Post by Ithica Pettineo on Apr 19, 2010 20:26:31 GMT -5
☆Basic Info☆
Ithica isn't exceptionally handsome. He has ordinary brown hair that usually comes in an assortment of styles. On most days he rolls out of bed late, and thus does not spend much time pampering or brushing the brown mess. Other days, he brushes and it looks halfway decent. He's been attempting to grow a moustache, but after it grew to be visible, he realised with dismay that he looked like a homeless troll. His eyebrows aren't straight beautifully arched, nor do they resemble angry caterpillars. If one to compare his eyebrows to an insect, they would probably say a hairy worm. He likes to wriggle them, and is proud to say that he can raise one eyebrow – his left. He raises it to express confusion and boredom. Ithi's eyes, like the rest of him, is not noteworthy – just a plain brown.
Ithica isn't tall. He stands at about 1.73 meters. While he'll admit that he's not the tallest person around, he will adamantly argue that he is not short. He's about average in weight, not being excessively thin. At 63 kilos, Ithi could be lighter if he would lay off the chips and crisps, but he figures that he isn't going to die from being morbidly obese any time soon. Besides, he eats vegetables..sometimes.
Although he doesn't really care about his appearance, that isn't necessarily to say he has poor hygiene. He obsesses about his teeth, mainly because he had a nightmare about all of his teeth falling out and rotting once when he was nine. He carries around mint-flavoured floss to use after gorging himself on candy. The floss, he has found out, is also good for other miscellaneous reasons, but that's a different story.
First and foremost, Ithica has the attention span of a six year old. Holding his attention is like trying to hold a flopping fish. When he is somewhere he is genuinely not interested, he will not pay attention, squirming and fidgeting and squeaking and peeping, although he may honestly be trying to pay attention. If it matters, such as an important project or other job, Ithica will try his hardest to finish it. Despite this, he notices a lot of things around him. Body language, the time, smells, and other things that may be “unnecessary.”
Ithica is compulsive, almost to the point of obsession about certain things. He can not, can not, can not, step on cracks. He will jump to great lengths to avoid this. He rigorously washes his hands, often muttering the alphabet backwards four time, which causes his hands to sometimes become raw, although he honestly has been trying to wash his hands more tenderly.
Overall, Ithica is a very happy person. He looks on the brightest side of each situation, believing that if you hope for the best and work your hardest, things will come out according to plan. Seeing as nothing has ever proven that frame of mind wrong, he finds nothing wrong with his optimistic nature. With this optimism comes his naïve and gullible nature. He is gaucherie, often chatting to strangers as if he's known them for years, or perhaps forgetting some socially unwritten rule.
He doesn't lose his faith in people easily. He believes that there are morally ambiguous people that have done this world some good, and that there are some “righteous” people that have destroyed and wiped out innocence. He speaks his honest opinion, which can often be blunt and even cruel, so if you really don't want his two cents, don't ask for them. He is an honest person, mainly because he couldn't lie if his life depended on it. It wasn't that it was because he was too morally rooted to speak untrue things, it was because it was blatantly obvious that he was lying. His face turns red, he stammers, and his voice gets unusually high pitched. His name, Ithica, means “cheerfully true.”
Ithica had a nice childhood. His parents were supportive and loving, and he always had a pet to cuddle up to. He wasn't raised with a silver spoon in his mouth, and learned the basics of how to take care of himself from his mother around the time they told him about his gifts – they had both thought that perhaps it had skipped a generation, due to his...normalcy. When he started school and was able to memorise at rapid speeds, they realised that they had not been entirely accurate.
He was born in Betsw-y-Coed. After his mother left, his father and him travelled to many parts of the world. England, Russia, and finally their travels tapered off once they landed in the United States. Ithica liked travelling with his father, not only because it provided stimulus to his bored mind, but also because he got to explore in more ways than he could in their backyard in Wales. Ithica's fondest memories were ones of his face pressed against the glass of a car or plane, his breath fogging it up and drawing smiley faces.
