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Description
clyde payton
no matter how hard it is, i always smile like an idiot
background
Since Clyde was still a little child, he inherited that unusual habit of fidgeting with random scraps of metal and wires, especially when his nerves are bothering him. What makes it unusual perhaps was how he can unimaginably turn those pieces of junk into something useful, something what an ordinary eight year old cannot do. He got used to it as time passed by. His mother tolerated him; she made Clyde feel the warmth of her motherly love, despite of knowing his unordinary abilities. But what the boy doesn’t know is that his mother.. his mother knew everything.
Clyde, as he grew up to be a fine young man, he knew that there was something uncommon in his life, like a part of him kept saying that he doesn’t fully belong into this world, like there’s a place waiting for him to claim his arrival. He had that slightest feeling that something’s wrong with him, like how he’s already twelve yet he couldn’t read well; even kindergartners can do better than him. With that, it almost made him think that he’d gone completely nuts.
The guy can somehow sense the presence of things he never encountered before. Random hideous creatures with multiple eyes, scaly skin, crooked teeth, and even some with chicken feet popped out of nowhere. Monsters; he assumed that there were ugly monsters that followed him around wherever he goes, and he could’ve sworn they wanted to kill him. Yet the weird part is, they tend to keep a safe distance away from him. Odd, isn’t it?
That certain idea kept circling around his head, making that pair of large doe eyes widen everytime he thinks about it. 'Why do I keep on seeing these stuff? Why are they following me around? These dudes are harmful, aren’t they? But why are they keeping themselves away from me? What’s going on here? What’s wrong with me?' He would always question himself, though in the end, it would only give him crappy headaches. One cold day came; and Clyde had the case of receiving shivers for no reason. He sensed as if something bad was bound to happen, but he headed straight towards their home from school with a wide impish grin, knowing how his mom loved to see the happy look on his face. As he entered their household, he called out for his mother, yet there was no reply. Another attempt—still none. And another, and another, but in the end, not a single voice was heard.
As if just in time a gush of cold wind flew past in front of him. He wasn’t sure if he’s hallucinating, or did he just saw a shadow crossing in front of his face? For no reason, he followed it. Clyde found himself frozen on his spot, his mother, lying on the floor, unconscious but still breathing as a horrible beast, about 10 feet tall, walked around her, its blood red eyes pierced through Clyde’s watery ones. He never felt so deeply pained, witnessing his beloved mother being captured by that fat scaly dumb . Clyde grew furious; hiding the mask of grief he had a while ago. His hands trembled at his sides, eyes narrowed in uncontrollable anger. He felt the atmosphere growing hotter and hotter by the passing second, and he could’ve sworn the giant’s beady eyes etched fear as it burned in his spot, and was turned into ashes that was blown by the wind.
The bright colors of red and orange splashed around the entire household as he knelt in front of his mother, who reached for his cheek, caressing it weakly. Tears formed in his eyes.
“M-Mom..”
“Save yourself.”
He choked back a sob. “No! Mom! I can’t let you di—“
“This is my fate. Save yourself, you should head towards camp. You’re destined to be a hero, Clyde. You are, and I’m always so proud of you.”
As those words escaped her lips, Clydewas left speechless. He didn’t know what she meant. He slowly crouched down and took his mother in his arms, embracing her until later on she turned, completely, into ash. Until then, he was left with endless tears, realizing how he’s such an idiot; causing the fire unconsciously. He might’ve burned the monster to death—but he himself killed his own mother. Despite the tormented battle he was going through, there’s this one thing called ‘trust’ that made him move on with whatever he’s facing at the moment.
He continued his life, in a much more independent way, although going to an uncountable number of foster homes didn't make it as exciting as it seems. Clyde became miserable. Despite his smiling face, there's still that wound that pained him, even until now.
Still, those creepy monsters kept chasing him. He'd spent almost 10 years of his life, running away from those non attractive weirdos. Yet it was once day, when he bumped into an average joe, well, not entirely. He didn't know if he's just plain crazy or what, but he saw a lady with horns and goat hooves. Her upper half was naturally human, yet on the lower half, it was weird. She smiled like she knew what he was thinking, then she introduced herself, explained everything, and fortunately, it answered almost all of his questions.
It was then Clyde felt relieved that she's not one of those crappy dudes with faces of a hideous ogre, or chicken or snake, or any animal he ever knew. Although she had the legs of a goat, he knew that she had a good intention. And that is when the lady took his hand and brought him to Camp Half Blood; a place for special people like him.
Clyde, as he grew up to be a fine young man, he knew that there was something uncommon in his life, like a part of him kept saying that he doesn’t fully belong into this world, like there’s a place waiting for him to claim his arrival. He had that slightest feeling that something’s wrong with him, like how he’s already twelve yet he couldn’t read well; even kindergartners can do better than him. With that, it almost made him think that he’d gone completely nuts.
