Phloem

Camp Half Blood

Billy was crouched down behind some shrubbery, trying to blend into the background as much as possible. To have the opposing team spot him would be disastrous, and it'd really throw a metaphorical wrench into their plans. But going unnoticed wasn't so much a problem for him as not dozing off was. If he had to be honest, waiting in ambush wasn't the most exciting thing ever, and the sound of rustling leaves would've been more than enough to put him to sleep any other day. And then when he did fall asleep, nothing short of a nuclear explosion could wake him up. Apparently, there'd been some sort of bear attack the night before, and he had absolutely no idea until someone actually told him about it. Reining in his wandering thoughts, he brought his attention back to the fluttering flag about ten yards away. Normally, Billy wouldn't even have dreamt of doing something like this, but if helping his team win a game of Capture The Flag was going to prove that there was more to him than just "the weird kid", then Capture The Flag, it was. To prepare, he'd chugged down a good four cans of Red Bull. Energy buzz or a heart attack waiting to happen? Only time would tell. As of the moment, he was more than a little twitchy, but at least he didn't feel like falling asleep.

Billy quickly went through the plan again in his head. Since his knowledge of military strategies extended only to World Of Warcraft raid formations, he didn't really have much input in the brainstorming session. Pretty much all he did was volunteer to defend their team's flag. At first, he'd contemplated joining the offense, but had decided against it. As a son of Hypnos, he constantly emitted an aura which made people feel mildly tired in his presence. That probably wouldn't have bode well for his teammates. So, he ended up leaving most of the planning to Reagan and the others. After all, she was a daughter of Athena, the goddess of battle strategy. It was only logical to follow her instruction. Rolling the chain of his pocket-watch/mace between his fingers, Billy kept watch for any sign of the opposing team.

Camp Half Blood

philp123 said
Phloem: Bit too Peaceful unfortunately, needs to be a be able to actually fight because there will be fight scenarios in which he will need to use hand to hand combat. if you edit that and make him a bit more violent i'll accept him.

Fixed it! ...I think. Hope he's okay now. Gave him an actual weapon and changed his personality a little bit.

Camp Half Blood

Yay, someone recognized him! I love Misfits. :'D

Camp Half Blood

Billy stands at a solid 5'11'' and weighs in at about 170 pounds, he has broad shoulders and an angular face. Everything about him is thick — neck, arms and wrists, legs and ankles, fingers. He's also kind of slouchy. His shoulders roll a bit forward, he’s often standing with knees bent, hands in his pockets. It’s mostly out of laziness, though he grows to full height when threatened. Big, blue eyes lend him a perpetual deer in the headlights look. As for his clothing, Billy dresses very casually. A lot of v-necks, tank tops, 3/4 sleeve shirts. When it’s cold, he’s got sweatshirts or heavy flannels, but Camp Half-Blood never really gets cold enough for sweaters. He wears a lot of loose fitting ripped jeans, board or cargo shorts. They don’t fit that well, but he’s very comfortable in them. He likes things a little baggy.

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Name: William "Billy" Ziegler

Gender: Male

Age: 18

Personality: No matter how many hours of sleep Billy gets a night, he is always tired. It’s not the ‘a cup of coffee will waken me up’ kind of tired, but more so the ‘I haven’t slept for two days straight’ kind of tired. It makes moving quickly or showing intense emotion difficult, and Billy has never sought help for his constant exhaustion because he thinks it fits in perfectly with his quiet way of being. Although he does spend a lot of money on energy drinks every week. Needless to say, he can be a little awkward at times. Nervous to speak up, but desperate to make friends, Billy tries his hardest to be heard and accepted by the others, which only helps to fuel everyone else’s suspicion he’s a little odd; his offers to help usually falling on deaf ears. All in all, he’s a generally happy, mellow guy but when his stronger emotions do surface... Jealousy, protectiveness, hunger, exhaustion, any of these very common things can set him off. And then when he blows, he really blows. Shouting, crying, physical violence, you name it. But this isn't a side of him people see very often.

History: William Ziegler had always been one to enjoy the simple things in life. The sound of wind blowing through the trees; the way pondwater rippled when a raindrop hit it; the taste of freshly squeezed juice. Peace and serenity were his two favorite words as a child, and his guardians never had to use the meditation tapes or classical music to help him sleep. He grew up with his aunt and uncle, both parents seemingly vanished from the face of the earth. His guardians didn’t face any problems raising him, according to them, he was in general, very easy to please -- never fussing, and never complaining when it was bedtime. A model child, apart from the occasional temper tantrum.

