Post by romahetaoni on Jun 5, 2013 14:28:40 GMT -5
`HERACLES KARPUSI!!
`YOU KNOW IM NOT MUCH BETTER WITHOUT YOU!
NICKNAMES None
AGE 15
GENDER Male
ETHNICITY Greek or Hellenic
GRADE 10 - Sophomore
SPECIAL ABILITY(s) Zoolingualism: Power/Ability to communicate with animals. Heracles is like a walking animal translator, either it be speaking his language himself or sounding like an animal! Yes, Heracles at times starts meowing to his pocket kitten and it responds. Though most of the time, the mood is sensed rather than spoken. It is possible Heracles could talk or, how others call it, whisper to some other forms of animals besides cats. However, Heracles would like to stay in his comfort zone with his fellow felines.
HOW DID THEY FIGURE OUT?
To be honest, Heracles was speaking with animals, mostly cats since the very beginning. Once he finally got his best present ever, a kitten, a started speaking with her. The kitten grew attached with dear Heracles and he could feel the same. It was a cute thing to see the little Greek with his pet cat, though to be completely honest, they did not look like an owner and his pet. That very Greek and his kitten, looked like family or really close friends. Taking her everywhere with him, doing all he could to feed, shelter, and keep her safe. Heracles thought everyone as well could tell that the animal could speak, until his Turkish relative told him that he was the only one talking with them.
That, was just so strange. Heracles took it no further than that. He simply thought that he was dumb, it was ridiculous that only he heard them speak. That stupid Turk had no idea, right? He was loud, and full of himself, he was old anyway. Though he quickly found out that maybe that very guy was not the only one to tell him that Heracles seemed to either speak their language, or that when he translated things to people, that they were right when it came true. Simple things like their cat was angry and willing to inflict damage on every household item, which was always true. Though again, Heracles never took it any further. He always was assuming it was normal, or that the people never understood the felines.
Always saying this to himself and suggesting this was the truth, though it was a safe bet somewhere deep inside that Heracles felt like an outsider. Why was he the only one that could understand the felines? Trying so hard to push that very feeling behind, though day by day he found it hard to do so. When the Greek finally found the time and place to talk with his relative about it,
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`YOU STOLE MY HEART THEN YOU KICKED IT ASIDE!
1.Cats or kittens, any kind little animal in the feline family for that matter. Heracles held a fairly strong love for felines even when he was little. It would always come out in spurts, like after he would recite some small fact of philosophy. The Greek would even at times pester anyone related to him that he wanted a pet kitten, the innocence was bliss though, right?
2.Moderate lighting or anything bright is his hope and joy. It is, if he can not see it, then there is a slightly unsettling feeling in the pit of his gut. Granted seeing is not always the best choice of action for any kind of situation since the Greek believes the eyes can deceive you, yet even still it would be nice to see.
3.70-90 degree temperatures or any temperature that gets him sweating, he likes it. True, it sort of is weird, but Heracles grew attacked with the heat. Possibly it was from the fact he was always outside, the sun beating him up or something.
4.Philosophy has always been in his interests even as a little child. It was not that surprising to his family when they would chat normally and then Heracles would sort of just push his way in and ruin the mood sort of. Philosophy was highly emphasized during his past, so he learn fast an quick. Come to think of it; Did Heracles even have a childhood since he always had philosophy in most points of his life, or was his innocence kept with knowledge from others?
6.Any kind of companion makes Heracles happy, whether it be an animal or human. Mostly any presence around him, he would like. That is, unless it is something unsettling or out to get him. Though at times even he himself would not admit it since most of the time he is silent, but it is still nice to have someone around.
7.Ruins are just something that the Greek was always fond of for some reason. It always seemed to give off an exotic, ancient, historical, and somehow religious feeling or presence to them. It was no wonder when Heracles was little he would lay and sleep near or on those very ruins.
8.Sleeping and taking naps is Heracles' prerogative, it is almost like a daily action. Some say it is because he has chronic fatigue, which he does not, he just simply finds a lot of things nice about taking naps. To Heracles, naps are a stress reliever, energy regainer, and are just simple nice. Maybe it is also to mimic a cat's attitude, this is most likely the main reason.
HERACLES' DISLIKES
1.People purposely hating everything he likes tends to, of course, be annoying. Just because Heracles finds something he likes or cares for, does not mean that people have to purposely dislike and talk horridly about all he likes.
