Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2013 14:34:16 GMT -8
| Heracles Karpusi Heracles is an enigma full of obviously contradictions. As calm as he is, he isn't a man one would want to anger. Though quiet, he is a force of conversation that will typically never cease. Proud of himself and his homeland, Heracles looks back fondly and hopes to teach others about why Greece is the best place in the world. He likes London, but home is home. |
| CODE NAME: The Professor |
| Male | 31 | Bisexual |
| Greek | Professor | Researcher |
| Physical |
| 183cm | 84kg | Dark Brown, Curly |
| Forest Green | Olive Tan | Muscular |
| Personal |
Loud – Not in the sense that Heracles screams everything he says, or is intentionally being obnoxious. Heracles is actually usually a very quiet person. He’s very social, but he moderates. In this regard he’s more of a listener than a speaker. But boy, when he gets going HE GETS LOUD. Heracles needs to be loud to be heard across his classrooms, but that’s okay because the passion and enthusiasm he puts into his lectures more than provide for that. Heracles can’t help but be excited when he talks about his homeland or anything that involves it, especially when it comes to sculpture. Expect him to wonder incredulously why his students aren’t as into the subject as he is. Passionate – He’s very passionate about a lot of things. His greatest loves have been, for a long time, his work and his classes. He absolutely loves what he does and it goes hand-in-hand with his loudness in the classroom. He never gets tired of explaining things to people that may not get the material he teaches, and this makes him very approachable for some people. Animated – The downfall of many students. His excitable nature wouldn’t work if he were not very animated, but he pulls it off well. Heracles is prone to running back and forth across the front of the room, explaining the subject through an exaggerated wave of hands, with comments of, “This is absolutely incredible!” with a massive smile on his face. In fact, he’s probably received more suggestions from his students to sit still more so they can concentrate, but he doesn’t expect that to happen anytime soon. Focused – This man can talk about the same subject, nonstop, for hours. He always has something to say and he can stay on course without deviating (unless promptly and roughly). This also makes him able to concentrate on certain actions until the job is done, under the pretense of “If I get it done now, I can laze about later.” Unfortunately this is a double-edged sword. Heracles becomes so enthralled by a subject that he loses sight of the bigger picture. Flagging him down is one of the most difficult things a student will ever have to deal with, which is funny because he makes a joke out of distracting his students AWAY from him to “test their ability to pay attention.” Distracted –In stark contrast to his situational focus, is the incredible ease with which he may be distracted. When cornered by a particularly uninteresting thing, Heracles loses his ability to focus on the task at hand and may find himself staring off into space while contemplating various philosophical questions. Or porn. Snarky – Although Heracles will make it clear if he doesn’t like someone, he gets a lot of joy out of being subtle about his dislike of people. He makes a hobby out of dropping sarcastic, back-handed comments in the middle of conversing with people. Meticulous – As an archaeologist, Heracles is very detail-oriented. He’s delicate and gentle, and very patient. He has a keen eye for small objects and will thoroughly investigate every bit of dirt to make sure he doesn’t miss even the tiniest of artifacts. This is also beneficial for his studying of art, because it takes a good eye to note down symbolism. Organized – Chaotically organized. Heracles orders his house, classroom, and office in such a way only he knows where everything is. Many people would say he’s still messy, but he knows his surroundings so well he scarcely loses any of his possession. Sexual – Most people don’t like to imagine their college professor being the kind of sex bomb Heracles is, but he really is. He’s attractive and intelligent and can be quite the romantic, but as an employed teacher, he has to keep his reputation, so he doesn’t go out solely for sex as often as people might expect. Humorous – He thinks so, anyway. He makes awful jokes a lot, but if you’re into anthropology/archaeology you’ll probably laugh too. Eccentric – It can be said of most people involved with anthropology that the lot of them tend to be quirky, and Heracles is no exception. He bends the rules every now and then (mostly by bringing a kitten to class or smarting off at his student if they make some dumb comment) but a large part of his eccentricity comes from the sheer amount of effort he puts into his job. Social – He’ll go out and drink with buddies and the like, but don’t expect to see him at anything huge. He’s sociable, but he doesn’t make friends with everyone he meets and tends to pick one or two people that he’ll trust and hang out with above everyone else. |
| Likes | Dislikes |
Food – Honestly, anyone that’s ever been to Greece (or the Mediterranean in general) will agree that Greek food is the best food. His love for the food is more for nostalgic reasons because it reminds him of home, but he enjoys food in general and will not normally turn down an offer for a good meal. Cats – Dear. God. This man loves cats. Even as a child he loved cats, because there were a lot of them running around Athens. He wasn’t allowed to have any of them as a pet, so he swore when he got older he would have as many as he could. Today he only owns three (Dionysus, Boots, and Biscuit), but he often buys extra food so the strays around the neighborhood still get lunch. Heroic Sculpture – Even as an adult Heracles still has a thing for heroes… not to mention a good majority of them have incredibly attractive bodies. Mythology – His favorite mythology is Greek, obviously, but he’s since expanded his interests and has found himself fascinated in how different cultures explain their gods and natural phenomenon. Archaeology – This was a given. His passion and everything he lives for. The process of field