ALDRIDGE, CONRAD ANTHONY

[CONRAD ANTHONY ALDRIDGE]

CONRAD ANTHONY ALDRIDGE
IS YOUR NEW BEST FRIEND

Call me a pansy and I'll bash your fucking face in.

IF YOU DON'T LIKE ME
I DO NOT CARE

FULL NAME Conrad Anthony Aldridge
NICKNAMES Occasionally referred to by his last name, though this irks him quite a bit for the most part, so I'd advise against that.
AGE Eighteen
GENDER Male
SEXUALITY Homosexual, but he'll still flirt with girls occasionally.
STATUS Swinger, to the extreme.
RACE Demigod
YEARS AT CAMP Four
OCCUPATION OR GRADE Highschool graduate, attends camp full-time
SPECIAL POWERS & ABILITIES He can make someone fall for him quite easily, he just has to make eye-contact and turn on the charm. He's very practiced in this skill, and uses it to his advantage more often than he should, certainly. The connection would feel natural as long as he holds it, so it's quite hard to realize he's forcing your will. He's also incredibly good-looking, not surprisingly.

I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP
I CAN HELP MYSELF

HAIR COLOUR Conrad's hair is a deep, chestnut brown in color. It stops short at the base of his neck, a little shorter in the sides, extending just below his ears. His bangs are long and swept off to one side, only covering his eyes a little bit. He has very subtle lighter-color highlights, natural of course, but they're only slightly visible, even in the sun. He's incredibly vain, and spends over an hour fixing his hair on some occasions. He doesn't like it to look messy.
EYES Their shape isn't anything special, the usual almond, but their color is a striking emerald green with a soft hint of a lighter color flecked around the iris.
SCARS He has a rough scar on his palm from a fight. He's also got two almost parallel scars on his left shoulder.
TATTOOS None, yet.
PIERCINGS Both sides of his lip, and his tongue.
PLAY-BY Alessandro De Marco

APPEARANCE Conrad has a relatively light complexion, tanning a slight amount in the summer, but not to any extremes. Despite being gay, he is quite tough, and proud of it, so he's developed lean, hard muscle on his arms and chest. His appearance isn't very feminine at all, rather than soft and weak, the way he holds himself with pride and confidence gives off an aura of toughness. Vanity, however, is a large part of his life, and so he always takes great care of his image. He keeps his dark hair clean and neat, his clothing unmarked, his style up to date. The phrase "dress to impress" comes to mind.
WARDROBE Comfort comes first, but style certainly isn't optional. Conrad likes to be desirable -- despite knowing he can force his will in seduction, he appreciates when it's natural as well. He doesn't really like designer clothing, so to speak, but he doesn't pick bottom-of-the-pile brands either. Conrad really likes blazer jackets, whether formal or not, because he finds them comfortable. He'll usually throw on a random band shirt under that, perhaps adding a tie if he feels like it. He's not a very colorful guy, perhaps reds and purples, a dark shade of blue or green, but nothing vibrant like neon or electric. Anything that could blind someone isn't his thing. He's a skateboarder, and so either Converse or his old skate-shoes are common, depending on where he's going. As for formal, he's not afraid to suck it up and wear a tux, but loafers are out of the question. They just aren't his thing. He also has more of a British taste in clothing, unsurprisingly. He went to a private school, with uniforms and all, he's not sad to see the end of that, thank goodness for graduation the previous year. He also wears hats when he can't make his hair cooperate and he's in a hurry.

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

LIKES

• men, enough said
  
• sex, he's quite shallow
  
• getting drunk
  
• going to parties
  
• some girls [not romantically, just sexually... shallow]
  
• showing off
  
• being desirable
  
• flirting
  
• using his "abilities" to get his way
  
• checking people out
  
• being rich [what's not to love?]
  