2.Dogs are like the attacker of cats, the enemy. It is not that he hates them, at times he may even find puppies adorable. It is just as simple as that fact if cats hate dogs, and Heracles emphasizes cats, then he to will hold some hesitation to interact with one. Though not all cats hate dogs, and some get along in harmony
3.The feeling of tight clothes would of course bother him. Who the hell wants tight clothes anyway? It is to constricting and just does not suit this carefree, sleepy head of a philosopher. If it was up to him, he probably would have even been naked what chances he could get. Though he always keeps himself covered in public, just the clothes have to be loose enough to slightly bag from his body.
4.Loud or obnoxious noises that wake him up are the worst. If he is sleeping and some random person comes along and bothers him from his slumber, of course Heracles is going to be upset! Anyone for that matter is going to be upset. It could even be in one of those times where Heracles needs to be awake, but he would fall asleep anyway and have
5.Strict rules with little to no meaning seemed to always bother the Greek. Why would they be there in the first place for something so dumb? If it does not involve voice from the people being under the rules, keep peace or establish order, there is no need for them.
6.Smoke has become inexcusably unbearable to deal with. Some time ago when Heracles lived with his relatives, one of them smoke a great deal in the time of power and fame. The extravagance in a sense was nice, but the smell of smoking was something the Greek could never get used to.
7.Darkness is simply unnerving and is something he can not deal with, to what reason is understandable. Is Heracles liked the light then it is obvious that he would not like the darkness. True one could never trust the sense of sight, but it is best to rather see then not see at all.
8.Masks does not work, it does not go, Heracles just does not like it. This as well relates to his relative who seems to hold a grand fascination with masks. He has wore it in the past and even now in the present. Over times, it just seems to bring to Heracles a symbol of fear and hatred. Anything that covers the face either it be a knight's visor, masks, or a hood, Heracles does not like them.
FEARS
1.Being cornered just is simply not fair, nor is it something that he would want to happen. When he was little, it just simply because of the whole short vs. big guy thing. Now, even though he has grown more, knows his power is not special much. Talking does not give a relief to being surrounded or cornered by people, animals or what ever kind of things may be.
2.Unknown creatures frighten the Greek to no end, even the mythology creatures frighten him. If it was possible to speak their language since some of them are half animal, Heracles highly doubts there would be any form of connection. Most of them have already paved the way for being destructive, abnormal, evil hearted and insane.
QUIRKS
Dozing off or sleeping entirely to frequently has got to be one of the Greek’s more worst quirks possible. Not only is it annoying, or that is makes him appear completely lazy, but it usually comes to things that does not catch his attention. Sleeping is his own bliss, a stress reliever, energy is regained, a battle between sweet heaven or hell known a dreams, or the simple fact that it is a form a slightly removing himself from the world around him.
Acting like a cat much to often tends to be a pure habit. Since he will never be his dream, a cat, he gets as close as he possibly can. At times Heracles wears cat ears, and tail and some times goes as far as to wear cat paw gloves and shoes. At times it can be a wonder how he appears somewhat stiff when he barely ever moves, but he is somewhat limber from all the cat impersonating.
OVERALL PERSONALITY[/b]
There is not much really to this man though he tends to want a lot of human interaction. He held a strong connection towards philosophy when younger, though seems to not really have been near it as often anymore. His voice tends to be low and monotones, depressed rather. He seems to not really hold such a strong rope with life, though defends it like gold with such reasons he can not seem to answer himself. Holding a strong desire for cats, his mind wonders off about them a lot. Perhaps it could be just his own personal desire to be a newborn kitten, or just his own issue with fatigue of sleep.
His personality seems to constantly run with the attitude of someone just waking up from sleep, even though it may be hours after he was awoken. Very gentle and touchy with close friends or anyone for that matter around him, though that story changes with anything else or people that he holds grudges against. Disliking advanced things like computers, he holds only patience and love for very simple objects. Electricity is not in his kinder heart, or anything that replaces human contact. It is rather funny how he pulls people close to him and others and objects then punches away, perhaps it may deal with his past or ideas of things. Though with his current conditions, he does not speak much. That is why when he speaks, he speaks little to nothing, and in a low tone.
