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[attr="class","hopelovename"] [attr="class","hopelovename2"] Azriel Britton Quinn [attr="class","hopelovelyric"]
[attr="class","hopeloveleft"]NICKNAMES(S) //Az [attr="class","hopeloveleft"]AGE // twenty-four [attr="class","hopeloveleft"]GODLY PARENT // vulcan [attr="class","hopeloveleft"]COHORT // 1st cohort [attr="class","hopeloveleft"]STATUS // legionnaire [attr="class","hopeloveleft"]SEXUALITY // heterosexual |
[attr="class","hopelovetitle"]PERSONALITY
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[LOYAL] It sounds like a bit of a roman cliché, but he's loyal to a possible fault. He has strong ties to New Rome and the legion and doesn't easily trust outsiders. He has plans of spending his future in New Rome just like his mother and father before him and has no interest in the world outside of camp's borders. [break][break]
[HOT-TEMPERED] Like godly father, like son. The boy has a temper. He isn't a sensitive sort but when people push his buttons, there's not much patience in the tank. He tries his best to keep the fire at bay, sometimes literally, but when it comes to idiocy or disrespect there's simply not enough deep breathing exercises in the world to cool his temper. [break][break]
[SOFTY] To the rare, occasional, person who he finds himself tolerating, he can be very sweet. It's usually people who take the weapons that he creates and actually uses and cares for them the way he intended. It's not all of them though and gods help you if you try flattery. Sometimes he just tolerates a person much more than the rest and he has been known to be quite protective of those rare few. Sometimes creating special things for them or working with them one-on-one to perfect a weapon he designed. [break][break]
[FOCUSED] When he finds something that interests him he tends to get tunnel vision until his curiosity is satisfied. It can be anything from a new weapon or challenge he needs to work around or why Ancient Romans did this versus that, etc. He likes following his interest. He's intelligent when it comes to things that he knows well and has an interest in, but ask him to study latin or the works of Emily small thingenson and he's lost [break][break]
[FOODIE] He enjoys cooking. His father was always in the kitchen baking or cooking this and that and from a very young age he taught the boy how to cook as well. One of the fastest ways to his heart is a sweet cupcake or cookie. [break][break]
[LOYAL] It sounds like a bit of a roman cliché, but he's loyal to a possible fault. He has strong ties to New Rome and the legion and doesn't easily trust outsiders. He has plans of spending his future in New Rome just like his mother and father before him and has no interest in the world outside of camp's borders. [break][break]
[HOT-TEMPERED] Like godly father, like son. The boy has a temper. He isn't a sensitive sort but when people push his buttons, there's not much patience in the tank. He tries his best to keep the fire at bay, sometimes literally, but when it comes to idiocy or disrespect there's simply not enough deep breathing exercises in the world to cool his temper. [break][break]
[SOFTY] To the rare, occasional, person who he finds himself tolerating, he can be very sweet. It's usually people who take the weapons that he creates and actually uses and cares for them the way he intended. It's not all of them though and gods help you if you try flattery. Sometimes he just tolerates a person much more than the rest and he has been known to be quite protective of those rare few. Sometimes creating special things for them or working with them one-on-one to perfect a weapon he designed. [break][break]
[FOCUSED] When he finds something that interests him he tends to get tunnel vision until his curiosity is satisfied. It can be anything from a new weapon or challenge he needs to work around or why Ancient Romans did this versus that, etc. He likes following his interest. He's intelligent when it comes to things that he knows well and has an interest in, but ask him to study latin or the works of Emily small thingenson and he's lost [break][break]
[FOODIE] He enjoys cooking. His father was always in the kitchen baking or cooking this and that and from a very young age he taught the boy how to cook as well. One of the fastest ways to his heart is a sweet cupcake or cookie. [break][break]
[attr="class","hopelovetitle"]BIOGRAPHY
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Mother: Charlotte (Warren) Quinn | Daughter of Bellona[break]
Adoptive Father: Brandon Quinn | Mortal with the sight[break]
Father: Vulcan[break]
Claimed | At camp for nine years
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Charlotte Warren was perfectly content to live her life in New Rome. She had been there since she was a child. She had never even considered a life outside of its borders. One day, however, curiosity struck and the woman found herself leaving the safety of the mini city and finding out how mortals lived, just for a day. At least that had been the plan. She had found the normal mundane humans interesting though and one day turned into one week, and then one week into three. She allowed herself to let go, to be daring and adventurous. She had been at a car race, of all things, one day when she was drawn to one of the engines. She herself had never worked with engines, but it called to her in some odd way similar to the pull she sometimes felt when she used her telumkinesis powers. The owner of the car was handsome and the two ended up spending an evening together after the track had been emptied. The next morning she woke to find a small note of thanks with the symbol of Vulcan on it, as if she had been nothing more than a plaything for his service. She had felt taken advantage of but more than that she was terrified. [break][break]
