Post by Raziel on Aug 18, 2010 19:08:27 GMT -5
PRINCE GARTH
Aqualad
I have often dreamed
Of a far off place
Where a hero's welcome
Would be waiting for me
And won't you think I'm pretty[/size]
name;; Prince Garth of Atlantis
nickname;; Tadpole, Squirt, Mostly fish jokes...
age;; 16
date of birth;; March 15th 1995
gender;; Male
occupation;; Defender of Atlantis, Prince of Seven Seas, Student
sexualorienation;; Heterosexual
When I'm standing top the bright lit city[/size]
hair;; Dark brown
eyes;; Violet
height;; 5'6
weight;; 199 lbs (His body is denser than a humans due to underwater adaptation)
build;; Simply put, Garth has a swimmer's body. Muscles the average person doesn't use are needed to live in the sea that Garth thrives in. As such, his entire body is toned.
piercings;; None
tattoos;; None
style;; As he lives in two very different areas, his style preferences can often times be quite unique. Where as most people who are shy tend to stick with muted colors and darker tints, Garth's underwater habits poke up. He wears a lot of bright reds and deep blues (The more pure the color, the easier for him to tell it apart as he's partially color blind). His clothes are usually very high quality, accented with aquatic necklaces such as a shark tooth or abalone necklace. He doesn't like to wear a lot of layers and will often choose sleeveless shirts or very short sleeved (he doesn't feel cold until it's literally freezing, so he can do this even in winter). The more skin exposed to the moisture in the air, the better. Oddly, he prefers boots over shoes, even though prefers not to wear any footwear at all.
And I'll take your hand and pick you up[/size]
favorites;;
His foster father, Arthur Curry/ Orin
Mera (Though they don't share as much of parent-child relationship as he does with Orin)
Swimming
Aquatic life and ecosystems
The Titans
Sunsets (his favorite part of the surface world)
Feeling heroic
hates;;
When Orin leaves him behind
Not being considered a powerful member of the team
The superstitions of his people
Not being able to be on land indefinitely (Not that he'd stay forever, but his restrictions are.. well restricting )
Fish jokes.
Black Manta
“Uncle” Orm
Water pollution (It's a tad cliche, but we are talking about trash in his home here)
strengths;;
Dedicated to proving himself
His powers (he does more than talk to fish and swim!)
Great at working with a team
His bond with Orin and Mera
Doesn't let pride get in the way
weaknesses;;
Doubts about his ability to contribute (Too strong to be a scrapper, not strong enough to be a bruiser)
Can only be out of water for a few hours
Not familiar with the surface world
The fighting style he has in the sea doesn't adapt perfectly to a surface environment
Easily amazed
The majority of his powers are still latent
Colorblind (almost unable to distinguish between black, green, and blue)
quirks/habits;;
Standing rigidly
Speaking quietly
Kicking his feet when he sits (if possible)
Fidgeting if he has to sit for too long (used to bobbing a little)
Rubs his eyes a lot
goals/dreams;;
To become a respected hero
To have a family
To keep in contact with the Titans
For there to be no more rebellions in Atlantis
For his people to move past their superstitions
(Somewhat relevant note: He does /not/ dream of becoming the King of Atlantis)
overall personality;;
Garth was probably the least outgoing member of the original Titans. While he doesn't really remember her, his mother abandoning him to die has left him somewhat codependent on others. He likes to feel that he is really wanted. This quality is why he works so hard to please Orin, even if teenage angst will occasionally get in the way now that he's growing into his mid teenage years (And learning Orin isn't perfect in the process). The same attachment formed with the rest of the Titans, who he frequently worried he was letting down by not being as powerful as his mentor. Generally, if he can solve a problem, he'll jump at the chance to do so (a frequent source of embarrassment for him).
Having been raised in society that would be considered old fashioned by the Western surface world, Garth has a few qualities that seem out of time. His heroics typically come down to a more chivalrous attitude than actual bravery. He believes it's his duty as a metahuman (And meta-atlantean for that matter) to do right and serve justice. Garth is generally reserved and introverted, feeling his issues are something that he has to shoulder and figure out for himself if he wants to be a real man. This also leads him to becoming bashful if he's complimented and he'll often assume it just happened because of social demand instead of actual merit.
And keep you there so you can see[/size]
father;; King Thar of the Idyllists- deceased {King; 61 (similar to human 35)}
mother;; Queen Berra of the Idyllists {Queen; 57 (similar to human 32)}
siblings;; none
relatives;; King Orin of Atlantis / Arthur Curry – Adopted Father {King;--}
Queen Mera of Atlantis – Adopted Mother {Queen;--}
pets;; He watches over various sea creatures
hometown;; Poseidonis, Atlantis
currentlyliving;; Poseidonis, Atlantis
history;;
The Idylist nation was a fraction group of Atlanteans that had seceeded due to a aversion to the violence and war that plagued the Atlantean realm. The people were devout in their pacifism, not having a single civil war or rebellion in their long history. While little physically or legally separated them from the general Atlantean populace, tradition kept their people amongst themselves. However, this 4,000 year old peace would be thrown away when King Thar took over. His brother Slizzath always craved his power, believing himself the better heir. Even as they practiced sorcery together as teenagers, Slizzath plotted and gained support in secret. When Thar caught wind of this he started amassing weapons to stop this rebellion. He caused the very thing he had tried to stop. His people saw him as mad and revolted, sentencing Thar to death. Thar was able to banish Slizzath before his death, imprisoning his brother in a magical cell. The barrier was not perfect and Slizzath was able to make an enchantment of his own. Thar's unborn son would bear the mark of power, violet eyes, and would be cursed to one day free his uncle.
