sketches, sub-par poetry, and other nonsense lines the pages scattered within whatever else he's written down, the journal is a prime example of organized chaos... He finds it calming, helps settle his nerves and let's the world simply drift away. Everyone needs a hobby to preoccupy themselves, to distract themselves from the greater world.

He's got a bit of a lazy streak about him,

Likes (optional)

The Early Morning Sun

Speaking with Plants, they make great conversations.

Rock music, Godsmack is legendary and the loud noises loosen the soil to support plant growth.

French Toast... A guilty pleasure.

Simple things, he doesn't enjoy drama or being involved in problems. It's troublesome. He'd rather sit and look at the clouds.

Dislikes (Optional)

The Cold.

Fire, it frightens the plants.

Catus, don't ask him for details... Just know they are prickly both in touch and spoken word.

Children of Hades, a natural disliking brought through his very DNA. If you are familiar with the story of Persephone then surely you will understand... It's as if his Mother's hatred rubbed off on him a bit.

Ignorance

Crush (if any, optional):

None currently, PM if interested.

Spouse/Partner (if any, adults only, optional):

Nah. That's funny, really.

Abilities you recieved from your godly parent? (if any, optional):

Virgil has his ways with plants much like his Mother. They speak to him, listen to his beck and call, and the bend to his will; Chlorokinesis

The Earth is his playground, and his to mold; Geokinesis

Demeter is known also as the Goddess of Sacred Law; she has domain over the enforcement of the Natural Laws of the Universe. Think of it as Divine Police attempting to maintain natural harmony, much easier to understand than a lengthy explanation. While not really a power per se, the power is more of an inate ability to understand abstract concepts of the Universe.

Family? (optional)

Meh. Virgil has nothing to share.

His Dad is okay, and will be safer with Virgil away from him. The Man sacrificed enough of his life raising some kid who got dumped on him after he made a very human mistake...

Virgil would happily give his Father his well earned freedom.

Backstory (optional)

Eh. Not much to share, he had a pretty straightforward upbringing in a single parent household. They struggled with money often, but it was a happy household. His Bloodline drew in dangers of all sorts and so he often moved around for many years growing up. He had suspicions that something about him was different, he spoke to plants after all and monsters often wished him harm, but that letter was quite the bombshell.

Now he isn't sure what exactly he is, who he should be... A world awoken for him and all he can do is stare in disbelief.

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