She had decided to leave immediately for New Rome and pray that there would be no lasting consequences for her endeavors. Along the way she stopped at a small restaurant where she had been the sole person there. The chef and owner had apologized for the lack of staff and she had waved it off. As she waited for her food the realization of what had happened overwhelmed her and she found herself crying. The man had given her company, a sympathetic ear to listen, and at the end of it all, had made her forget about her problems. She had stayed another day in the mortal world. Then a month. It was at the end of that month that she found out she was pregnant. The mortal, Brandon, had known it wasn't his but hadn't cared. They were in love and Charlotte knew she couldn't leave him. The idea of lying to him had never crossed her mind, so she told him the truth of what she was and what the child could be. He had been astonished, but hadn't left. So they got married and nine months later, Azriel was born. [break][break]
Their life had been a good one, but hadn't been very long. At least not their life out in the real world. When Azriel was just seven months old, a monster attacked the family. Charlotte had handled it quickly and efficiently, but the amazing part of it all was that Brandon had seen it all. He was a blessed mortal with the sight, which allowed him safe entry into New Rome with her and their child. The family immediately left the mortal world, never to look back. So Azriel grew up, surrounded by others like him. He led a safe and wonderful life with other young demigods who were also legacies. He trained from the moment he could hold a sword and dreamed of the days when he could finally go to Camp Jupiter. When he was fourteen, almost fifteen, his mother sent him away to the Wolf House where he excelled. He only stayed there a short four months before being approved ready for Camp Jupiter. With his reference letters in hand he was claimed immediately by Vulcan and put into the first co-hort. [break][break]
After his first year was under his belt, he and a group of friends decided to celebrate by taking a camping trip in the mountains outside of Camp's protected borders. They had gotten permission and set out. Unfortunately that many demigods packed into one area was a monster beacon and as they had made camp for the night, something deadly found them. The boys had fought as well as they could but it took out four before Az and one other boy knew they had to run. So run they did. The other boy hadn't made it, but thankfully for Azriel he had stumbled upon a mortal with a very fast car. The girl had screamed in panic, clearly seeing what he was seeing and Azriel realized that she had the sight, like his father did. The two spend the next few weeks together in survival mode as they tried to lose the creature. [break][break]
Azriel had never met a girl like her before. She was brave, almost as much as any of the Roman girls who he had met before. She was also funny and sweet. She had been all that he, at the age of fifteen, could think about. He had tried convincing her to go with him to New Rome. To accept the safety that it offered but she had been stubborn and refused. Before he could protest too much she had told him about the Hunters and that she was going to join them. He had listened quietly before making his case. Did she not care about the possibility of love? Did she not want a family? They were all valid questions, at least he had thought so, but she hadn't. The girl had left in irritation and whatever small magic they had between them was shattered into oblivion. [break][break]
So he had made his own way back home. He ran into a search party from Camp, an hour away from the border. They had found the other boys and had almost given up on finding him. His mother had been relieved but furious, making him promise to never leave the camp's borders again. He had agreed, not caring to see the mortal world ever again. Eventually, time passed on. He has put 9 years into serving the legion and is on his last year of duty. He plans on going to college in New Rome and eventually settling down there. Though he's never met anyone who he could ever see himself with. [break][break]
Mother: Charlotte (Warren) Quinn | Daughter of Bellona[break]
Adoptive Father: Brandon Quinn | Mortal with the sight[break]
Father: Vulcan[break]
Claimed | At camp for nine years
[break][break]
Charlotte Warren was perfectly content to live her life in New Rome. She had been there since she was a child. She had never even considered a life outside of its borders. One day, however, curiosity struck and the woman found herself leaving the safety of the mini city and finding out how mortals lived, just for a day. At least that had been the plan. She had found the normal mundane humans interesting though and one day turned into one week, and then one week into three. She allowed herself to let go, to be daring and adventurous. She had been at a car race, of all things, one day when she was drawn to one of the engines. She herself had never worked with engines, but it called to her in some odd way similar to the pull she sometimes felt when she used her telumkinesis powers. The owner of the car was handsome and the two ended up spending an evening together after the track had been emptied. The next morning she woke to find a small note of thanks with the symbol of Vulcan on it, as if she had been nothing more than a plaything for his service. She had felt taken advantage of but more than that she was terrified. [break][break]