Though to be honest, he may have many ideas and thoughts to convey, though can never have the right choice of words to do so. He usually means well and attempts to make others fell right around him just to have a companion, though occasionally it may be taken the wrong way. For example, he may blurt out something like "If I could have the chance.. I would take a picture of your insides...", when he really means you are beautiful on the outside as well as the inside. As well to the point, he holds a strong desire for love, companionship, and passion. In his life, he has fallen in love with 3 people but has refused to say a word with the thoughts that he may one day ruin their life because of his own selfish desires.
The Greek may seem to be so kindhearted and thinking of others, but it has also been a secret-in-a-lost-bottle to be known that Heracles has a greedily vain side of him and perhaps even lust. Perhaps hidden beneath the surface, but surely tangible if one knows how to work him to the point of it. All-in-all, he is very basic. A quiet, want-to-be cat, who loves to hold and cuddle people, pushes hated people and objects aside, with a secret dark side not many are sure of but is possible that it exists.
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`WHEN HES INSIDE YOU KNOW THERES NO ROOM FOR ME!
[/font]Much to his dismay of thinking, he could not conjure a pure reason for his being in close space. His throat felt hoarse, which could explain his unwillingness to make speech or call out for anything. His stomach felt punctured, or just the feeling of an external object that he had been laying on. Chills ran throughout his entire body which could slightly be explained since we was laying on the ground, he must have fallen asleep. Pure darkness and not even a flicker of light seemed to be caught by turquoise eyes. This man was named Heracles Karpusi, or so he thought, his memories where always jumbled up after his eye lids opened from slumber. Darkness always took him before he slept which worried him and felt him up at nights because of it. Occasionally it would take him without warning like a sniper on the roof waiting for it's kill to approach. The once poker face quickly changed as the pure black came to realization in his head, knowing he felt his eye lids wide open. Spending so much time in the sun, it had become his key, now being in total dark churned his stomach. Fear crept it's way like cold tendrils up his back, though not enough to make him scream. The Greek man felt if he was to scream for simple loss in glow, he would feel just so weak and he knew he was better than that. Though priorities first, figure out where and what this blackness is and how to leave. He felt hard plaster on his fingertips as he reached out. Must be a room, though the run down house he held was not open with plaster, but torn paint.
So this was a safe enough guess to say this this was not his home, or room for that matter. Then his fingertips grazed about the room and felt a sphere like metal object, it just had that feel of being bolted down and now loose from either constant banging or just worn out to it's days. The Greek cringed and recoiled back, it was cold and hard and still unknown to him. A door knob perhaps? Did he loose himself in someone's home? Not that he could recall at the time, no he was not, or could that just be his fears? His mind tried to grasp some kind of logical reason as his hand reached for the hopeful knob, it turned clockwise, clacked a noise, and allowed the Greek to push forward. As the door slowly crept open, the Greek pressed his hands to the ground and raised his knee and foot, the very same position runners have before they dash in races or sporting events. The once worried and slightly fearful face when to his signature, eyes half lidded, lips not curved face as he waited for the door. His once slow beating heart began to come to speed, picking up more and more as the door opened. He was ready to go or take whatever was out there that will soon be there before him. He waited for what seemed like minuets, still poker-faced from before. The image in front of him grew bright, questioning in the same second it was answered, small calculations of reasoning returning and fitting a puzzle. Wooden boards pulled up, walls bashed in, black markings on the walls, the smell of burned sulfur filled the room. It took his breathe, hitched in his throat and made him cough.
There was smoke previously but it must have been to small to start anything huge and burned out on its own. No one and almost nothing he stood up and stepped out. Glass cracked and glistened on the floor under his boot, directing his attention down for a moment then back to this room. Realizing the room, he also turned back, the familiarity almost punching the back of his arms. This was his room! Or so it was, nothing laid about but utter chaos and destruction. Thieves. They must have wanted something and of all luck chose him, they explains why his stomach hurts and why so he was in the closet. Perhaps in the process, the smoke must have come in the door crack and made him pass out with lack of oxygen and knocked him out cold. But he did not have much of any money value to begin with, he did not even have much really.
`YOU LIFT ME UP AND THEN YOU THROW ME BACK DOWN!
AGE 15
WHERE CAN WE CONTACT YOU? I usually am going to be here often as much as I can but if I am not, I have a Kik - RomaHetaOni. If no one can contact me there, I got a FB with the same name.
WHERE DID YOU FIND US? Came from Fight of Flight, looking at the affiliates list
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