work acts meditative for him. It’s a comfort and a stress relief. This is one of the things he gets extremely passionate about and he will viciously argue in favor of its importance. He’ll also get extremely annoyed when people assume he digs up dinosaurs. Collecting – Heracles doesn’t enjoy taking from sites, but every now and then he stumbles upon something old, which he usually ends up showing to his classes as examples. Naps – He’s not always tired, but napping is just so awesome. He normally takes one on his desk before classes, because he can pretty much sleep anywhere if you let him. | Assholes that demean his job – Including the people that assume he digs up dinosaurs. Archaeology (and Art History) are both wonderful professions that people take for granted. This also includes students; he won’t accept insults from a student commenting on how “stupid” his classes are. Expect to be called out on it. Assholes that kick his cats – It happens. He promptly decks them in the face. Grading papers – Honestly, who actually enjoys reading the same paper over and over fifty-plus times? Heracles loves his job, don’t misunderstand, but he does wish people were a little more creative when they have to write for him. Desks that are uncomfortable – He can’t sleep in those. Dogs that chase cats – Normally this is reserved for large dogs that, upon catching a cat, can deliver fatal wounds. Small dogs are okay… at least Dionysus can fight back. Site Looters – A problem he’s dealt with in the past are people that go into historical sites in the dead of night and tear apart the hard word of himself and his teammates – and then steal artifacts right out of the ground. He stuck around after hours once in hiding and managed to bag himself a couple of thieves, but he didn’t solve the much larger problem in that is happens everywhere. Sadiq - Hate is the perfect word here. He was a Turkish boy Heracles ended up growing up with as a child, but they were not friends. Sadiq made it a point to bully the hell out of out Heracles until the day he left for University, and he still holds a grudge to this day. |
| Dreams | Fears |
To Be Famous - He wants to one day have a name in the world. There will come a time when everyone in anthropology will know who he is. He'll be making an assload of money, he'll have an unsurpassed reputation, and his family will regret ever disowning him. Marry Someone Hot - If he's going to spend the rest of his life with someone, they might as well be sexy. (Don't worry, he'll want love, too.) Make An Incredible Discovery - A discovery the magnitude of which will change the very fabric of human understanding. Maybe find the missing link between human and ancestor, discover Atlantis (though arguably that's the island of Santorini,) or maybe even figure out why the fuck Stonehenge. | History losing importance – Heracles has already seen that young people today are incredibly apathetic about history and what it entails. Many people think it no longer matters because it all happened in the past. It terrifies him to think about a time when people will no longer care about the past, and when that happens everything he loves will collapse into oblivion and be utterly obliterated off the face of the Earth. STDs – Think, for a moment, about how much sex Heracles probably has. … yeah. He’s normally very careful about this kind of thing, but he can’t help but be paranoid. He doesn’t want some life-threatening infection that’ll cut his life short. He has too much he wants to do. Herpes counts, by the way. Rusty Artifacts – He doesn't exactly enjoy getting tetanus boosters every now and again, but even when he does the prospect of rusty artifacts just makes him cringe, considering they flake all over and could easily just get stuck under his skin like splinters. He handles these very carefully, and often defaults them to someone else. |
| Background |
Heracles Karpusi was born on a very quiet, very casual autumn day in Athens, Greece. Heracles vaguely remembers stories told by his parents, of him being convinced as a child that the rest of the country was celebrating his birthday. “How do they even know?!” he would ask his mother, who would smile and pat his head. Imagine his disappointment when he learned this wasn’t, in fact, true. Heracles’ birth was of little consequence to his family, which had already experienced three other births before him, and a fifth after him. He was loved, of course, but he never had to bear the brunt of the massive wave of expectations defaulted onto the older children. His oldest brother was expected to follow in his father’s footsteps and become a doctor; his oldest sister, meanwhile, was expected to do either that or revive the much older family tradition of vase work. Heracles thus grew up with his parents basically saying, “You may do whatever you want with your life, just be sure to make the right choices.” This was one of the most repeated lines of his childhood, and is the influence behind very patient and investigative outlook on life. He very rarely makes a choice on anything without careful consideration of the consequences, almost to the point of causing others to give up on waiting for him, utterly frustrated. As the second youngest he was able to get away with a fair bit of things that his siblings could not. He was given many more chances to correct himself, and often emulated his brothers and sisters to the point of amusement. Unfortunately, his position among his siblings also meant that teasing and jokes were often defaulted to him. His siblings weren’t malevolent, but it was always easier to simply pick on the youngest, weakest children, instead of picking on each other. His skin thickened considerably as he grew up, even when that stupid Turkish kid had moved into the neighborhood and singled him out every day and tried to bully him. It’s difficult to pinpoint exactly when Heracles took an interest in archaeology, but it was clear from a young age that his greatest love would always be for Greece, ancient or otherwise. Growing up, Heracles showed a distinct interest in mythology, heroes especially. After all, he was named after the greatest hero of ancient Greece and, in his opinion, of the entire world. Mythology, then, became a focal point of his