Ithica often experimented with his Trait in the back of his father's car. He would take out one of his mother's porcelain dolls, and concentrate on it having it's own life. The doll would then blink it's glassy eyes, and start to chatter. He liked the doll with the blonde hair the most, because she would talk about Maria more than the other ones would. Later on, when Ithi moved out of his father's house, the blonde doll was one of the keepsakes of his childhood that he took with him.
Blake Pettineo's plans in life had never included having a kid. He planned to be a bachelor forever, occasionally hooking up with the ladies to have fun but never more than that. He came from a family where monogamy and chastity had been forced upon him, so it was natural that when he moved out to become a man, he'd go crazy. All of those plans went down the drain when he was twenty seven, a relatively young age to decide that he was truly in love. Yet, Maria Polycrates had done just that. It had been a slow creeping passion, where as usually when he saw a woman the lust knocked him in the chest like a kick from a horse. He was an empath, so he felt emotions stronger.
Maria was a demon. And no, not the normal kind of twentysomething female hormonally and emotionally unstable kind of demon, an actual demon. But a man in love was...well, a man in love. Blake and Maria married November 23rd, and had their first, and only, child nearly a year later.
The family got along fantastic, and they were the very epitome of happiness for the first six year of Ithaca's life. The day he turned six, his mother sat down with him and had a talk with him. She told him that she had to go away for a while, but she promised to send post cards every week, and told him that he could even hold on to her precious porcelain dolls while she was gone.
He has had an assortment pets during his lifetime. His favorite, a cat named His Majesty Moose the Magnificent, was still alive, and living with his father. The cat was a fat, kingly, and snooty feline that liked to perch high above his human companions and stare down his nose at them. Moose was an indoor cat, but he occasionally had his outdoor escapades when Blake kept the door open. Blake, getting slow in his old age, would eventually tire and shake the food bag until the fatty crept into the house to fill up on kitty goodness.
Full Name: Ithica Erastus Pettineo
Aliases:
Nicknames: Ithi
Age: 19. His birthday is October 27th.
Sex: Male. As for his sexual preference, he isn't exactly sure. He thinks both genders would be way too difficult to keep up a relationship with.
Species: Half-demon and half-gifted.
Abilities: Eidetic memory, and animate (as the Trait thingy. ><)
☆Appearance☆
Ithica isn't exceptionally handsome. He has ordinary brown hair that usually comes in an assortment of styles. On most days he rolls out of bed late, and thus does not spend much time pampering or brushing the brown mess. Other days, he brushes and it looks halfway decent. He's been attempting to grow a moustache, but after it grew to be visible, he realised with dismay that he looked like a homeless troll. His eyebrows aren't straight beautifully arched, nor do they resemble angry caterpillars. If one to compare his eyebrows to an insect, they would probably say a hairy worm. He likes to wriggle them, and is proud to say that he can raise one eyebrow – his left. He raises it to express confusion and boredom. Ithi's eyes, like the rest of him, is not noteworthy – just a plain brown.
Ithica isn't tall. He stands at about 1.73 meters. While he'll admit that he's not the tallest person around, he will adamantly argue that he is not short. He's about average in weight, not being excessively thin. At 63 kilos, Ithi could be lighter if he would lay off the chips and crisps, but he figures that he isn't going to die from being morbidly obese any time soon. Besides, he eats vegetables..sometimes.
Although he doesn't really care about his appearance, that isn't necessarily to say he has poor hygiene. He obsesses about his teeth, mainly because he had a nightmare about all of his teeth falling out and rotting once when he was nine. He carries around mint-flavoured floss to use after gorging himself on candy. The floss, he has found out, is also good for other miscellaneous reasons, but that's a different story.
☆Personality☆
First and foremost, Ithica has the attention span of a six year old. Holding his attention is like trying to hold a flopping fish. When he is somewhere he is genuinely not interested, he will not pay attention, squirming and fidgeting and squeaking and peeping, although he may honestly be trying to pay attention. If it matters, such as an important project or other job, Ithica will try his hardest to finish it. Despite this, he notices a lot of things around him. Body language, the time, smells, and other things that may be “unnecessary.”
Ithica is compulsive, almost to the point of obsession about certain things. He can not, can not, can not, step on cracks. He will jump to great lengths to avoid this. He rigorously washes his hands, often muttering the alphabet backwards four time, which causes his hands to sometimes become raw, although he honestly has been trying to wash his hands more tenderly.
