#it was about this little dream satyr guy and a candle girl and i remember i loved it when i was younger

[a-bucket-in-the-void]

do any of y’all remember that one movie mune?

[fireandgloryrpg]

Congratulations Josh and welcome! We’re so happy to accept your application to play Wallace “Wally” Robinson with the faceclaim of Dominic Sherwood in Fire & Glory RPG! We can’t wait to begin roleplaying with you so please remember to look over our checklist!

Out of Character Information:

Name: Joshua

Age: 21 (January 17, 1996)

Timezone: EST

Triggers: redacted Activity: 7/10 I work overnight 4 days a week, and go to school 3 days a week from 7:00pm-9:45pm, and 7:00pm-8:00p. I am a dedicated rp member and always make time for characters and being a part of the group.

Anything Else?: love you guys ^___^

Original Character Application:

Name: Wallace “Wally” Robinson

Age and Birthday: October 13th, 1995

Faceclaim: Dominic Sherwood

Heritage: Son of Hecate

Affiliation: Citizen of New Rome

Headcanons:

Wally’s has an affinity towards physical spells, rather than rituals and mental magic. Creating fire, telekinesis, transformative spells are where his power is greatest. He’s taken to learning more about rituals though, as these can be the greatest of weapons and defense. Like children of Hecate, Wally is stronger with magic at night and has become a night owl because of it, sleeping late into the day and staying up at night.

Wally partially chose to go to New Rome for the way the Romans fight. Despite being a strong demigod, Wally did as little fighting as possible in both wars. It wasn’t until his direct confrontation with Circe that he realized the importance of knowing how to use a sword.

Biography:

Wally Robinson grew up like many demigods: confused of who he was and unsure of his place in the world. Unlike his peers or first friends, Wally knew he was never normal. Dyslexia, ADHD, that was something he tried his damndest to manage - and manage that he did. It was other things as he grew up that made him stand out. He always more active at night, even after a full day running around and being active. Glass would crack and simple candle flames would expand into balls of fire when he would get angry.

When he started to see monsters at age 9, monsters who weren’t under your bed or in your closet - but in fact walking the streets, operating businesses, it was minor relief to hear from his father that he wasn’t going crazy. He was, as his father was led to believe, a demigod. A child of Hecate, Goddess of Magic, among many other areas.

He was able to survive a full year in the normal world before the monsters got too close. Thankfully Wally’s anger, fear and lack of control helped him in blasting away the creatures, long enough for a satyr to come and rescue him, taking him to camp.

Twelve years later, after two wars, seeing many friends come and go, Wally thought it was time he should head back out into the real world. But the real world was difficult to navigate, so when the offer to go to Circe’s island and learn some magic under his half-sister arose from one of her servants, it was good enough for Wally. One month after being there, the minor goddess had attempted to steal his power through a ritual that would have ended in one dead Wally and one far more powerful Circe. He was able to disrupt the ritual and put many of her servants out of commission, earning him a transformation into a tiny guinea pig for the next four months. Four. Painful. Boring. Mind numbing months. Wally took that time to focus his power, focus what power was still inside of him and learn tricks he saw from other minor sorceresses. Freeing himself of the curse, Wally escaped and decided that New Rome was both safer and more pleasing an option than the human world.

Para Sample:

The sorceress slammed down an empty potion bottle. The charms she built around her palace made it so that the pieces immediately lifted off the ground and all came back together, so now a perfect empty vial sat on the ground. Circe stormed out of one of her many rooms in the mansion. This particular one held cages consisting of many different animals, though one cage had been empty, and one of her servants stayed back in the room. Since she had recently become a monkey, there wasn’t much use for her at the moment.

“I treated him good and this is how he treats me?! Made him a jacket, let him learn my spells and now he tries to show me up?!” Another servant quickly appeared by her side as the minor goddess went down a hallway throughout her home. “Where is he?! Where is my half-brother?” The shorter lady, the one flipping through a book of what looked like moving pictures stumbled throughout her words.

“I-I don’t know y-yet, My Lady. I’m looking through our cameras. Wally Robinson has evaded-”

“Don’t say his name! You know what a name does to ones power. I don’t need him getting any stronger than he’s already become. That’s the last time I try and help one of my siblings. We have to find him before he gets off the island. And let the ladies know, this will never be allowed again. None of you will ever be assisting another demigod like him, not until I approve it.”

