Post by Keegan Harrow on Feb 3, 2010 21:43:58 GMT -5
"All right, already, and we'll all float on
All right, already, we'll all float on
All right, don't worry even if things end up a bit too heavy
We'll all float on... all right
Already, we'll all float on
All right, already, we'll all float on, ok
Don't worry we'll all float on
Even if things get heavy, we'll all float on..."
Float On, Modest Mouse
Name: Keegan Alexander Harrow
Nickname(s): Keeg
Age: 17
Birthday: August 12
Year: 1
Parentage: Hestia and Sam Harrow.
Allegiance: Olympians
Appearance: Keegan is not a striking person. His face and body structure average, with the exception of his thick auburn hair and hazel eyes. They are almost the same color, and this similarity makes him seem very solid and almost inhuman, as if he were a cartoon or statue. Upon looking closer, the differences are revealed in that his eyes haven't the trace of red that is in his hair. Instead, they're just a light brown. While utilizing his powers, his eyes glow like firelight, with colors flickering and dancing as if there was an actual fire alive behind his irises. His eyes are round and framed by a strong forehead and brown eyebrows.
His hair, as mentioned before, is very thick and auburn. In the right light or to the untrained eye, it flashes coppery colors. He keeps it fairly short--not long enough to overlap his ears or eyes, but refrains from controlling it otherwise. Keegan has a chronic case of bedhead and so his hair often sticks up and flutters with the breeze. And no, it isn't the stylish, sexy-bedhead that many people think of. Keegan's bedhead is at times quite disturbing and extraordinary, especially when he goes to sleep with wet hair.
Before going to Camp Half-Blood, Keegan was a big fan of soccer. He played on his high school varsity team, to be exact. Thus, his body is in pretty good shape. He has strong muscles--especially in his abdomen and legs. He has a sturdy build, reinforced by his height of 5'9".
In his clothing, Keegan isn't terribly picky, but his usual picks are slightly on the preppy side. However, he has an extreme adversion to flip-flops (he despises the way they feel on his toes). In chilly-to-cold weather, he always wears a navy blue leather jacket with two gray stripes along the upper arms and around the back.
Keegan has nice skin that is clear of freckles and moles. He only breaks out from extreme stress. He doesn't tan very well, however. Keegan just burns and peels... and repeat. On his back he has a trio of long, thin scars running diagonally from beneath his left arm to his right thigh. The scars are crooked, pointed, and uneven. They are remnants of his first encounter with monsters--when he was twelve.
Personality:
Keegan is a people person--he's at his best when he's in a group, be it in battle or just hanging out. He has a knack for getting along with a large variety of people, as well. He can be charming and entertaining; he tends to have many friends, but rarely any to call close. He is often too flighty to keep close friendships for long, and has a tendency to filter through best friends and girlfriends. It isn't out of deliberate callousness, Keeg just doesn't realize what he is doing. In that way, he can be selfish. He does have good intentions, though, and rarely wants to actually harm someone.
He trusts easily and is painfully loyal, two traits which can backfire exponentially. When betrayed, he falls into a sullen depression that consists of droopy behavior and listless puppy-eyes. He disguises his sadness when in public and many people have trouble spotting cracks in his friendly facade. After the initial despair wears off, Keegan pushes the issue away and moves on. Essentially, he strives to forgive and forget. He's a good compartmentalizer.
Optimism could be Keeg's middle name with the way he acts. He is a stalwart about everything turning out all right in the end and always looks at the silver lining. In fact, one of the very few ways to bring out his temper is to be a pessimist, or rather... a vocal pessimist. He's not a fan of talking about the camp's potential doom. Otherwise, Keeg is a calm guy. His emotions are fluid and rarely extreme. When joyous, his response is usually just a giant grin and some hugging.
Good Habits:
-He's good at bumping up moral and cheering people up.
-Keegan is a good public speaker.
Powers:
-Keegan exert energy in the form of a tangible shield that glows cool fire colors--yellow, orange, and red--when touched. It can be focussed into a more powerful, smaller shield (like a traditional shield) or can be expanded to encompass his entire body and other people/items (if they are close enough and touching Keegan). The larger the shield-range gets, the weaker it becomes--like when you blow a bubble with chewing gum. Keegan's shield is a direct line to his health and, consequently, when it 'pops' he suffers severe injury--starting with unconsciousness.
-Keegan also has the inherit ability to use his shielding power to defend buildings (usually the hearth) in a similar way, although doing this is very draining. He can absorb himself into the building's walls and use the same energy to ward off attacks. When doing this, he suffers any injury the building does. If a catapult takes a chunk out of the building's wall, for example, then upon returning to his human form Keegan would have a proportional laceration on his body. While in this form and protecting the hearth, the hearth's fire explodes into a large bonfire that clings to the wall and ceiling closest to it.
