Post by CAERUS on Mar 19, 2011 22:09:54 GMT -5
JACKSON"CAERUS"HAWES
"I'll take my chances with you
• • HOPE YOU GOT YOUR THINGS TOGETHER,
hope you are quite prepared to die
FULL NAME: Vessel is Jackson Alexander Hawes, diety name is Caerus
NICKNAME: None
AGE: 23/unknown
BIRTHDATE: Unknown
SPECIES: Deity
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
OCCUPATION: Deity of Opportunity, Fortune, and Luck
• • LOOKS LIKE WE'RE IN FOR NASTY WEATHER,
one eye is taken for an eye
FACE CLAIM: Alex Pettyfer
SKIN: Pale, freckled
HAIR: Blond and browns
EYES: Blue
HEIGHT: 6'2"
WEIGHT: Slim/slender/muscules
OVERALL APPEARANCE: This vessel has gray eyes that often change to green but it has been said to turn blue on rare occasions; hair wise, he has blond hair along with browns here and there. He hardly ever does anything special with his hair, he allows it to curl or do whatever the hell it does usually. Standing at six foot one and a half he weighs about one hundred forty, give or take some pounds. He's in between pale and tan but can get tans rather nicely, whether he likes it or not.
Over the last few years he has gotten inked. It all started when he was seventeen, his first tattoo being a Celtic cross on his chest. The next year he got an Arabic script on the inside of his right arm, only months later to get "What Goes Around Comes Around" on his right shoulder. Nineteen he got a tattoo on his lower waist. A few months ago he got his last tattoo and promised himself that he was done getting tattoos. His last tattoo was the initials "ER" standing for Emilie Reynolds inside interlinking hearts on his right wrist. Emilie Reynolds was his cousin, a girl he was always close to and loved deeply, she was more of a role model to him than anyone else. She was a successful woman who played just about every sport imaginable, even after getting married and having three beautiful kids she still continued on with sports. Just a couple years ago she died in a horrible car crash.
• • DON'T GO AROUND TONIGHT,
well, it's bound to take your life
LIKES:
- Humans; finds them interesting
- Alcohol; drinks every now and then
- Weather; real neat how it changes in minutes
- Ladies; self-explained
- Angels; aren't bad in his book
- His job; he likes bringing fortune to others
- Music; can play the guitar like nobody's business
- Cheeseburgers; best. human. food.
DISLIKES:
- demons; bring nothing good to the table
- gum; what's with humans and this nasty thing?
- bad luck; turns everything sour
- guns; 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 nowhere! 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 his 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, nor can he help when he feels sorrow
- toe-stepping; he tends to sail on the border 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.
OVERALL PERSONALITY: Caerus is normally thought to be good at his job. Despite being sarcastic and a little vulgar, there’s something about him that inspires people. And maybe some are a little afraid of him. But it can’t be said that Caerus doesn’t get the job done. Despite appearances, he loves his family to pieces, and would pretty much to anything for them. He’s also very protective, especially of his friends.
Caerus has many quirks and strange ideas. He’s never been afraid to express himself and is always blunt. He’d never lie to make somebody feel better, and so he’s probably not the best choice if you just want someone to tell you you’re beautiful. On the other hand, you can be sure any compliments from him are 100% genuine. He’s a loyal friend, but he’s very difficult to befriend at first.
He often makes snap judgments, but patiently waits until proven wrong before changing someone's fate, but he can get very stingy with second chances. He has a habit of just making obscure hand motions and expecting people to understand them. His closest friends do, but most don’t. He can never bring himself to actually say the words ‘I’m sorry’, but he’ll express it in different ways, normally gracing someone with good luck for the day or something along those lines(as long as it doesn't fuck anything up).
• • THERE'S A BAD MOON ON THE RISE,
don't go around tonight
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.
• • WELL, IT'S BOUND TO TAKE YOUR LIFE,
there's a bad moon on the rise
ALIAS: Ronnie
OTHER ACCOUNTS: None
EXPERIENCE: Three +
WHERE DID YOU FIND US:
ROLEPLAY 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.
