Parzival Wakefield

Character Name: Parzival Wakefield

Gender: male

Age: 18

Description (hair and eye color, height, body type (skinny, muscular, etc) required): Parzival is short and on the skinny side. He's got minor muscle definition from playing Lacrosse in school, but that's about it. He's got soft blue eyes, like his father's, and a round face. His hair is a dark brown and usually sticks up in every direction--very unkempt unless he has a big event coming up. He's usually scowling or looks like he's angry. His features are very round and even somewhat squished.

Personality: Like his brother, Parzival is an introvert. However, rather than dealing with social contact by being bitter or sarcastic like Leon, Parzival is sweet hearted and mannered. Even under the circumstances he grew up in, he learned to behave and act responsibly, and took care to protect his younger brother. He has extremely low self-esteem, and doubts himself regularly. He goes through bouts of depression, but keeps this to himself. To the outside world, he is smiley and kind, and nothing is wrong. Parzival doesn't handle sarcasm well.

God and mortal parent: Eris and Fredrick Wakefield

Powers**: No powers

Flaws: Parzival is very anti-social, and hates himself with a passion. He's also an extremely angry person, acting out in rage and being extremely vengeful. He has the temper of his father and when he loses control, he'll hurt the people he loves.

Weapon: A celestial Bronze axe.

Talents/Skills: Fight, running, lying, lacrosse, and writing.

RP Example*: Leon stretched his arms out and winced, suddenly recollecting the previous night's events through a sharp rip of pain in his left elbow. The deformed welt of black and purple skin made him sigh as he examined it in what little light provided, slithering in through cracks and holes in the side of the cabinet that his head rest against. He examined it sullenly, prodding gingerly at the ripe bruise. It'd be easy to hide from school that day--just wear a jacket and try not to flinch when he got pushed around by the school's squad of insensitive butthole jocks. But he was procrastinating, trying to avoid getting out of the kitchen cabinet, his hide-y hole and safe haven. He didn't want to risk crossing his father's path.

Biography*: Parzival used to live with his brother Leon and their dad Fred. Fred always had different girlfriends and they always left him because of his temper so he'd take out his rage on Parzival and Leon and beat them. Parzival tried to talk Leon into running away but Leon was too afraid and so he didn't. Parzival ran away anyway and left Leon, because he couldn't take it anymore. He ended up traveling across the country and wound up in Long Island, New York. He was in a taxi cab when harpies attacked and flipped the vehicle over. He crawled out of the wreckage and fled, as the harpies seemed to be screaming his name. They chased him into the woods, but stopped when he passed a large pine tree adorned with golden fleece. Parzival had unknowingly stumbled into camp, and grudgingly made it his new home.

Notes: He has spring allergies.

Approved.