Martyn Aris

[Martyn Aris]

Martyn

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* Nobody ever made a force that took a beating like me
I call the earth and every scum to come and try to fight me
Cus when I made the choice to live beyond the dirt that we tread
I felt the curse of mortal limit fall before it was said






*Name:[/u] Martyn Aris
*Gender: male
*Birthday: March 14, 1992
*Age: 16
*Sexuality: Straight
*Olympian Parent: Hephaestus
*Abilities:
-Can manipulate Metal
- Can touch any machine and know exactly how it works and how to use it
- Can make practically anything

*Height: 5’9
*Weight: 195
*Hair: shaggy brown hair
*Eyes: Brown
*Tattoos/Scars: No
*Play By: Shia Labeouf
*General Appearance:
Martyn has spent the last couple of days on a motorcycle, and even before that his wordrobe was never really that big. He doesn't really like trying to empress anyone, if people don't like how he dresses then thats they're issue. He dresses in whats easier not whats nice. When he is working on something that deals with grease like cars, his motorcycle or something like a michanical dragon (not saying he would) he likes to wear jeans and a white t-shirt.

Other then his clothes his looks are those of someone who has been through hell but has come out stronger. His eyes are deep and full of pain and sadness from all that had happened to him. The lose of his mother is etched deep inside them. His hair is a light brown that seems to dissapear if its close with his dark, chocolete brown eyes. And Because of the langth of time he was riding around the country there is the slight shadow of a goatee on his face.

His body is musculer from working in the motorcycle shop and on other projects that have had him needing to lift heavy objects, and from playing soccer. He has played for three years and because of it and working at the shop Martyn has a well toned body, but rarely likes to show it as much as other guys would like to

*Likes:
Soccer
People watching
Taking late night walks
reading
writing
working on his motorcycle

*Dislikes:
People who really think they are better then other people because of how they look
Jocks
Cars

*Strengths:
Soccer
Running
Sword fighting
Making things with his hands
*Weaknesses:
His Mother
Trust
*Habits/Quirks:
Itches the back of his neck when he is nervous
GETS REALLY NERVOUS around women

*Fears:
Others he loves dying
*Secrets: He's really scared shitless of the one who killed his mother.
*Fatal Flaw: Distrust
*Overall Personality: Martyn is a bit of a rebel but at the same time if you gain his trust he will walk with you to death itself. He has moved around a lot in his life so he isn’t really used to having people around for a long period of time. So if does end up meeting others he can be very reserved and even closed off to others until he knows they aren’t going away anytime soon. That of course, doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to have friends. To be honest he tries his hardest to make friends if he knows its permanent and does all he can to make sure it is. When those friends are made you can’t lose him, he will do all he can to protect you.

Something interesting though about Martyn is even though he seems closed off he is actually a very deep minded person. He has a lot to say even though he seems quiet and after his mother’s death his mind has been on over drive. He does a lot of thinking on his spare time, about life about what’s happened and about what will happen. Even though his future is unsure he tries to make the most out of it and now that Craitus has brought him to the camp he hopes to make a central role in whatever needs to be done. This though, is mostly because he hopes that he can fight and kill whatever killed his mother and that training at the camp and helping out will end up leading him down that path.

*Birthplace: Paracise, Colorado
*Hometown: Camp Half-Blood
*Mother: Caroline Aris
*Father: Hephaestus
*Siblings: none

*Overall History: Martyn Aris’ story begins even before he was born. His mother, Caroline Aris, worked in a small town computer repair shop, in a VERY small town in Colorado. Like most suck places in the nineties not many people completely knew how to work or use computers but it seemed that Caroline had a gift. She had had no training at all but gives her time with a machine and she would not only fix it but even make it better and faster. Over time she became so good that town of Paradise, Colorado seemed to be begging for her computers more than those that were made by major companies. Of course she didn’t like the idea that they were fawning over things she made so she tried to tinker with name brand computers and sell them so that the stores suppliers didn’t start losing interest in sell to her shop. What she didn’t know was her fame went far past the bounds of the small town in which she lived. Even some Gods on Olympus were impressed by her skills and the fact that her knowledge seemed to be advanced for the time she was in. Some even guessed she might be the daughter of one among them, even though all denied it. After awhile of watching her Hephaestus decided he wasn’t going to let the others around him just sit there and watch, no he was going to take her as his own. He manipulated the Mist so that Caroline and her friends at the repair shop believed a new employee was coming in named James Haxley, who had just graduated from MIT.

