DALE, JOSHUA DONOVAN

[JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE]

JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE
IS YOUR NEW BEST FRIEND

"Violence isn't the answer, it's the question. I'd answer yes."

IF YOU DON'T LIKE ME
I DO NOT CARE

FULL NAME Joshua Donovan Dale
NICKNAMES Josh, occasionally Joshy as affectionate, though he only tolerates that with a certain group of close friends.
AGE Seventeen [April 23]
GENDER Male
SEXUALITY Straight
STATUS Swinger
RACE Demigod
YEARS AT CAMP Six.
OCCUPATION OR GRADE Senior
SPECIAL POWERS & ABILITIES He can mess with your mind, and won't hesitate to. His power isn't extreme, he can't drive anyone completely mad, but he can cause severe confusion and disorientation at times. He also has moderate control over vines [specifically, grape vines], though he uses this power much less often. Also, though it was learned more by his own practice than inheritance, he's very skilled with a bow.

I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP
I CAN HELP MYSELF

HAIR COLOUR Josh's hair is dark in color and relatively short, occasionally streaked with a bit of vibrant color in the front, though not currently. He takes good care of it, but he's not too fussy, just doesn't like it ruffled and messy.
EYES His eyes are a soft shade of gray between light and dark, almond-shaped and usually narrowed in distaste or mischievous delight.
SCARS He's got quite a few here and there which he's accumulated over the years, but the worst is on his neck, a vicious blow from a weapon that nearly took his life when inflicted.
TATTOOS He has quite a lot, they cover his arms, even a few on his hands. They have meaning only to him, and he doesn't describe them to anyone.
PIERCINGS Josh has the left side of his lip pierced, as well as a nose ring. He has his tongue pierced, but he keeps it out more often than not.
PLAY-BY Shawn Milke

APPEARANCE One thing about Josh, his vanity controls his appearance. Though not obsessive about it, his dark hair is always short and neat, his clothing smooth and not ripped or torn, unless of course he's just got done playing a rough game of capture the flag. His hair is a deep black in color, rather short for the most part, with a little bit more length in the back than the front. His eyes are an odd shade of gray between light and dark, not a color you'd think to be very charming, but he pulls it off. His skin is quite fair, the sun's never done much to change it's tone whether it be frigid winter or boiling summer. He doesn't have much muscle tone either, enough to keep him fit, but not to the point of looking too much like some sort of warrior. His build is slender and light, and he's quite tall as well. Joshua doesn't have many out-of-place features, save for the vicious scar on his neck, which healed quite badly. His facial features do a good job of balancing each other out, his lips are a bit thin, but not unattractively so. Given his light frame, he's got more of the build for archery than swordsmanship.
WARDROBE Though he does like to impress, his style of clothing is something he won't bend for practically anyone. He likes dark colors for the most part, but not because he's a depressing person, and he will wear color on occasion. On a normal day, comfort and cleanliness are the main things he factors into his outfit choices. They don't have to match, but things that clash horribly won't do either. He likes loose-fitting shirts, and jeans that are tight enough that they don't fall down all the time or cause him to trip, but loose enough so that they don't suffocate him. His favorite shoes are his worn-down black Converse, which he's had for about three years. At camp, he'll dress to fit the weather and plans for the day. If there's going to be fighting, he'll wear light color so that it doesn't absorb heat, ect. He doesn't care much for school, and so doesn't go out of his way to impress. But if the event is formal, he'll suck up his hatred of formal attire and look his best. Although, regardless of formality or not, he has a fondness for ties.

DON'T JUDGE ME
AND I WON'T JUDGE YOU

LIKES

• chocolate
  
• any and all alcoholic beverages
  
• flirting
  
• women
  
• getting his way
  
• winning
  
• challenge and competition
  
• video games
  
• camp half-blood
  
• his father
  
• archery
  
• confusing people
  
• stealth
  
• playing capture the flag
  
• anyone with a good sense of humor
  
• music
  
• partying
  
• himself
  
• playing with fire
  
• pranking others
  
• the heat/warm weather
  
• animals/nature
  
• using his abilities
  
• war/violence [though he'd never admit it]
  
• reading, surprisingly enough

DISLIKES

• keeping secrets
  
• having to hide who he is
  
• the legal drinking age
  
• cold weather/winter
  
• losing at anything
  
• whining and complaining
  
• children [he hates kids]
  
• rules/being told what to do
  
• getting caught
  
• when his abilities don't cooperate
  
• school
  
• most authorities
  
• mortals [they're the reason there's such a fuss]
  
• cocky people [he's a hypocrite, I know]
  
• being pestered
  
• weaknesses [especially his own]
  
• rejection [both romantic and normal]
  