She had decided to leave immediately for New Rome and pray that there would be no lasting consequences for her endeavors. Along the way she stopped at a small restaurant where she had been the sole person there. The chef and owner had apologized for the lack of staff and she had waved it off. As she waited for her food the realization of what had happened overwhelmed her and she found herself crying. The man had given her company, a sympathetic ear to listen, and at the end of it all, had made her forget about her problems. She had stayed another day in the mortal world. Then a month. It was at the end of that month that she found out she was pregnant. The mortal, Brandon, had known it wasn't his but hadn't cared. They were in love and Charlotte knew she couldn't leave him. The idea of lying to him had never crossed her mind, so she told him the truth of what she was and what the child could be. He had been astonished, but hadn't left. So they got married and nine months later, Azriel was born. [break][break]
Their life had been a good one, but hadn't been very long. At least not their life out in the real world. When Azriel was just seven months old, a monster attacked the family. Charlotte had handled it quickly and efficiently, but the amazing part of it all was that Brandon had seen it all. He was a blessed mortal with the sight, which allowed him safe entry into New Rome with her and their child. The family immediately left the mortal world, never to look back. So Azriel grew up, surrounded by others like him. He led a safe and wonderful life with other young demigods who were also legacies. He trained from the moment he could hold a sword and dreamed of the days when he could finally go to Camp Jupiter. When he was fourteen, almost fifteen, his mother sent him away to the Wolf House where he excelled. He only stayed there a short four months before being approved ready for Camp Jupiter. With his reference letters in hand he was claimed immediately by Vulcan and put into the first co-hort. [break][break]
After his first year was under his belt, he and a group of friends decided to celebrate by taking a camping trip in the mountains outside of Camp's protected borders. They had gotten permission and set out. Unfortunately that many demigods packed into one area was a monster beacon and as they had made camp for the night, something deadly found them. The boys had fought as well as they could but it took out four before Az and one other boy knew they had to run. So run they did. The other boy hadn't made it, but thankfully for Azriel he had stumbled upon a mortal with a very fast car. The girl had screamed in panic, clearly seeing what he was seeing and Azriel realized that she had the sight, like his father did. The two spend the next few weeks together in survival mode as they tried to lose the creature. [break][break]
Azriel had never met a girl like her before. She was brave, almost as much as any of the Roman girls who he had met before. She was also funny and sweet. She had been all that he, at the age of fifteen, could think about. He had tried convincing her to go with him to New Rome. To accept the safety that it offered but she had been stubborn and refused. Before he could protest too much she had told him about the Hunters and that she was going to join them. He had listened quietly before making his case. Did she not care about the possibility of love? Did she not want a family? They were all valid questions, at least he had thought so, but she hadn't. The girl had left in irritation and whatever small magic they had between them was shattered into oblivion. [break][break]
So he had made his own way back home. He ran into a search party from Camp, an hour away from the border. They had found the other boys and had almost given up on finding him. His mother had been relieved but furious, making him promise to never leave the camp's borders again. He had agreed, not caring to see the mortal world ever again. Eventually, time passed on. He has put 9 years into serving the legion and is on his last year of duty. He plans on going to college in New Rome and eventually settling down there. Though he's never met anyone who he could ever see himself with. [break][break]
[attr="class","hopelovetitle"]POWERS, SKILLS & WEAPONS
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Pyrokinesis: He has control over fire and flame. He can summon a flame at will and has worked with his powers long enough that he's quite accurate with it. Summoning a small flame while working or creating doesn't take much out of him. Anything large and that demands his concentration will begin to take its toll on him though. If he gets very angry or upset, occasionally he will create a flame that he did not intend to create. He is also immune to the effects of fire and flame.
Pyrokinesis: He has control over fire and flame. He can summon a flame at will and has worked with his powers long enough that he's quite accurate with it. Summoning a small flame while working or creating doesn't take much out of him. Anything large and that demands his concentration will begin to take its toll on him though. If he gets very angry or upset, occasionally he will create a flame that he did not intend to create. He is also immune to the effects of fire and flame.
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PLAYED BY ADDI
PLAYED BY ADDI
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NASH, WYATT as azriel quinn
NASH, WYATT as azriel quinn
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