moore.tricia.n@gmail.com — Sat, 22 Jan 2011 00:12:13 GMT

OOC Info:

Player Name: Scout
Player Email: moore.tricia.n@gmail.com
Other player contact: icthesun is my aim
Player age: 24

IC Info:
Character Name: Hayden Grosvenor
Character Journal Username:
Age and physical description: There is nothing extremely intimidating about Hayden. At twenty-three he still retains a youthful vibe that often makes other think of him as nothing more than a kid but he is desperately trying to outgrow that. Already he is beginning to show signs of growing into his twenties with his cheeks hollowing out, his bone structure looking sharper, his hair being cut different and kept out of his face and his general style shifting to match someone who no longer lets his mom shop for clothes for him. He is slowly incorporating pieces in his wardrobe that seem slightly rockabilly. He wears plain jeans and plain, formfitting black shirts and vintage work shirts. His hair is always slicked back these days though kept longer on top and cut very short just around his ears and sides.

Hayden does try to carry himself with some confidence but at times this is difficult as the poor guy has some awful phobias of spooky things and with his recent ability to see the dead he is often seen looking wide eyed and shaken.
Former Deity Name and Pantheon: Hades- Greek
Personality: He's a nice guy, maybe a bit quiet, but if you get him talking about things he likes he won't shut up. He can geek out over different things more than most and more often than not it ends up being about his ideal career in mineralogy. He can be very shy and withdrawn from others as he grew up with no siblings and always seemed to have a hard time really interacting with other people. He'd almost prefer to just watch others and is quite okay with being alone mostly.

He does have very obvious phobias and can be slightly paranoid about very illogical things. For example he is still mildly scared of the dark, hates scary movies, is spooked very, very easily by things that go bump in the night, and hates seeing blood. He is scared of open water, of endless darkness, of going to bed and turning out the light with his feet on the ground for fear of whatever is under the bed.

However, the more Hades' personality takes over it seems to be there is a sharp divide between the two. They are aware of one another but Hayden finds it difficult to allow Hades control as he tends to like things that Hayden fears. Hades finds Hayden a bit too weak and is trying to meld with the boy best that he can.
History: Hayden was born to a single mother, Sandra Grovesnor, who raised him in Roanoke, VA. He did not have many friends growing up, lacked siblings and had only one cousin who was so much younger that he ended up being more of a babysitter to his cousin. His mother ran an antiques shop and found nothing wrong with her son being the type to engage in books and studying than trying out for sports teams or other things. She encouraged him to study hard knowing one day he'd have to find a way to pay for part of his college if he wanted to go and she encouraged him in anything having to do with history which had always been a great passion of hers.

He was twenty when the persona of Hades began waking up inside of him. It was during a Physical Geology class that he began noticing something was wrong with him. The weeks spent memorizing minerals seemed pointless when he was able to identify each of them right away, but he dived into the studies eagerly and found a passion for the earth science at once. Then came the frightening aspects off the awakening Hades... suddenly Hayden was able to see things no one else could see. Things that looked, at times, ungodly and eerie. He was starting to see fresh souls of the dead, was even attracting them as if somehow these souls thought he might be able to guide them to a better place.

He tried to tell his mother about what he saw but she did not believe him and when she started worrying about his mental health he stopped telling her he saw them. Then came the dreams filled with images of what he soon determined to be a past life and then came the other voice, the one that gave him chills and the one that started to claim a name.

Hades.

Hayden has been dealing with the awakening god-soul for three years now and slowly but surely Hades is finding ways to control Hayden when he wants and Hayden is starting to give up his fight. He is now attending George Washington University where he is finishing undergraduate studies in Geology and Mineralogy hoping to later enroll in graduate studies of Museum Studies. His goal is to one day work in the Smithsonian Mineral Sciences programs directly with the gem collections.