• camp halfblood
  
• his mother
  
• sword-fighting
  
• music
  
• drinking of any form
  
• sneaking into clubs
  
• fake ID
  
• video games
  
• sugar

DISLIKES

• fangirls [scary. as. hell]
  
• not getting his way
  
• misplacing things
  
• being called pansy/faggot/ect
  
• hot guys... that are straight [ahw]
  
• lasagna
  
• eating healthy [junk food all the way]
  
• mythical [or not so mythical anymore] monsters
  
• Dionysus [grumpy arse]
  
• America [he misses Britain]
  
• his adopted parents [he loves their money!]
  
• his father [dickwad]
  
• immaturity [disregarding his own]
  
• slobs
  
• the "big three" [thinks they're stuck-up]
  
• extreme heat [sweating messes up the hair]
  
• extreme cold [well... it's cold, enough said]
  
• the fading mist [as if we don't have enough shit to worry about]
  
• school [no way you're getting him into uni]
  
• uniforms [private school sucks]

FEARS

• any sort of injury that will fuck up his appearance
  
• dying
  
• heights
  
• cramped spaces [who WANTS to suffocate?]
  
• rejection

SECRETS He's terrified of rejection from anyone he actually likes, because it isn't often he falls for someone. It's usually just a quick affair.

OVERALL PERSONALITY
Conrad is very vain and self-obsessed. He thinks he's fucking perfect, and he doesn't like being told otherwise. But he's also quite arrogant when it comes to his sexuality. He's proud of it, and he's never tried to hide it, but when someone starts to pester and tease him about it, he'll fly off the handle and kick their ass. He can back-up his trash-talking with his physical strength, and he's pretty good at come-backs, too. He'll tell you like it is, no beating around the bush, he's always been rather blunt and forthright. If something is bothering him, however, he's likely to tell no one about it and try to deal with it himself. He has a lot of pride, and sucking it up just isn't something he's normally capable of. He sees asking for help as some sort of weakness, and so is unlikely to do it unless the situation threatens his life.

He loves to determine and exploit weaknesses in others. If he can find what makes you tick, he isn't going to walk on eggshells. He tends to be rather nonchalant around a person when first meeting them, neither friendly nor hostile, unless there's been pre-judgment. To say he's open-minded would be an outright lie. If he thinks someone is a certain way, it'll stick in the back of his mind, and they'll have to prove him wrong before he'll take it back. He isn't very friendly to many people, unless he wants to get in their pants. Then he can be incredibly charming, to the point where it's almost impossible to resist. And if that doesn't work, turning on the charm will. His ability doesn't bother him, and taking down the free will of another in order to seduce them is only a small hurdle. He's not exactly the most compassionate guy.

He was claimed upon first reaching the camp.

GET OVER IT
I'M JUST A PERSON

OLYMPIAN PARENT Aphrodite
MORTAL PARENT Cameron Gregory Harland [41, whereabouts unknown]
SIBLINGS N/A
OTHER IMPORTANT PEOPLE Dean Aldridge, [45, adoptive father]
Jenna Aldridge [43, adoptive mother, deceased]
Hannah Aldridge [23, "sister"]
Nathaniel Aldridge [15, "brother"]
ORIGIN Slough, Britain
HISTORY

Born in Slough, a small town on the outskirts of Greater London, his father was a dithering, unsuccessful man with no job, who was almost losing his house as well. He had been alright, until the brief affair with Aphrodite had corrupted him. Her beauty was so captivating, he couldn't understand why she had to leave him, and he blamed his son for her departure. He had never known that she was a Greek goddess, he'd just been in love with her, enough said.

Aphrodite knew that leaving her son in the care of the hopeless man wouldn't be the greatest idea, so she entrusted him instead with a family who lived just down the street. Dean was a successful brain surgeon, but he couldn't bear to part with the humble town that had been his beginning, and so instead he just made the long commute every morning to the neighboring city. He and Jenna had had the discussion about moving several times, but plans always fell through. They were an honest, hard-working bunch, already with a small daughter of their own. She told them the truth, and warned them of what might happen when her son grew older, but they accepted him regardless.