• losing focus/concentration
  
• being underestimated
  
• bright light [he's prone to headaches]
  
• headaches, especially migraines
  
• bugs, he hates bugs [spiders/snakes are fine]
  
• water, with a passion
  
• Poseidon, and his kids, mainly because of the above dislike
  
• being deceived

FEARS

• dying, anyone that isn't afraid of death is stupid
  
• water, at least deep water, he doesn't like the idea of drowning at all
  
• bugs, creepy, slimy, crawling things with far too many legs
  
• sword-fighting, he has horrible long-term endurance, and so that's why he sticks with archery

SECRETS His weaknesses are all things he tries to keep under wraps. He hates admitting weakness to anyone. Wouldn't you be embarrassed if you were terrified of swimming in deep water?

OVERALL PERSONALITY
Joshua is very stubborn, headstrong, and confident. He likes to be right, likes to be the best, and doesn't like anyone getting in his way. However, he's also a very crafty person. Knowing that having a huge ego and being a jerk is something that no girl really wants, Josh is careful to modify his personality depending on what sort of situation he's in. As a result, he tends to come off as quite likable for the most part. and has many people who consider him a friend. However, real friends are something he has very little of. His true friends are the ones able to accept that fact that he lashes out easily, isn't the most trustworthy of guys, and is likely to never be in a committed relationship. Unsurprisingly, not many people fall under this category.

He's also got an awful temper. His fuse is short, easily set off, and seeing as he remains perfectly calm as it burns out, it isn't until you've pissed him off beyond the point of rationality that he flips out at you. He can be rather violent when angry enough, though thankfully his main skill is with a bow, and if he doesn't have it on him when you push his buttons, he's relatively easy to disarm and take down. Raising his voice is something he rarely does unless he's drunk, so rather than yelling, he'll speak calmly and quietly about what he's going to do to you if you cross the lines. He can be pretty intimidating when he wants to be.

Though you wouldn't expect it, he's a loyal friend once you win over his good side. True friends are, for the most part, safe from his violent bouts of rage, because they're obviously genuine if they stick around through both the highs and the lows of his attitude swings. Oh, and Josh is also very much of a swinger when it comes to his relationship with the girls. He doesn't care for commitment, he just likes to have fun, and he's not too concerned about who's hearts he breaks while doing it, either.

GET OVER IT
I'M JUST A PERSON

OLYMPIAN PARENT Dionysus
MORTAL PARENT Patricia Anne Dale [42, deceased]
SIBLINGS None
OTHER IMPORTANT PEOPLE N/A
ORIGIN Whistler, British Columbia [0-9]/Charlotte, NC
HISTORY

Born in Whistler, BC, Josh had a relatively normal childhood, for the most part. The absence of a father was blamed on a car accident, and he never questioned his mothers words. After all, why would she lie to him about her husband?

But when the teachers realized his learning incapabilities, problems surfaced. His mother understood it, and tried to explain to him that it was normal, but he wouldn't hear any of it. Though still young, he was determined to be normal, and so he pushed himself to the limits daily. He made very little friends in his first years of schooling, because he was so focused on catching up to his classmates that he had no time to play and act like a normal child. He didn't want to be called stupid, didn't want to be stuck grades behind just because he had been born a certain way. At first, his efforts were looked upon with pity, but after a few years and a refusal to give up, he finally managed to overcome the odd blending of the words and focus on being normal. However, thanks to his anti-social tendencies in early youth, social skills weren't something he'd developed and set in stone. So he adapted to drifting, hanging around everyone, not really liking anyone.

When he was nine, and finally starting to adapt to the few groups he favored out of his friends, his mother suddenly announced that they were moving. It was not a gradual process, like most relocations, but a spontaneous pack-up-and-go type of deal. Not only did they leave the province, but their country as well. Joshua didn't understand that his mother was only trying to protect him, he didn't know about the monsters, all he knew was that he definitely didn't like leaving his home. Though only young, rebellion started at an early age for him. He would break the rules whenever it suited him, as if he hoped that acting out would help his case and force her to move back.

They never did. And two years later, it happened again, but this time, moving didn't help at all. He awoke one night to the sounds of screaming, his mother frantically telling him to come with her. He had no clue where they were going, but unlike usual, he didn't fight the order, he could tell she was serious. When he saw the monsters, it confirmed his fears. As they fled their home, Patricia reluctantly explained everything to him, about who his father was and why he had been born with certain disabilities, like the dyslexia. Both reached Camp Half-Blood alive, but his mother was killed when returning to her home. Though they had never been particularly close after the move to America had caused a division between them, the news did shake him terribly.