At first Caroline did not like James, considering him a threat to her success but after awhile she only started to admire his abilities with the equipment but after a couple of drinks at the local bar and dinners here and there she began to see past his long hair, slightly scared face and the fact that he was confined to a wheel chair and started to see him even more than a fellow employee. Some say a spark erupted between them that would last a very long time, but the nineteen year old Caroline just thought that she had found a man that actually made sense to be around and even be with. The next nine months seemed to be heaven for the two and for the first time in a long time Caroline was happy with someone.

After eight months though things got a little…..upsetting, it wasn’t fighting or anything that they were fighting or anything, no it was more the fact that James seemed to want to go to the next level in their relationship and Caroline did not. Being raised by a family who were Mormon, even though she left the faith when she moved from home, she had decided she would not be with a man until she was married to him. Hephaestus had a hard time understanding this and did not like how every time he tried to make advances she would tell him he had to ask her the QUISTION first. After almost two weeks of this things escalated and Caroline and “James” had an argument about the very subject that seemed to be now ruling they’re relationship. It became so heated however that James lost control and, out of desperation told her his secret of being the forge god. She took it as an insult that he was making things up and spouted with fresh fury. It wasn’t until Hephaestus lost control one more time and his hands exploded into flame that Caroline, out of pure shock she fell back onto her bed and after a long talk, she woke up there the next morning, lying next to a sleeping Hephaestus.

He didn’t want to leave Caroline, and she begged him to stay but Hephaestus knew that he could never stay long and that it could even be dangerous for her and if she bore him a child, dangerous for them to. So he left Caroline with instructions and told her everything about the gods and the life he led.

Nine months later Caroline Aris gave birth to a very healthy baby boy who she named Martyn Aris. Caroline had been told that her sons life would be hard because of who her father was but she really didn’t bet on it being as hard as it became. It soon became clear however after strange people started taking interest in Martyn as he grew up and, out of protection, Caroline started to move from state to state to keep her son safe. This kept up until he was fourteen, his mom promised that they would stay in one place this time so that he could go to high school and actually have a normal life. It even seemed to go that way for awhile. They’re neighbor, an ex-biker named Craitus, was a good guy and would come over from time to time to joke around with Caroline and show Martyn his motorcycles and other stuff he worked on. The young boy was really excited by all the tools and the creations. It wasn’t even unusual to find him after school in Craitus’ garage working on something that he just thought up. His mother was proud of him every moment he would bring her something new he had worked on. She knew his father would have been proud as well and even told this to Martyn many times. It confused him of course, why his father wasn’t around but every time he tried to ask his mother she seemed to change to subject with expert ease. That was, until his fifteenth birthday came.

Not a lot of people had come, but Martyn didn’t find that unusual, in fact the idea that only his mother, Craitus, and a few guys from the Apple store his mom worked at were at his party was completely fine with him. The Apple guys gave him the newest Ipod and enough accessories to make anyone jealous. He was excited of course but it wasn’t until the old biker gave his gift that things got really interesting. He had said he found it among all his old things, saying a mechanic gave it to him. Odd thing was was when he said this Martyn’s mother gave Craitus a warning look. “that’s a story for another time I guess though.” He had said and handed Martyn a set of leather saddle bags that were designed to rest on a motorbike of some kind. He was confused by this until his mother placed her hands over his eyes and took him outside the house where, when she lifted her hands, he found himself looking at a brand new dirt bike. Craitus had said he had helped with some modifications but the new fifteen year old found that he was more grateful to his mom. He gave her a big hug and ran to the bike in excitement he jumped on and kicked it to life almost immediately. Then the strangest thing happened, a weird red glow seemed to surround him and when he turned to look at the others his mothers face was in shock while the bikers face was contorted into a smirk.