Conrad was never aware that he hadn't been born directly into the family. He fit in well enough, and didn't have any problem at all with his "father" never being home. He grew very close to his adoptive siblings, as they were never told about the fact that he was an outsider either. It wasn't until he was fourteen that things started to go wrong. Jenna panicked, knowing what was going to happen, and tried to abandon the family. She was killed in the process. Dean knew that he couldn't avoid them forever, and so he tracked down a satyr that knew where the camp was and enlisted his help in explaining everything to a very bewildered (and very creeped out) Conrad.

He didn't believe at first, he thought it might be some sort of crazy sexuality camp, as he'd always been aware his parents didn't approve of his attraction toward men. But it was impossible to deny what was right before his eyes.

At first, he resented both his mother and his mortal father for what had happened to him. But when he found out that it wasn't exactly the goddess' fault, he came to a grudging acception. He still can't stand his father, nor his adopted father, because he hates the idea that he lived a lie for fourteen years. He still misses Britain terribly (Americans are so ill-mannered) and he also grudgingly misses the companionship of his "siblings", but he's not one to complain. At camp, they've got more pressing things to worry about, after all.

TRUST ME
I'M NOT ANOTHER STRANGER

ALIAS Acadia
AGE Sixteen
RULE WORDS If my life is going to mean anything, I have to live it myself.
WHERE CAN WE CONTACT YOU? Email me.
WHERE DID YOU FIND US? I'm on here as Joshua Donovan Dale. I know Conrad's app sucks compared to his... I'm sorry D:

This is from Wasting Minutes, as Conrad. Basic scenario? He was obsessed with Damon and broke into his house, hid in his closet, and then ambushed him. Mhm.

Conrad just nodded, somewhat awkwardly, when Damon thanked him for removing the hand from his mouth. He felt kind of odd because they were standing here in a closet, Damon's closet, and he had no right to be here and yet he was here. He hadn't came to steal, or hurt anyone, so how the hell was he going to manage to explain himself? Things of this matter got one hundred times worse when Damon demanded in a high-pitched whisper what he wanted. He couldn't just say "see, I wanted to stalk you and watch you from your closet", because he was taller and obviously older and that was just plain scary. He couldn't tell Damon he was here to steal something, because he wasn't. And if he told him he was there to hurt someone, not only would he be lying but also contradicting what he'd said a few seconds ago about not hurting anyone. Needing to think quick in a situation like this, his brain quickly thanked all of his improvisation classes. "I was there about... less than a minute before you entered the room," he answered honestly. "You startled me." Yeah, because it's totally normal for the psycho creep hiding in your closet that dragged you in there and threatened you with a knife to say that they'd been startled. "I didn't think anyone was home. Must have got the wrong house." And if Damon demanded why he wanted to break into an empty house, he'd... think of something then.

Only almost going into a panic attack? Conrad resisted the urge to let out a breath of relief, because that meant one less thing to worry about, although there was still the obvious things. He felt bad for the fact that Damon was still trying not to cry, and hated himself for feeling bad. The atmosphere in the room seemed to be getting increasingly more tense by the moment, and Conrad knew he needed to leave... like, right now, before things took a turn for the worse. So, quick reason for being in the house and quick reason to escape right the fuck now. "See, I'm on the run from the cops," he said quickly. "I can't exactly tell you why because then you'd be a witness but I was looking for the empty house of someone that's on vacation at the moment to hide out. I didn't expect anyone to be home when I came in here, sorry for scaring you and I'll leave now." He jerked his thumb toward the closet door as he was speaking, backing up a little. Unfortunately, he wasn't quite watching where he was putting his head, because he brushed against something and his hood slipped backward.

Uh oh.

Not needing to conceal his British accent any longer, he cursed loudly, "Son of a bitch!" and stepped backward in shock. The bottom of his jeans were just a tad bit too long, and that wasn't usually a problem, until he stepped on them and fell back, hitting his head off of one of the shelves. The pain distracted him, and he swore again as the knife slipped from his hand. Unfortunately, his vision was lined with white because of the pain, and he felt a bit dizzy now, so he couldn't pick his weapon back up, but rather just leaned against the shelf, swaying slightly. Then, remembering after the pain had faded a bit that his identity had been revealed, he cleared his throat somewhat awkwardly. "Well... this is bad..."

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

[(Spike)]

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