Overall, Ithica is a very happy person. He looks on the brightest side of each situation, believing that if you hope for the best and work your hardest, things will come out according to plan. Seeing as nothing has ever proven that frame of mind wrong, he finds nothing wrong with his optimistic nature. With this optimism comes his naïve and gullible nature. He is gaucherie, often chatting to strangers as if he's known them for years, or perhaps forgetting some socially unwritten rule.
He doesn't lose his faith in people easily. He believes that there are morally ambiguous people that have done this world some good, and that there are some “righteous” people that have destroyed and wiped out innocence. He speaks his honest opinion, which can often be blunt and even cruel, so if you really don't want his two cents, don't ask for them. He is an honest person, mainly because he couldn't lie if his life depended on it. It wasn't that it was because he was too morally rooted to speak untrue things, it was because it was blatantly obvious that he was lying. His face turns red, he stammers, and his voice gets unusually high pitched. His name, Ithica, means “cheerfully true.”
☆History☆
Ithica had a nice childhood. His parents were supportive and loving, and he always had a pet to cuddle up to. He wasn't raised with a silver spoon in his mouth, and learned the basics of how to take care of himself from his mother around the time they told him about his gifts – they had both thought that perhaps it had skipped a generation, due to his...normalcy. When he started school and was able to memorise at rapid speeds, they realised that they had not been entirely accurate.
He was born in Betsw-y-Coed. After his mother left, his father and him travelled to many parts of the world. England, Russia, and finally their travels tapered off once they landed in the United States. Ithica liked travelling with his father, not only because it provided stimulus to his bored mind, but also because he got to explore in more ways than he could in their backyard in Wales. Ithica's fondest memories were ones of his face pressed against the glass of a car or plane, his breath fogging it up and drawing smiley faces.
Ithica often experimented with his Trait in the back of his father's car. He would take out one of his mother's porcelain dolls, and concentrate on it having it's own life. The doll would then blink it's glassy eyes, and start to chatter. He liked the doll with the blonde hair the most, because she would talk about Maria more than the other ones would. Later on, when Ithi moved out of his father's house, the blonde doll was one of the keepsakes of his childhood that he took with him.
☆Family☆
Blake Pettineo's plans in life had never included having a kid. He planned to be a bachelor forever, occasionally hooking up with the ladies to have fun but never more than that. He came from a family where monogamy and chastity had been forced upon him, so it was natural that when he moved out to become a man, he'd go crazy. All of those plans went down the drain when he was twenty seven, a relatively young age to decide that he was truly in love. Yet, Maria Polycrates had done just that. It had been a slow creeping passion, where as usually when he saw a woman the lust knocked him in the chest like a kick from a horse. He was an empath, so he felt emotions stronger.
Maria was a demon. And no, not the normal kind of twentysomething female hormonally and emotionally unstable kind of demon, an actual demon. But a man in love was...well, a man in love. Blake and Maria married November 23rd, and had their first, and only, child nearly a year later.
The family got along fantastic, and they were the very epitome of happiness for the first six year of Ithaca's life. The day he turned six, his mother sat down with him and had a talk with him. She told him that she had to go away for a while, but she promised to send post cards every week, and told him that he could even hold on to her precious porcelain dolls while she was gone.
He has had an assortment pets during his lifetime. His favorite, a cat named His Majesty Moose the Magnificent, was still alive, and living with his father. The cat was a fat, kingly, and snooty feline that liked to perch high above his human companions and stare down his nose at them. Moose was an indoor cat, but he occasionally had his outdoor escapades when Blake kept the door open. Blake, getting slow in his old age, would eventually tire and shake the food bag until the fatty crept into the house to fill up on kitty goodness.
☆Behind the Character☆
Name: Sage
Roleplaying experience: Off and on for about six years.
Other characters (on My Own Shadow):
How you found us: I don't remember. Someone probably linked me here.
Sidenote: Sorry for the quality. :/ I was determined to finish this today. xD I'll have my sample for him done within the week. x.x My psychology thesis paper is killing my very soul.