Strengths: Very sharp mentally when it comes to more difficult subjects such as math, sciences, and history. He is an excellent guy with computers and tends to know need-to-know things that most people don't know for everyday life hacks. He has great listening skills. Hades has drawn out of him considerably odd abilities that he sometimes thinks of as strengths. He is able to recognize a human made gem just by holding it in his hand. He is also able to banish the spirits and ghosts he sees and often does this unintentionally when they scare the heck out of him.
Weaknesses: Almost painfully shy at times, awkward in certain social situations, has bad dyslexia, can't seem to stop attracting or seeing the dead, is easily scared by the dumbest things. He sometimes tries to hard to be social and makes a mess of his interactions because of this.
General Deity History: I'm just going to sum this up since most people know his history. Basically, Hades is one the great olympians who got, in his opinion, the shittiest job of them all. He was given the task of lording the dead, ruling the underworld with the minor perks of power in that domain and controlling gems and minerals which.. okay, kind of neat. Sort of. He has always ached to be where Zeus sat but that has and would never happen. He was consider by others to be a real frightening fellow, maybe a bit hostile and his biggest claim to fame: pissing off his sister Demeter by kidnapping her daughter, his niece, to make her his bride.

Persephone was a total babe, everyone wanted a piece of that and he decided: fuck this shit, I'm takin' her. Well, Helios saw the whole thing and told on him to Demeter when Demeter noticed her daughter went missing. Demeter basically freaked out and caused winter to happen due to her paranoid parent syndrome and Persephone basically refused to eat a thing out of protest of her abduction. And then she ended up caving, ate some fruit seeds .. about six and when Demeter came to get her Hades was all: "lol she ate my food, bitch you know the rules she stays!" and everyone was like "omg no." and Zeus was all "ugh look lets compromise, six months underground with Hades, six above with everyone else, okay? okay??!"

Eventually Persephone probably got used to her creeper of a husband and even had two kids that he went ahead and took credit for despite it being pretty obvious that he was in fact infertile. He spent his days judging the dead, being sulky, and being in general a rather sour apple when things just didn't go his way.
Played By: Zac Efron
Other Pertinent Info As Needed: Nope!
Role-playing Sample:

[Again a sample using him but from another RPG he was used in for a while. I like this enough that I decided to go ahead and use it here.]

The chili dog was consumed so fast that Eros felt the need to praise the young man who had so easily defeated one of New York’s finest and messiest delicacies. Honestly, it was as if the boy hadn’t eaten that basket of cheese and bacon covered French fries just five minutes ago and that, in fact, he was one those starving orphans so often seen in commercials between takes of a Hallmark channel production.

“The thing is,” Eros did not have a chance to express his wonder, though. Rather, the boy was trying to express himself, with a mouth full of hot dog and chili.

“The thing is I don’t really like chili, unless it’s on hot dogs. Like... like...” the boy wiped his mouth with a napkin and rolled his free hand outward through the air as if he were willing his next words to come to him.

“Like people who don’t like broccoli unless it’s drowning in cheese. Gross either way you look at it.”

“Right… right, but about the Ha- …”

“Look, are you crazy, man? How long have we been friends?”

“A week.”

“And you’re telling me that for this entire week you’ve been secretly at work causing havoc in the world of love because you are, in fact, the God of Love.”

Eros’ mouth had been agape as Hayden Grosvenor summed up his very lifestyle in one fell swoop. His mouth snapped shut and he grinned a toothy grin.

“Longer than a week, I mean, during this week yes, before this week too of course.”

“And I,” Hayden sat back in his seat and scoffed. “I’m Hades, the Lord of the Underworld?”

“Right again.”

“Uh huh, well…Check please?”

It took almost half an hour to convince him but eventually, Eros managed to rope Hayden into a stroll near a city morgue. Even Eros, who was so utterly convinced of this boy being Hades, had his moment of doubt when Hayden’s hands began trembling madly the closer they got to the morgue. Hayden kept looking behind him, to his right, up to the sky, but never to the direct left where the morgue entrance was located. He was most obviously scared out of his mind and of course it suddenly made sense to Eros why he would be frightened. It was better than his original plan, a lot less dangerous.

“And here I was going to try and make you raise the dead but you can see them just fine, can’t you?” Eros thought it was laughable and Hayden thought it worthy of throwing up over.

It wasn’t the first time Hayden had seen a dead person, but of course if he willed them away, the ghosts and spirits, they’d leave without hesitation. Even the worst ones who actually seemed to pose threats would up and vanish. He never told anyone the truth and avoided the most obvious places for the ghosts: cemeteries, funeral homes, hospitals, and old buildings. It was difficult in New York but he managed well enough until the week Amos Booker came waltzing in his life.