life. He had books of stories, countless volumes, and he would reread them over and over until he knew every detail possible. He was your typical little boy, obsessed with action and battles and tales of adventure. His appreciation for ancient mythology only grew in his teenage years, when he began to fully discover the beauty of the Greek depictions of such tales in their art and their architecture. He was never able to fully appreciate the dedication of the ancient peoples while he was focusing on the more physical aspects of mythology. The aesthetic side had, at one point, bored him utterly. His first experiences with mythological art were lackluster at best, himself wondering in irritation why Archaic heroes in temples smiled cheerfully while being gutted by a foe. It was all very silly – where was the blood!? The sudden change in attitude was abrupt and almost instantaneous, like flipping a light switch. If one asked him today how it happened, he’d have no answer. It just happened one day, after a particular passage in an art book he had picked up on a whim. It was if everything he had learned before suddenly clicked and made the big picture more obvious. At the age of fifteen, Heracles was already completely aware of what he wanted to do with his life: he wanted to learn more about art. Well, kind of. Ancient art. While his older siblings were already in various universities, Heracles spent much of his schooling reading up on various artistic subjects, many of them involved with ancient Greece. Suddenly seeing statues in a whole new light, his rekindled love of demigods and heroes allowed him to admire their beauty and realize that these portraits of Greece’s idols were the very essence of how they perceived perfection. As Heracles slowly branched out to other forms of art (while studying voraciously in order to get into the university of his choice) his interest in archaeology began to develop. The interest was brought up while speaking to an advisor, who suggested he focus on archaeology or art history. In the end, Heracles majored in both. After graduating university with a double-major in anthropology and art history, he pursued higher education in England and would eventually end up teaching the subjects himself, hoping to inspire a generation of eccentric enthusiasts much like himself. His parents, still alive and kicking back in Greece, could not be prouder of all of their children, although they miss Heracles dearly, as he is the one stationed the furthest away from everyone else. Heracles’ work in Greece has not yet concluded, even. He goes back to his home country whenever classes end in order to work with his older teams, spending countless hours outside studying and uncovering the untold mysteries still buried underneath the mountains of Greece. |
| Role-Play Sample |
Heracle's holidays were limited and determined by the days given by the college. He certainly wasn't allowed to simply up and leave the classroom when he felt like it... though he knew people that actually did that and were replaced the next day. Heracles actually wanted to keep his job and write extensive articles about shit no one else cared about. "If only the bosses weren't so ah uptight about getting articles in, I would..." Feliciano lamented dismally, to which Heracles nodded. Yeah, uptight bosses. He knew about that all too well, but it had gotten better recently. Heracles' class was actually one of the more popular ones despite the huge disinterest he'd seen in his student. The classes were also conspicuously populated by females, something his superiors in the department once brought up as suspicious and blamed Heracles for unscrupulous activities. Heracles had no idea what they were talking about, but when he found the Facebook fanpage that "shipped" him, whatever the hell that word meant, with another professor, the Korean Im Yong Soo, he kind of got the idea that perhaps his class was only popular because he was very obviously sexy. It was flattering, but at the same time it was very disheartening. For a few weeks in the beginning of the year he was actually almost convinced that archaeology was getting more popular. In reality, they only wanted eye-candy. ... actually, one of the art professors a department over had requested Heracles drop by for some modeling. Hmmm... "Oh, how rude of me to forget to introduce myself. The name is Feliciano Vargas, feature staff writer at the Crown Royale Gazette and your average Italian." Heracles sputtered. Feliciano was right - Vergas DID strike a cord. Very recently Heracles found himself being harassed by a man whom Nicoleta introduced as her foster father, or something. Heracles had nothing in mind for the Romanian, but it was also difficult getting anything planned with the chief of fucking police breathing down one's neck as if one is a very latent criminal just waiting to emerge. "Vargas. That's... that's familiar." Heracles frowned and examined the Italian closer. He certainly seemed more typical than Romulus, or his asshole of a grandson Lovino - introduced by the older man, much to his incredible disdain - whom Romulus actually charged a few times with stalking Heracles around. The boy was a bit cowardly and though Heracles didn't look it while in a suit, he was a pretty impressive specimen that may have inadvertently terrified him. "Tell your grandfather Herc says hi. He'll know who I am." "The trick to sculpting is not to fight the material but to go with the grain. That's what my nonno always told me. The sculpture's already in there, all you're doing is trying to free it from the marble," Heracles nodded, stopping momentarily at a painting to examine it. Klimt... Nouveau, was it? Interesting use of color, and rather terrifying to boot. "Oh, I know that," Heracles replied, "i'm just not very good at it. I'm actually not really that good with color, either-- applying it, I mean. Color theory is easy, but I'm a terrible painter. But I have a ton of sketches of my friend." He grinned. Ahhh, Nicoleta. |
| OOC Information |
| Misso |
| Skype: thepanisapie / Steam: panthemagicalpie |
| my stomach hurts I don't want to think of a joke |
| i don't need a degree to tell you what kind of bone I've got in my pants |
| made by CAPTAIN of BACK TO NEVERLAND |