The guy can somehow sense the presence of things he never encountered before. Random hideous creatures with multiple eyes, scaly skin, crooked teeth, and even some with chicken feet popped out of nowhere. Monsters; he assumed that there were ugly monsters that followed him around wherever he goes, and he could’ve sworn they wanted to kill him. Yet the weird part is, they tend to keep a safe distance away from him. Odd, isn’t it?
That certain idea kept circling around his head, making that pair of large doe eyes widen everytime he thinks about it. 'Why do I keep on seeing these stuff? Why are they following me around? These dudes are harmful, aren’t they? But why are they keeping themselves away from me? What’s going on here? What’s wrong with me?' He would always question himself, though in the end, it would only give him crappy headaches. One cold day came; and Clyde had the case of receiving shivers for no reason. He sensed as if something bad was bound to happen, but he headed straight towards their home from school with a wide impish grin, knowing how his mom loved to see the happy look on his face. As he entered their household, he called out for his mother, yet there was no reply. Another attempt—still none. And another, and another, but in the end, not a single voice was heard.
As if just in time a gush of cold wind flew past in front of him. He wasn’t sure if he’s hallucinating, or did he just saw a shadow crossing in front of his face? For no reason, he followed it. Clyde found himself frozen on his spot, his mother, lying on the floor, unconscious but still breathing as a horrible beast, about 10 feet tall, walked around her, its blood red eyes pierced through Clyde’s watery ones. He never felt so deeply pained, witnessing his beloved mother being captured by that fat scaly dumb . Clyde grew furious; hiding the mask of grief he had a while ago. His hands trembled at his sides, eyes narrowed in uncontrollable anger. He felt the atmosphere growing hotter and hotter by the passing second, and he could’ve sworn the giant’s beady eyes etched fear as it burned in his spot, and was turned into ashes that was blown by the wind.
The bright colors of red and orange splashed around the entire household as he knelt in front of his mother, who reached for his cheek, caressing it weakly. Tears formed in his eyes.
“M-Mom..”
“Save yourself.”
He choked back a sob. “No! Mom! I can’t let you di—“
“This is my fate. Save yourself, you should head towards camp. You’re destined to be a hero, Clyde. You are, and I’m always so proud of you.”
As those words escaped her lips, Clydewas left speechless. He didn’t know what she meant. He slowly crouched down and took his mother in his arms, embracing her until later on she turned, completely, into ash. Until then, he was left with endless tears, realizing how he’s such an idiot; causing the fire unconsciously. He might’ve burned the monster to death—but he himself killed his own mother. Despite the tormented battle he was going through, there’s this one thing called ‘trust’ that made him move on with whatever he’s facing at the moment.
He continued his life, in a much more independent way, although going to an uncountable number of foster homes didn't make it as exciting as it seems. Clyde became miserable. Despite his smiling face, there's still that wound that pained him, even until now.
Still, those creepy monsters kept chasing him. He'd spent almost 10 years of his life, running away from those non attractive weirdos. Yet it was once day, when he bumped into an average joe, well, not entirely. He didn't know if he's just plain crazy or what, but he saw a lady with horns and goat hooves. Her upper half was naturally human, yet on the lower half, it was weird. She smiled like she knew what he was thinking, then she introduced herself, explained everything, and fortunately, it answered almost all of his questions.
It was then Clyde felt relieved that she's not one of those crappy dudes with faces of a hideous ogre, or chicken or snake, or any animal he ever knew. Although she had the legs of a goat, he knew that she had a good intention. And that is when the lady took his hand and brought him to Camp Half Blood; a place for special people like him.
general information
Name: Clyde Payton
Age: Twenty
Godly Parent: Hephaestus
Race: Greek
Age: Twenty
Godly Parent: Hephaestus
Race: Greek
Status: Heart Taken
Orientation: Heteroual
Timezone: GMT + 8
Co Admin + Layout Designer
Orientation: Heteroual
Timezone: GMT + 8
Co Admin + Layout Designer
skills and abilities
ADHD - Characterized by high levels of inattention, being highly distractible, impulsive and restless, hyperactive or hypersensitive. Most demigods are labeled as suffering from ADHD, but it is actually a sign of their heightened senses and natural aptitude for battle
Dyslexia - Those who suffer from dyslexia are often unable to view letters in their proper order and some have described seeing "words fly off the page." In mortals, dyslexia is often caused by a dominant right brain, which makes it hard for the brain itself to interpret words.
Technokinesis - The ability to either manipulate machines by physically animating them or controlling them like puppets or communicate with machines, technology, lamps, vacuums, or any other machine.
Fighting Skills - Like all other demigods, he was skilled with the art of self defense. Clyde doesn't have a specific style of fighting, but he usually practices a lot during combat classes.
Pyrokinesis - It is the ability to generate and control fire. Usually, children of Hephaestus who can manipulate heat is considered unknown, though Clyde was considered as the first camper in their generatiom who had the ability otherwise.
Fire Immunity - The ability of being fireproof, which means, once he's got caught up by a fire, he won't be damaged or harmed.