It wasn’t until Billy grew older - well into his middle school years, in fact - that his guardians began to suspect something was off about his peaceful sleeping habits. Whenever Billy became relaxed or comfortable with his surroundings, the chances of him falling asleep right then and there skyrocketed to pretty much a hundred percent. The family doctor tried to diagnose his extreme sleepiness as narcolepsy, but his guardians refused that explanation, instead enrolling him into extra fitness classes in an attempt to keep him more alert. When that failed - he always fell asleep whenever they did stretches sitting down - they took him out again and, out of ideas, only made him promise to be more aware of his surroundings and to "try to sleep less."

It was only when Billy took the bus back home one day that he realised what he was. As usual, he fell asleep halfway through the trip, but it was fine since he remembered to set an alarm; he'd get woken up when it was his stop and walk the extra two blocks to reach his house, simple as that. Except this time, that wasn't the case. Somehow, he managed to subconsciously put every single person in the bus to sleep. Including the bus driver. Simply put, Billy almost caused a fatal traffic accident. But thankfully, Lady Luck smiled upon them all that day, and despite the fact that the bus ran into a solid brick wall, everyone got out safely with nothing more than a few bumps and scratches.

Soon enough, a satyr sent out scouting caught wind of the Hypnos child in town, and decided to visit Billy and his family to explain the situation. After everything had been cleared up, the young man's guardians were understandably flabbergasted. Billy moved to Camp Half-Blood in order to learn more about his abilities and heritage, a decision he made with his guardians, who in turn supported him wholeheartedly. They thought it was for the best, his inability to control his powers would probably get someone killed, sooner rather than later.

Godly parent: Hypnos

Signature Weapon: Billy is pretty pacifistic, preferring to talk things out instead of fighting. But if worse comes to worst, he isn't against hurting people, an imperial gold mace being his weapon of choice. The mace transforms into a Victorian-style pocket watch when not in use.

HOGWARTS: THE CURSED CHILD

Would I be able to make a professor of some sort?

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Gus careened into the Great Hall, carelessly grabbing a bit of everything for breakfast. He knew it was almost time for everyone to head to class, but it wasn't his fault. Well, technically it was, but his friends were a bunch of dicks for not waking him up anyway. Taking a huge bite out of the ham sandwich in his hands, he scoured the tables for something to wash it down. At the speed he was eating, it was a miracle he hadn't actually choked yet. Soon enough, Gus managed to get his hands on a glass of orange juice. It was ice-cold, too. That was one of the best things about going to a magical school like Hogwarts; the drinks were always refrigerated.

Within seconds, Gus managed to finish all of his food and drink. It was pretty impressive, if he did say so himself. In another life, he might've made a fine competitive eater. Plus, he was still hungry. Deciding that he probably had just a bit more time to eat, he helped himself to a second serving, finishing it as quickly as he did the first one. It was only after a few moments that he noticed the mess he had made. Thankfully though, almost everyone had already made their way to class, and there weren't many people left to stare disapprovingly at him. Gus gave his mouth a good wipe with a napkin before standing up, dusting the residual crumbs off his robes. Now, he better get to class quick. He knew how Professor Babbling was, and the last thing he wanted was for her to throw a fit just because he was a couple minutes late. Books and wand in arm, he hurried over to join his friends waiting by the doorway.

"Took you long enough, Gus."

"Hey! You guys were the ones who left without me." Gus retorted and rolled his eyes. Recalling the schedule, he let out a dejected sigh. Whoever thought putting Study Of Ancient Runes as the first class of the day was clearly wrong in the head. "Anyway, Ancient Runes is first period. Hope you guys are ready."

A chorus of groans erupted from the group as the members each began complaining about how boring the class was. Not that any of it mattered, they still had to attend it. But complaining sure as hell made them feel better about staring at symbols on a page for hours on end.

Game of Thrones: Night's Watch RP

I'm interested too. C:

Shadows of the City

School's starting soon and I probably won't have time to handle two characters at once. Don't really want my character to be anything other than a Lycan, either. So, I guess I'm sitting this one out as well. Anyway, have fun, guys! :D

Shadows of the City

I think I'll be making a Lycan soon. Or are there too many already? :U

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Okay, just pretend Gus is on autopilot right now. My mum might kill me if I don't get off the computer immediately. BYEEE, have fun!