It was then that he promised himself he'd learn how to fight and to protect himself. He didn't hate his father, but he was curious about everything in his life that Patricia hadn't explained before her death. Nowadays, he keeps to himself for the most part, though he's grown into quite the mischievous and wild teenager, with a love for drinking and partying. He can control himself, however, especially since he's intelligent enough to know that a wild lifestyle 24/7 won't be much help if it comes down to a battle. He's not too concerned about the mortals finding out, he's confident enough in himself that it doesn't worry him.

He was claimed at the age of thirteen when he killed a monster with his bow.

TRUST ME
I'M NOT ANOTHER STRANGER

ALIAS Acadia [though my real name is Taylor]
AGE Sixteen
RULE WORDS If my life is going to mean anything, I have to live it myself.
WHERE CAN WE CONTACT YOU? My email is visible to all, feel free to email me.
WHERE DID YOU FIND US? A Blinding Vision.

As the first clap of thunder crashed loudly overhead, Ambrosius winced and muttered a string of choice curse words as the rain lashing against his skin intensified. "Sweet Hades," he growled. It wasn't only the mortals who used the name of the God of the Underworld in vain, Ambrosius was known for his abuse of the term which he'd just uttered so malevolently. But he did like Hades, it was hard for someone in favor of violence and bloodshed not to have a great deal of respect for the god of the dead. Not that he had any desire to head down into his domain any time soon. Even immortals could be trapped down there, as Persephone, daughter of Demeter, had proved. I'd rather stay up here, he thought to himself, glancing up at the gray skies in time to see a bolt of white cut across the sky. "Damn it, Zeus, hold your horses." He shook his head, irritated. "I'd love a word with whoever ticked him off," he remarked to himself. You did not piss off someone who could open the skies and soak you relentlessly for days afterward... and everyone else.

Being soaked irritated him. His usually handsome dark hair become a wet mess of strands, sticking together in places, so flat against his scalp that it appeared paper thin at times. Not to mention that the moisture collected in his bangs and then proceeded to drip straight into his eyes, as if trying to avoid getting water in his eyes from the storm itself wasn't bad enough. He was impartial to the taste of the rain, as well, a mixture of saltiness and the bitter tang of water, a drink which he disliked unless it had something more to it, such as fruit. Wine was his drink of choice, another reason which Dionysus was a favorite person of his. It was also incredibly amusing to watch the other gods followers go mad on the occasion when they got short straws on their reaction. The other half was pleasant, euphoric. He himself was quite happy to indulge in drinking often, as he didn't turn into a stark raving lunatic when he did so.

It was perhaps this combined love of wine, women, and violence that led him to getting along with the Olympian more than he did most of the others. He disliked power which was flaunted to be greater than his own, but he didn't see Ares as much of a show off -- rather, he displayed skill which was rightfully his, the skill of battle. He respected the other man, not that he'd ever admit this aloud, because he himself was not able to express such endurance and ruthlessness in battle. So it was with friendliness that he welcomed the conversation with the other man, rather than the internal pool of sarcasm and disrespect that he reserved for the others. He was very respectful to all of the Olympians outwardly (it was what they wanted from him, and thus he adapted his personality) but he was lying through his teeth.

A knowing chuckle escaped his lips when Ares explained his reasoning for putting himself through the torture of being soaked through with the rainstorm. "Can't say I blame you," he said. His parents weren't even together. His mother had even had an affair with Ares, though she was married to Hephaestus. Despite the fact that he should, in all fairness, dislike the man who was technically a stepfather, he didn't mind Hephaestus... probably because of his being the god of fire. If he hated rain, fire was exactly the opposite. Ambrosius loved the heat and flame. "Must have been some fight, though," he mused, glancing away from Ares for a moment to survey the thundering skies. "Haven't got much of a break since... has it really been a week?" His tone was surprised. Sweet Hades.

Though he had noticed the armor before -- and it of course had not surprised him, being that Ares was god of war -- he just realized at that moment that it was probably a very unpleasant burden in the middle of a storm. "Bet that's one heck a burden," he commented, raising a brow slightly. Then again, armor was more of a defense against the cold and wet than simple clothing was. He was freezing. When asked what had brought him into this miserable scene, Ambrosius shrugged slightly. "I had been taking interest in Spartan literature-" this was not something he admitted to most, being a god of seduction, he wasn't expected to like books, "-before it started raining again. Couldn't have been fifteen minutes since it'd stopped, and back it was again." He shook his head. "And I figured there's no use going back to Olympus now, soaking wet as I am, unless I'm sure I want to live like a hermit until your father cheers up." He chuckled at this, it was obvious that he meant no disrespect to Zeus by the comment. Well... he did, but not externally, it was not present in his tone, only his thoughts.

I GUESS I'LL GO
BEST BE ON MY WAY OUT

[(Spike)]

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Amazing Bio!
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Have fun Rping... Yet again nice Bio