Strengths:
-Calm
-Athletic, healthy
-Sturdy (magically and non)
-Charismatic
-Loyal
-Optimistic
Likes:
-People
-Soccer
-Capture the Flag
-Ice cream (Strawberry)
-Cheeseburgers
-Girls
-Warmth
Bad Habits:
-He will lie to make others feel better.
-He 'goes down with the ship', so to speak.
Weaknesses:
-Having his shields struck down
-Trusts easily
-Loyal
-Can be selfish and insensitive
-Teumessian Fox (the beast that gave him his scars)
-Peanuts (he's allergic to them)
Fears:
-Being Alone
-Drowning
-Heights (essentially, anything that takes him too far away, vertically, from his hearth)
-Peanuts
Dislikes:
-Peanuts
-Tofu
-Girls with a lot of make-up
-Pessimists
-Silence
-Philadelphia (his childhood home)
-Archery
Interests:
-Soccer
-Sports
-Cooking
-Parties
-American History
-Snakes
-Parkour
Roleplay Sample:
The sun beat onto his retreating back, warming the expanse of his shoulders. It was quite a hot evening and, consequently, the majority of the people he passed on Diagon Alley were wearing appropriate clothing for the heat. Unfortunately, Regulus had just gotten off work and was stuck in his uniform until he got home. His black polo and trousers caught the heat of the sun like a solar panel, trapping it within the garments. He could feel sweat beading up on his back, ready to trickle down his spine at any given moment. It was an irritating situation, and one that he could do very little about until he got home.
Regulus scowled and rolled his shoulders to exercise some air movement in his shirt, but to no avail. Up ahead, he caught sight of the colorful ice cream shop of Diagon Alley—Florean’s and breathed a sigh. Maybe he would stop inside for a short while. It would be cool in there, and sweets always made him feel better. Hiking his satchel up higher onto his shoulder, Regulus picked up his pace and made a beeline for Florean Fortescue’s Ice Cream Parlor. The best part about the ice cream parlor was that it would, ironically, give him some space. Death Eaters and other associated Slytherins weren’t known for their sweet teeth.
A bell chimed as he entered and instinctually he swooped a gray-green eye across the room. It was a habit one picked up while fighting a war. Even though the Death Eaters wore masks to help hide their identities, he still felt tense in public places, as if someone was going to leap out at him and screech “Death Eater!”. Thanks to the heat, there were quite a few people in the parlor. Most of the small circular tables were taken with couples and groups of young people, happily enjoying their frozen treats. Regulus crossed the room and ordered a double scoop of chocolate from the girl behind the counter before taking a seat near the window. He heaved his satchel up onto the table and busied his free hand with undoing the latch and pulling out a brown leather-bound book. On the front it read Spells of the Elements in a flowing, silvery font. It was new; he had just bought it this evening after scouring Diagon Alley’s bookstore for a book with a water-repelling spell. His newest project kept failing and he surmised that it was because the water interfered with its movement. Therefore, he needed something to make it waterproof.
He flipped through the pages until he came to the one he wanted. There were a couple of water-repelling spells, most of which were for specific things. However, the one he wanted happened to be the simplest and he could have sworn he learned about it in school. It didn’t matter. He’d forgotten it. He skimmed over the subject, mouthing the words as he went, and then shut the book again. He left it on top of his bag, as he saw no harm in doing so.
Leaning back on his metal chair, he turned his river-stone eyes out the window. It was a perfectly cheerful day, innocent, and all-around pleasant. For once, it applied to him too. Today had been a fairly nice day, despite the heat. Work had been enjoyable—there hadn’t been any crotchety customers demanding refunds or insulting the cluttered nature of the shop. Sure, it was a bit jumbled, but that was only because they had so many gadgets and instruments. His boss Ilsa had already magically enlarged the shop twice already and doing so again was not a good idea. If the expanding spell was damaged they were already at risk of being unpleasantly squished together. His Dark Mark hadn’t ached at all, either. Usually there was some manner of twinge or pang to strike through his forearm during the day, thanks to the Dark Lord’s moods. His darkest moods tended to transfer out and affect his followers’ Marks with a slight burning sensation. Apparently, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was having a good day, which also meant someone else was having a bad one.
A loud squeal caused him to jump and jerk his head back to the inside of the establishment, eyes wide. He relaxed visibly upon seeing that it was only a small child in an uproar about a couple of her gummy ice cream toppings slipping to the floor and even managed a half-smile in jest of his own jumpiness.