Character Name:
Hillip Macadamia
Gender:
male
Age:
17
Description (hair and eye color, height, body type (skinny, muscular, etc) required):
gray hair (although he always wears a fedora to shade him from the sun), red eyes, he is fairly scrawny, he is 5'1"
Personality:
Extraordinarily competitive, with extremely far fetched dreams, one of which is to take over the world and eradicate it of bronies and homosexuals. Being raised by a rich family, he is very snooty and uptight and doesn't know the value of a dollar. He also has one of the biggest egos on the planet.
god and mortal parent:
Nike and Andrew Macadamia
Powers**:
none
Flaws:
Has a deep burning hatred for many things, and will try his best to cause them pain, no matter how dangerous it is to do so.
A little bit of a sociopath, being that he never had a friend to learn social behavior.
Never does work, and always expects everything to be given to him for free.
Pets:
An Ostrich named Fredrickson, and he loves to play croquet
Weapon:
none, why ever would he lower himself to such brutish activities such as fighting!
Talents/Skills:
none, why ever would someone of his high caliber need to do anything his butlers back home couldn't do?
RP Example*:
I was taking a stroll through my summer mansion while looking around at my extensive gallery of fish tanks when suddenly my sweater vest started to itch. With a quick ring of a bell I had my personal butler at my side, "Rodrick, may you please scratch my underarm?" I ask, as he begins to sooth my itching, "That will be all Rodrick, actually, could you please fetch Fredrickson?" "As you wish," he replies. When my ostrich finally arrived, I saddled him up and gave him a slight kick in the thigh and whispered, "okay boy, one trip around the normal route, but this time, A bit faster!" And with that we were darting across the gardens.
Biography*:
Hillip was born to a very, very, very, very, very, very rich father. He was incredibly spoiled and never learned to do anything for himself. His dad kicked him out for being such a jerk, and so he chartered a plane to New York in attempt to make a living. As we all would expect, this went horribly wrong, unspeakably wrong. But all in all he made it Camp Half blood, saying the words, and I quote, "This will make a pleasant base of operations MWUAHAHA!"
Notes:
nothing, other than how he hates bronies and homosexuals.