Post by Ryan Moretti on May 12, 2010 20:51:02 GMT -5
Ryan Nestor Moretti
I was born of the womb of a poisonous spell
Beaten and broken and chased from the lair
But I rise up above it, high up above it and see
I was hung from the tree made of tongues of the weak
The branches were bones of liars and thieves
Rise up above it, high up above and see
Full Name: Ryan Nestor Moretti
Nicknames: Ryan
Physical Age: 30
Date of Birth: June 17, 1980
Hometown: Clifton, NJ
Current Residence: Nowhere in particular
Occupation: Drifter / Bounty-Hunter
Relationship Status: Single
Character Type: Demi-God
Affiliations: Neutral (by simple ignorance); generally Good.
Gender: Male
Hair: Black
Eyes: Olive
Height: 6' 1"
Weight: 250 lbs
Body Type: Athletic; well-toned
Best Feature: His eyes
Worst Feature: His temper
Sexuality: Heterosexual (Straight)
Personal Style: Ryan's tyle is pretty much casual. He prefers wearing simple jeans and t-shirts, sometimes even donning some camos from his military days.
Face Claim: Karl Urban
Abilities: Until recently, Ryan was perfect normal. But when his foster-mother, secretly one of Artemis's nymphs, was killed, his powers as a demi-god were released onto him.
He's immortal in the sense that he no longer ages, but that hardly means he can't die. Though he he partially invulnerable and heals quickly, most wounds deathly fatal to mortals are also fatal to him. He also possesses an enhanced sense of strength and agility, as well as his physical senses (sight, hearing, smell, etc.) being extremely sharpened. And per his specific ancestry with the gods, he has an affinity for animals and communicating with them (especially predators), and is an unparalleled hunter.
On the down side to his abilities, Ryan only has one weakness; the Moon. His mother, Artemis, was Goddess of the Moon, and because of that, a large part of his power is drawn from the moon. While he is strongest on the full moon, sometimes almost drunk on the power, he is weakest during the new moon, and when he moon is but a sliver. On the new moon especially, he is completely powerless, and nothing more than a mortal.
Personality: Ryan is a deeply caring person, though because of his usual demeanor, you'd probably never know. He's very emotionally withdrawn, and likes to keep to himself, making him a lone-wolf of sorts by instinct. He has a light sense of humor though, and is always one to try and cheer up a grim situation. He's loyal to the core, and is self-sacrificing when it comes to being there for others and doing what needs to be done to help them and protect them. Just don't piss him off, cause he's the last person in the world that you want to see angry.
Likes:
• Beer
• Hunting
• Animals
• His mother's bow
Dislikes:
• Secrets
• Having to kill
• Arrogance
• Zeus
Strengths:
• The full moon
• Athletic
• Very Strategic
• Dedicated
Weaknesses:
• The new moon
• Women
• Very stubborn
• Too trusting
• Slightly hot-headed
Mother: Artemis (Goddess of the Moon, Goddess of the Hunt); Martis Brito (Britomartis, one of Artemis's nymphs; foster-mother)
Father: Unknown
Siblings: None
Others: Unknown
Bio: The Goddess Artemis was always infamous amongst the gods. Both she and her twin, Apollo, were the results of an affair that Zeus had with the Titaness Leto. She became favored in Zeus's sight, so much so that she had him grant her six wishes. She asked for a following of nymphs (20 from the ocean, 60 from the river), a pack of lop-eared hounds to be her hunting companions, and a herd of stags to pull her chariot. She had a set of arrows made for her, and a bow, forged from some of the strongest metal by Poseidon's cyclops. And then, to complete her six wishes, she told Zeus she wished to never be married, and to remain chaste for all eternity.
Her gifts earned her many names throughout the centuries. She was known affectionately as the Goddess of the Moon, and the Goddess of the Hunt; at other times, she become known as the Virgin Goddess, or even the Bitch Goddess. She often ruled over the night, and was free to hunt whatever she pleased. And yet, over time, part of her gift become her curse.
At first it started with the hunter Orion. He was a mere human, and yet his skills as a hunter were great enough to catch Artemis's attention. She befriended the hunter, and the two grew close, despite her promise to remain chaste. Their close bond however, did not go unnoticed. Both Apollo and Zeus grew worried that Artemis would break her bond, and arranged for Orion to be killed. They sent Gaia's Scorpion after him, and when he dove into the ocean and swam away, Apollo tricked his sister into shooting Orion, challenging her to hit a villain who he claimed had tried to seduce one of her nymphs.
Though Artemis later forgave her brother for his trickery, she still felt the pain from losing someone she'd cared for so deeply, and it changed her. Part of her grew to resent her chastity, and yearned to one day break her vow.
And then, she did.
A simple hunter caught her eye once again, except this time, she kept her relationship with him secret. She grew to love him, even more than she had loved Orion, until finally, she broke her vow of chastity for him. Because it was a wish Zeus had granted her, he knew immediately what Artemis had done, and flew into a fitful rage. He killed Artemis's lover, and sought out Artemis herself to punish her for her insurrections.
But Artemis would not allow herself to be found. Though her lover was dead, she still harbored a reason to hide away from Zeus; a child. And so she fled from Zeus, keeping herself hidden until the child was finally born. She then entrusted the child, who she named after his human father, to one of her most favored nymphs, Britomartis. Her last parting gift to her child, before seemingly vanishing, was to bind away his powers as a demigod, to keep him safe from Zeus and his wrath.