Heat Sensitivity - The ability to sense heat, flames and metals.
Trap Detection - An ability to sense traps and other kinds of defense mechanisms in a particular area. It is natural for children of Hephaestus to have these kinds of abilities since they're somehow interconnected with all sorts of machineries—and perceiving traps weren’t much of an exception.
Dyslexia - Those who suffer from dyslexia are often unable to view letters in their proper order and some have described seeing "words fly off the page." In mortals, dyslexia is often caused by a dominant right brain, which makes it hard for the brain itself to interpret words.
Technokinesis - The ability to either manipulate machines by physically animating them or controlling them like puppets or communicate with machines, technology, lamps, vacuums, or any other machine.
Fighting Skills - Like all other demigods, he was skilled with the art of self defense. Clyde doesn't have a specific style of fighting, but he usually practices a lot during combat classes.
Pyrokinesis - It is the ability to generate and control fire. Usually, children of Hephaestus who can manipulate heat is considered unknown, though Clyde was considered as the first camper in their generatiom who had the ability otherwise.
Fire Immunity - The ability of being fireproof, which means, once he's got caught up by a fire, he won't be damaged or harmed.
Heat Sensitivity - The ability to sense heat, flames and metals.
Trap Detection - An ability to sense traps and other kinds of defense mechanisms in a particular area. It is natural for children of Hephaestus to have these kinds of abilities since they're somehow interconnected with all sorts of machineries—and perceiving traps weren’t much of an exception.
inventory
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Multifunctional Watch - Being the son of the blacksmith god, it was no doubt that Clyde created a unique weapon all by himself. A watch may not be handy at times, but he eventually upgraded the accessory with fireproof metallic parts, springs, and hardwired it with hi-tech features. Thus, with a twist of a bronze knob, it can turn into a different weapon.
A steel ballistic knife pops out when turned to the right, and a circular dagger when turned to the left—both weapons are fireproof and can be charged with flames to result to more damage to his opponent.
A thin, transparent glass screen measured 4 inches on all four sides unfolds with a series of clicks in which Clyde had set up, just so that he can be the only one to activate his weapon. The said screen is capable of showing off maps, making calls and surfing the net (if needed), storing inclusive information, etc.
The rest is classified. For now.
a quest to deliver the message
"A child of wisdom shall embark on a quest
To lead a team on a journey to the west
A challenge of he who holds the passage
To the deity who awaits a message"
To lead a team on a journey to the west
A challenge of he who holds the passage
To the deity who awaits a message"
dare to set my heart on fire
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out of character
- Character based on: leo valdez
- GMT + 8 ; on mobile during weekdays,on laptop during weekends. Replies to OOC posts more often.
- Para, Multi-Para ; still depends on what you give me though.
- No One Liners please or else I might mirror what you give me, and trust me, it won't be that exciting.
- No God-Modding. I have experienced this a lot of times, and really, you could at least tell me what you want to happen when we're plotting right? It'll be fair enough for me.
- The layout, text content and plotlines belong to me. Any form of Plagiarism is strictly forbidden. This pisses me off big time, and it's not good when I'm pissed off. I'm serious.
- Feel free to plot with me, okay?
- You ask, you start. Make sure to have at least a tiny idea/plot on how you want our thread to turn out to be. Same goes with me, of course.
- I am very sorry in advance because I might reply really late nowadays since I am prioritizing my last year in high school. So please bear with me?
- When it takes me really really long to reply (more than a month or so), it's because of my busy schedule. You may remind me by dropping a poke on my wall or something, but don't overdo it.
- I do not bite, I tell you. I may be a bit strict when it comes to roleplaying specs but I can be a huge craycray often. Seriously. Dude. Yehet.
- So yeah, stop stalking and talk to meh ouo
- GMT + 8 ; on mobile during weekdays,on laptop during weekends. Replies to OOC posts more often.
- Para, Multi-Para ; still depends on what you give me though.
- No One Liners please or else I might mirror what you give me, and trust me, it won't be that exciting.
- No God-Modding. I have experienced this a lot of times, and really, you could at least tell me what you want to happen when we're plotting right? It'll be fair enough for me.
- The layout, text content and plotlines belong to me. Any form of Plagiarism is strictly forbidden. This pisses me off big time, and it's not good when I'm pissed off. I'm serious.
- Feel free to plot with me, okay?
- You ask, you start. Make sure to have at least a tiny idea/plot on how you want our thread to turn out to be. Same goes with me, of course.
- I am very sorry in advance because I might reply really late nowadays since I am prioritizing my last year in high school. So please bear with me?
- When it takes me really really long to reply (more than a month or so), it's because of my busy schedule. You may remind me by dropping a poke on my wall or something, but don't overdo it.
- I do not bite, I tell you. I may be a bit strict when it comes to roleplaying specs but I can be a huge craycray often. Seriously. Dude. Yehet.
- So yeah, stop stalking and talk to meh ouo
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