Garth's mother had been sentenced to exile and it was in the capital of Atlantis that she would have her baby. Seeing his cursed eyes, she left him for dead. Better to lose a son than let all the oceans feel the wrath of the mad sorcerer. But Garth didn't die in the coral reef he was left in. His connection with the sea life protected him. The denizens of the deep felt compelled to protect him rather than eat him. The isolated boy never knew anyone of his own species until he witnessed the fight between Aquaman and King Shark. The young king was down for the count when Garth crashed into the villain, giving the hero his chance to take the upper hand. Upon hearing the boy's living arrangement among the coral (the conversation taking place telepathically, as Garth did not know any languages), Orin showed his gratitude by adopting him as his own son.
As Aqualad, Garth would continue watching Aquaman's back. He was taught and trained by the same tutors that taught only the nobility of Atlantis. As his magical birthright came from a different tradition than the court's sorcerers, he was only ever discovered to have a small spark, which they tutored to the best of their ability. He had no real aptitude for politics, so the intrigue of the nobles often went over his head. What he did understand was that the common people of Atlantis loved him as long as he stayed true to Aquaman's side. Nevertheless, the aristocracy used their cunning to create turmoil and Orin grew more distant as he tried to keep things together and remain a valued member of the Justice League. After living under the stress for a few years, Garth eagerly accepted his invitation to the Teen Titans when it came. Although he often only served on missions that required a water or ice specialist, he bonded with the team no less than the others.
As long as you're alive and care[/size]
name;; Raziel
age;; 19
experience;; 7 years
activity;; I'll be around a good amount and I love threading!
whyyoujoined;; I love DC and am on a DC high
phrase;; Aqualad warns you that pluto is out for revenge.
example;;
According to the legends, fire was the gift Prometheus gave mankind. It had been a power that was only meant for the gods and by sharing it with the people, he allowed them to grow from a modest species to one that would rule the world entire. Fire was power. But where Garth hailed, fire didn't exist. There could be no open flame in the water. The all important technology that catapulted a group of primates into dominance meant nothing in the deep. That made a show down with the Firefly a pretty novel adventure. The wonders of dry land. Honestly, Garth was kind of wishing that flames had stayed in the old tomes.
Garth wondered how much the man in the insect suit knew about him. He wondered if the villain realized how deadly this showdown was for a person with his skill set. Heat didn't bother him so much, he could take a lot more than the average person. The problem was that fire tended to dehydrate the air, not to mention Garth's skin. Any nutrients he could grab off the air would come with the chemicals used to create the burning energy. That gave Aqualad maybe ten minutes to take the upper hand. He had to figure out his options fast. Each moment was more precious than the one before it.
He dove behind cover as another stream of heat barreled toward him. The rogue said something, more than likely a taunt, by Garth couldn't hear over the sounds of the factory around them. Okay, options. He could feel the water in the pipes within the walls, but the architecture was stronger than his ability to bust them. Any plans using those had to be quickly discarded. So what next next? Well he still had his strength and speed. Maybe he just needed something to throw! The young hero looked around. There had to be something.
He stared at a forklift. How heavy could something like that be? Couldn't weigh more than a car and he was capable of throwing those. Then again, last time he had chucked car, he had gotten yelled at about almost killing the criminal with that move (luckily he had missed). He looked around again. The crates were more than likely less massive than the forklift. The Atleantean nodded to himself, waiting as the crackle of fire meeting metal died down before busting out of his cover. He willed his body to move ever faster. He had no desire to test his durability against a direct hit to the back.
He scooped the box up and let it fly toward the flying menace behind him. He could barely watch as it sailed toward the destructive menace. But he kept strong and followed through, dashing toward criminal as he fell. He body slammed onto him, moving to pin his arms down as he smashed his forehead into the others plated helmet. Colors whirled in his vision as he hoped his head was tough enough to rock the other hard enough. Okay, so no plan was perfect.
Garth wondered how much the man in the insect suit knew about him. He wondered if the villain realized how deadly this showdown was for a person with his skill set. Heat didn't bother him so much, he could take a lot more than the average person. The problem was that fire tended to dehydrate the air, not to mention Garth's skin. Any nutrients he could grab off the air would come with the chemicals used to create the burning energy. That gave Aqualad maybe ten minutes to take the upper hand. He had to figure out his options fast. Each moment was more precious than the one before it.
He dove behind cover as another stream of heat barreled toward him. The rogue said something, more than likely a taunt, by Garth couldn't hear over the sounds of the factory around them. Okay, options. He could feel the water in the pipes within the walls, but the architecture was stronger than his ability to bust them. Any plans using those had to be quickly discarded. So what next next? Well he still had his strength and speed. Maybe he just needed something to throw! The young hero looked around. There had to be something.
He stared at a forklift. How heavy could something like that be? Couldn't weigh more than a car and he was capable of throwing those. Then again, last time he had chucked car, he had gotten yelled at about almost killing the criminal with that move (luckily he had missed). He looked around again. The crates were more than likely less massive than the forklift. The Atleantean nodded to himself, waiting as the crackle of fire meeting metal died down before busting out of his cover. He willed his body to move ever faster. He had no desire to test his durability against a direct hit to the back.
He scooped the box up and let it fly toward the flying menace behind him. He could barely watch as it sailed toward the destructive menace. But he kept strong and followed through, dashing toward criminal as he fell. He body slammed onto him, moving to pin his arms down as he smashed his forehead into the others plated helmet. Colors whirled in his vision as he hoped his head was tough enough to rock the other hard enough. Okay, so no plan was perfect.
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