Renaming herself Martis Brito, Martis raised Artemis's son as her own, under the illusion that they were both normal humans. The child, Ryan, was unaware of his heritage, and lived a relatively hum-drum life, never suspecting a thing. He went to school, grew up, and even joined the Marines. After a few years on enlistment, he returned home, and worked as a gun specialist at a local sporting goods store.
In between all this however, Zeus never stopped seeking out Artemis's child. To him, Ryan was proof of her betrayal, and as such had to die. Eventually some of his assassins managed to track him down, and tried to kill him, happening upon Martis instead. Ryan sensed the danger, and returned home to find his mother dying, left for dead after the assassins had tortured her to discover his location.
With her dying breaths, Martis told Ryan the truth about everything. She also revealed that with her death, Ryan's powers as a demigod would be released from their binding, allowing him to defend himself. Her final gift to him, just as she died, was the bow of Artemis herself, which could only be used by Artemis and those in her bloodline.
Since that day, Ryan's been on the run, trying to make a living, while at the same trying to survive.
RP Sample:
From a Twilight site:
With slow, steady steps, Artemis's bare feet slid across the dirt silently, her presence unnoticeable. In the darkness she looked like a ghostly specter, like a Goddess made physical. Her chestnut air was loose and wild, swaying lithely in the wild wind. The black dress she wore was casual, extending to barely above her knees, its thick straps tied loosely behind the nape of her neck. And even in the darkness, she knew her eyes were shining, their eerie crimson haze a clear sign of what she was.
The thirst burned in her throat, but wasn't uncomfortable. She was long used to the sensation, to resisting it, though it wasn't something she normally did. Hence she was here right now, stalking her prey from within the cover of night. It was a lone hiker, a man already past the prime of his life. His scent was rough, and musky; from what she could tell, he'd been lost in the forests for a few days already. She could hear the fluttering of his heart, the ragged sounds of his breaths, and automatically knew that for all intensive purposes, the man was dying. Despite her immunity, she knew the air was frigid, and that after days, the man had no chance of survival.
It took only a few gracefully steps, and Artemis appeared before the hiker, crossing the vast distance between them as if it were nothing. He noticed her immediately, his eyes going wide. The smell of fear reeked off his body, mixing alluringly with his already tantalizing scent. She could see the resignation in his eyes; somehow he knew she would be his death, whether she was real, or just some final hallucination sent to plague him. The thought made her smile.
"Don't worry." Her smooth and sultry voice held a hint of a Greek accent within it, but it assured him nonetheless, breaking easily through the howling of the frigid wind. "It'll all be over soon."
The look of fear slowly faded from his expression, as the man closed his eyes, and let his features relax. Artemis could see his memories within her own mind, thanks to her unique ability, and through them, saw his potential. If she'd found him a decade or so earlier, she might have turned him instead of killing him. He showed promise, the promise of adapting well to vampire life, and becoming a faithful protege in her tirade against the Volturi. But at his current age, that promise had faded. Now his only purpose was to nourish her, and keep her strong.
With a sly grin, and an amused giggle, Artemis dove forward, and consumed him.
With slow, steady steps, Artemis's bare feet slid across the dirt silently, her presence unnoticeable. In the darkness she looked like a ghostly specter, like a Goddess made physical. Her chestnut air was loose and wild, swaying lithely in the wild wind. The black dress she wore was casual, extending to barely above her knees, its thick straps tied loosely behind the nape of her neck. And even in the darkness, she knew her eyes were shining, their eerie crimson haze a clear sign of what she was.
The thirst burned in her throat, but wasn't uncomfortable. She was long used to the sensation, to resisting it, though it wasn't something she normally did. Hence she was here right now, stalking her prey from within the cover of night. It was a lone hiker, a man already past the prime of his life. His scent was rough, and musky; from what she could tell, he'd been lost in the forests for a few days already. She could hear the fluttering of his heart, the ragged sounds of his breaths, and automatically knew that for all intensive purposes, the man was dying. Despite her immunity, she knew the air was frigid, and that after days, the man had no chance of survival.
It took only a few gracefully steps, and Artemis appeared before the hiker, crossing the vast distance between them as if it were nothing. He noticed her immediately, his eyes going wide. The smell of fear reeked off his body, mixing alluringly with his already tantalizing scent. She could see the resignation in his eyes; somehow he knew she would be his death, whether she was real, or just some final hallucination sent to plague him. The thought made her smile.
"Don't worry." Her smooth and sultry voice held a hint of a Greek accent within it, but it assured him nonetheless, breaking easily through the howling of the frigid wind. "It'll all be over soon."
The look of fear slowly faded from his expression, as the man closed his eyes, and let his features relax. Artemis could see his memories within her own mind, thanks to her unique ability, and through them, saw his potential. If she'd found him a decade or so earlier, she might have turned him instead of killing him. He showed promise, the promise of adapting well to vampire life, and becoming a faithful protege in her tirade against the Volturi. But at his current age, that promise had faded. Now his only purpose was to nourish her, and keep her strong.
With a sly grin, and an amused giggle, Artemis dove forward, and consumed him.