That week was the oddest he had ever experienced and he had no clue why it was this man, this Amos Booker, seemed so keen to befriend him. Secretly, Amos had seen the threads of a great “love to be” pouring from Hayden’s very being in a way that was extremely familiar.

In fact, he had seen the same aura about an Uncle of his years and years and years ago, and then that Uncle made a perfect mess of things by abducting his lover rather than courting her like any normal person. Granted, Aunt Demeter made that bit all kinds of difficult.

By the end of the week Amos had revealed himself to Hayden as the great God of Love: Eros and made the glorious claim that Hayden was Hades, Eros’ Uncle. It was absurd, completely mad, except… well except the fact was Hayden could see the dead, and could make them vanish with a single thought. After the morgue incident it became very clear that Hayden had been aware of this other soul in him but had done a magnificent job at suppressing it.

Weeks later it became more difficult, especially after having met Helios, Eos, and her son Boreas. It was the worst when he met Poseidon, for Hayden could not help knowing his brother at once, though the man he inhabited was much older than he and not someone he had ever seen before. Everything was messed up, but this was how it was, even if the gods couldn’t explain it.

“It’s like we’ve been banished, or put to sleep. Or…” said Melpomene.

“Or forgotten,” suggested Eros.

“Forgotten?” questioned Helios.

Eros took his shot of rumplemints and scrunched up his nose.

“Maybe, I don’t know. Yeah, Banished sounds more like it. Awfully convenient for all of us to have found each other, especially you two,” he nodded toward where Poseidon sat beside Hayden, enjoying some blue concoction with a tropical umbrella stuck out the top.

“But where is our great, and terrible, but oh so revered, leader? Our King? Your brother!”

“Your Uncle.”

“Hmph… point is, he isn’t here and most of us keep cropping up around town, odd don’t you think?”

The lot of them gathered there muttered their thoughts about this particular theory but said nothing otherwise. Silence overcame most of them and then, finally, Hayden stood up and began flipping through his wallet to find something to pay with. After finding nothing more than a dollar he sighed and pulled from his pocket a small pebble. He squeezed it tight in his hand and then laid it down on the dollar bill, the rock now a diamond as bright and clear as day. Poseidon eyed it and rolled his eyes.

“Show off.”

“Hey bro, don’t have a steady job; it beats busing tables to pay for things. I’m out; I’ll see you all later.”

The night was still young for New York City. Hayden passed several groups of people well dressed for a night on the town and every time a girl passed that reminded him of her, he would stop and watch her until she was out of sight.

He hated the feeling that pained him deep inside, that feeling of wanting, aching for one glimpse of his young Spring bride, though he feared he might meet her again one day and find things changed. She would have every right to deny him in this world, where she might be engaged, married, or even a wife with three kids.

Would he see her attached like that and have that urge to abduct her once more? He hoped he would be better behaved than that but all sorts of ancient emotions, behaviors, and abilities kept working their way up into his normal existence. It was as if the boy, Hayden, was starting to fade away, and the God Hades was taking over as the primary personality and there was nothing to be done about it.

He had hardly noticed her at first. Hayden was much to drawn into his own personal problems to be worried about anyone around him. Not to mention where he walked there were several buildings around him notable for being on Ghost tours, so he took to keeping his eyes down so as not to make any eye contact with spooks that just didn’t like being uprooted. With one shout of, “Go away, already!” they would leave, flit away into the night, and sometimes he felt guilty as if he had interrupted their plan for haunting.

As if, maybe, they were there to complete some task to rest in peace? But then, as the Lord of the Dead, was it not his place to tell them where they ought to go? This place was different; he had no underworld per say and so he felt at odds now and again when he banished spirits without knowing where they might end up.

When he did notice her it was only because she had said something, and he would’ve simply nodded and hurried on because he hated lingering in the dark but… but those <i>eyes</i> spoke to him volumes and he found himself rooted to where he stopped when he did look up.

“Oh,” he began, almost breathlessly. He squinted, wondering if he was just… insane or did it seem like she expected him to know her name? “Excuse me, actually, I wasn’t payin’ a lick of attention.”
How'd You Find Us?: On IJ's wanna_rp comm.

Hayden Grovesnor