Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2014 2:25:25 GMT -5
::Student & Staff Application::"We the Spartans fight, fearless of Death. What do you fight for?"
Name: Logan Gregori Agosti
Time at Xorinthia: About a month
Gender: Male
Species: Vampire
Age: Looks around 25. {Actual age is 2415}
Position: Security {Guard}
Personality:
Logan is an outstanding strategist; able to think calmly in the most stressful of situations. He knows how to create order and get the attention he needs to get things done. He is very calm natured, out spoken, and very serious. He isn't entirely a workaholic, but rarely does he take the time for play or the pursuit of happiness; usually because he just doesn't seem to hold much interest for the little thing. Instead; he is always looking to the bigger picture and to the success of himself and his job.
He is confident in himself, sometimes too confident that it gets him into trouble at times. He's daring and enjoys trying to push and test his limits to see how far he can push others when the situation is right to best suit his needs. He wants to be the best and that's what he'll strive to do, whether or not it gets him into trouble a lot of the time.
He does try to act noble and gentleman like if he has a need for it, whether to get the attention of his piers or the attention of an attractive person.
Likes:
Guys
Color Red
Blood
Playing the piano
Singing
Dislikes:
White {the color}
Most humans
Goody Two Shoes
Stoic People
Looks/Physical Description:
He has brown hair, brown eyes combination, along with the bone structure that the Agosti's share and that tall and muscular build that is found in their family too. He has a visibly defined six-pack and rather large biceps. He is slightly athletic, but mostly kick boxing athletics, so he has a fighter's build. His skin is pale, but tans easily.
He tends to wear a lot of band t-shirts and different colored skinny-jeans with various different colored converse trainers. Usually he'll wear one colored converse shoe on one foot and the contrasting color on the other foot. He's rather odd that way.
Backstory:
Pheo, named for the phoenix, was born in ancient Sparta close to two hundred years after the defeat of the Helots, but in a time of great disproportion, when there were for once too many women with not enough men. Pheo's mother had already born many daughters to her husband, but in an agreement of necessity between the three, allowed herself to be begotten with child for Tamakos, who had not yet found a woman available to take as a wife. Since marriages were of convenience and necessity for the state, not an emotional affair, such an arrangement had become quite common, but only ever took place if the three agreed to it. Women in Sparta had always carried stronger voices than their Greek sisters, and were some of the first women to have voices among men at all.
Pheo was raised apart from the boys his age, since at the age of seven they were all taken to the barracks to train for the massive and undefeated army of Sparta, but he learned much of the same things: how to fight, mostly, and how to survive. He quickly became the best fighter of his gender and age. When he came of age around sixteen, men who had completed their training and were now allowed to seek a wife..or lover, began to watch him, many approaching him as well as women. According to Spartan custom, a man could take almost any unclaimed woman or man he wanted, but if they didn't wish their union, they could fight him off to prevent it. Pheo was almost defeated and raped--as Westerners would call it--eight times before a man fought with him and took him as his lover.
The vampire must have been sick with thirst, because he fell on Pheo, the second dusk fell when he was nearly back to the village after gathering sticks for their fire. His lover had already left for the attack on a neighboring state. As soon as Pheo discovered that his fighting skills would do nothing against his unseen attacker, he began to shriek a battle cry meant to rouse all who were near and alert them to the stranger's violent presence. The vampire instantly vanished, abandoning him, bones broken and flesh bleeding into the loam. He was just far enough away from the village that no one had heard him.
As soon as he recognized that he was cognizable and could operate semi-normally again, Pheo realized that his heart was no longer beating. Enraged and sick with grief and guilt for losing his life, Pheo sprinted across states in an attempt to follow the creature who had rebirthed him into death. He killed anyone who came across his path and ravaged an entire nomadic village when he stumbled across it. He never found the man who turned him.
After several years Pheo's rage cooled to an icy spike that he reserved for him alone, and he began to return to his Spartan way of living. He knew he could never return to where he was assumed dead, so he changed his name to Daedric and traveled to Athens, going back and forth between Persia and Greece, eventually causing the downfall of the snobbish Athenians who had turned their fine noses up at the strength and audacity of his people and the positions their women and men held. When he went to Rome, he changed his name again, this time to Cressid, and cheered on the burning of the Christians who worshiped a single god. On his travels throughout Rome, he learned both from commoners and criminals alike how to pick locks, how to stalk through shadows, and how to steal. Petty crimes, but they brought him snide pleasures, stealing from the affluent, fat, opulent slobs who thought they were so much better than everyone around them.
Later, he went to France, quickly becoming irritated with their too prideful ways. What were they so proud of anyway? They had never won a war of their own. So Cressid changed his calling again, this time to Beryl, and circled France and England, learning as much about each as he could. When Joan of Arc, Jeanne d'Arc to the French, began claiming herself to be the voice and eyes to her corrupt God, Beryl shook his head in disgust and moved semi-permanently to England, seeping from large city to large city, spreading his thoughts on the lying, blinded girl, and rousing the country against her. The English eventually captured her, when she was reckless enough to think she could lead the French's army with no training, and Beryl smirked when they burned her.
It was after a few hundred years he came to another country when a vampire unknown to him approached him, having pieced together the treachery and villainy of his past, and voicing an interest in procuring his talents. Intrigued, and interested in spending more time with those of his own kind, he agreed, changing his name to Logan this time. He has now entered the mythological school here, mostly for the hell of it and is now a guard.
Abilities: Telekinesis: Ability to manipulate and control objects with the mind. The more this ability is used, the more strain it places on the brain, and can lead to migraine headaches or in worst case scenarios, an aneurysm.
Face Claim: Austin Carlile