Caroline pushed her friends out of the house, ignoring the constant questions Martyn asked until she knew all the doors were locked and the only ones in the house were the three that needed to be. After telling Martyn to sit down and taking a shot of whiskey she sat down with her son and Craitus and began to explain everything to him. By the end of it her son was shocked but at the same time his face looked like he had expected something like this. She was confused of course but Martyn started to tell her that while he was at school he seemed to only want to go to a couple of his classes. He knew that skipping wasn’t the best thing but he couldn’t help it when he couldn’t understand a lot that was going on. Yes Caroline knew about her son’s slight dyslexia but to find out that her son was now skipping classes other than those that dealt with him making things, it was upsetting. She knew it was because of what he was and everything but she wanted him to have a normal life, something she knew others like him had never really had. It was becoming clear though that this hope of hers was faulty, so she clang to the only thing she could. After telling him about Camp Half-Blood she explained that she still did not want him to actually go to the camp until he was sixteen. Martyn protested, if there was a camp for people like him where we could learn and maybe meet his father he wanted to go. Even the old biker who, Caroline had known from the start was actually a satyr sent by Hephaestus to watch Martyn, seemed to be taken aback by what Caroline had decided. The fight went on for an hour or so but it became fruitless and Martyn stomped off to his room.

After this encounter he became kind of distant from his mother. She had allowed him to drop out of high school because of how bad his grades had become, but instead of spending his time with her he would disappear into Craitus’ garage for hours on end every day. Gone were the days he would come home with a new little thing he built, proud to show his mother. Things were falling apart and soon Caroline thought it might be a good thing if her son actually did go to the camp. Maybe then he would miss her and come home to her, staying with her and understanding that all she wanted was for him to be safe. Unfortunately she was never able to tell him about her decision.

Martyn had been in the garage for almost four hours, sharpening a sword that Craitus had given him to practice with. It had been a gift that mom wasn’t to know about and he was more than pleased to keep it from her. But people’s minds seem to change with tragedy and when he turned the machine off and heard the blood curtailing screams coming from his house he ran for home, the sword still in his hands.

The next hour felt surreal to him. He had burst through the door right as his mothers throat was slit and blood poured from her as she choked and finally died. The beast who had done it stood over her body smiling, its eyes gleaming as it turned on Martyn, ready to strike. It never did though, instead it burst through the back door and disappeared. He would learn later he would remember the fact that it was weird that the creature had legs that slithered like snakes. He would remember the words it had written on the wall: “All those you love will die until you breath your last or the Great fear is realized’. He would also remember Craitus bursting in, chest up human, waist down goat. He would remember that the biker picked him up from where he was kneeling his mother’s blood and had dragged him onto the Satyrs motorcycle and drove off, taking him to the camp he had been told about on his birthday.






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*Role Play Sample:

Martyn climbed the hill in confusion. These people had told him he was going somewhere to get a bite to eat and now he was climbing a hill? There was deffinatly something wrong with this and what made it even weirder was that the actions of the ones who he was fallowing. They kept smiling back at him and saying that it was just a few more steps, that he would be soo happy when they crested the hill. What in the hell were they talking about? They acted like there was some golden happieness on the other side of the crest, yet all he saw was a tree with a warped trunk and something flashy on one of the branches. It was night of course and for all he knew the gleaming object could be a sign he couldn’t see. Why were these guys so insistant?

“Come on Martyn, all will be explained.” The guy who had been the one who had actually approached him leveled his pace with Martyn. His smile was kind but that only confused Martyn more.

“Look, all I want is food and you guys act like your taking me to Narnia.” Cratius laughed and shook his head. He seemed good natuered and even friendly but Martyn was to confused about everything around him and why he was walking up a hill late at night to really care.

“Don’t be like that Martyn, lets get to the top of the hill, maybe even a little further and I have a feeling everything can be explained easily.” His brown, almost tree bark, coloured eyes gleamed with light that had no source. It was stupid, Martyn knew all to well, but he fallowed him to the top of the hill. His hands burrowed deep into the pockets of his leather jacket, keeping them warm from the night chill. It made everythign creepier now that there was a slight chill in the air. Like something wasn’t right. Though the feeling seemed to ease as he reached the crest of the hill and Martyn’s eyes found themselves shocked to see what was on the other side.

“What the hell?”

Made by Aisilyn Of Caution. If you steal this and remove this tag I will hunt you down and kill you with my spork of doom before making lunch meat from your body and selling it for a profit. Lyrics used is from the song Until Tomorrow by my favorite band Paramore.

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