Believing he was already out of the palace, Circe sent guards off into the woods to search for her former captive. The newly freed boy was in fact still in her mansion, equipping himself with the necessities: potions for battle and getting off the island, snacks for the trip, empty soda cans in case he ran into some satyrs that he’d be repaying - oh, and clothes. One may get used to being naked when you spent time as a guinea pig for a couple months, but shame quickly returns with a loud knock at the door when you don’t have fur to cover everything up. Wally wasn’t as talented at transformation magic as his much older sister, but he was able to warp a few garments into suitable wear for his body type. He didn’t forget either to grab the nice jacket Circe had crafted him when he first arrived.

Memories were still flooding back to him while he raced against time and enemies to get off the island. Wally Ethan Robinson, born October 31st. You came to Camp Half-Blood when - when uh … when you were twelve! You trained with a polearm? No it - it was a staff?

Memories were still fuzzy, but he knew he had to get out of here. Wally had left New Athens in search of studying magic elsewhere, feeling he was strong enough to leave the safety of his home for the real world. A mistake he realized when he allowed someone to bring him to Aeaea. Circe had brought Wally to the island, allowing one of her servants to train him. Her intentions were a bit unclear, but she made it seem like her and Wally could strike a deal. His training on the island was short-lived. After a only a month of training, Wally had discovered his big sister had nefarious plans set up for him. Trying to escape, he wasn’t prepared for a fight against her, and like so many others had his human form stripped, replaced with the body of a furry little creature. Circe’s girls had made mistakes as well though. By forgetting to keep up magical wards on Wally, the demigod was able to free himself from Circe’s spell through weeks of hard concentration. It was easy when all you had to keep yourself busy a wheel to run on.

Not too long after gathering what he needed, the young man was running through the woods. About ten minutes in, Wally began hearing sirens and voices getting closer. He frantically searched through one of Circe’s stolen spell books for a quick way off the island. Whether it be through the shadows, below the Earth or into a wormhole, he would risk it. Wally was willing enough to take the first opportunity that came his way. The demigod wasn’t fast enough to outrun the girls and soon enough, Circe and two guards came upon him in a clearing.

“Woah,” proclaimed the one guard with a shocked expression. “He does look like that one guy from Shadowhunters.” The other girl snorted and gave a tiny nod, blushing a bit on her cheeks.

“Right?! You totally look like Dominic Sherwood!” Circe slammed her foot down, leaving a trace of magic to skirt through the ground where cracks had been made. She huffed and waved them to step back, advancing alone on the demigod.

“You have such nerve, Wallace. It’s admirable, I’ll give you that.” The sorceresses eyes were practically glowing red with anger. Wally pondered mentally whether or not to correct her about the name. He could have told Circe that he hadn’t been called Wallace since Chiron first met him; but he figured it was better to stay quiet rather than piss her off even further. “I give you a roof under your head, food from my own stock, and I allow you to learn from us. Then - then you try and escape after I turn you into a cute little animal?! It is easy to lose one’s mind when stuck like that, sure! Still though. I mean - I knew from our short time together that you were a bit flippant. But I had no idea you were so …” Her guards began to fill in words for her.

“Determined?” It was impressive to them that he could break her own magical curses and turn back to human.

“Quick to learn?” In the weeks he’d spent with Circe, Wally showed great improvement with learning to warp magic.

“He can’t learn to tell time apparently. You were really horrible at showing up on time for things.” Wally just shrugged at that, givfing her a look like yeah, time management isn’t one of my better skills.

Circe decided to finish for them. “He’s also easily won over. What will you offer to New Athens when you try to return - should you get out? You were brought here because I was curious of you. The fancy tricks and powerful magic kept you on the island though.” Circe narrowed her eyes, not daring to admit that Wally was clever in winning her over, his smooth speaking making Circe willing to train him. “You knew who I was, yet you stayed. Now when you go back, what lies or twisted truth will you tell them so that you’re welcome back with open arms? They’ll wonder where you were.” Wally felt himself getting red with embarrassment. She was right. He left with no plans, just an idea and empty dreams. He wormed his way into Circe’s home, knowing all about her treacherous past. There were times when kids would call him a snake because of what he could do, acting like he was the devil incarnate. Wally felt they may be right. Circe may have proved it. Wally didn’t know how he’d back to camp, but he knew Circe would never let him live if he didn’t leave now. “Wally, give up now and I may even let you have the jacket. It’ll keep you warm when you spend the nights in my barn, as an ass!” She put her hand out, a sliver of light shooting from her finger tips.

Wally countered it with a wall of energy. A purple mist had begun to grow while Circe talked. Now it was up to their feet, with tendrils swirling over the guards’ legs. The eerie mist enveloped Wally, and when Circe went to grab him, she only caught smoke.

…

The demigod didn’t wake up until a few days later, when his bladder demanded emptying, his stomach demanded food, and his body demanded hydration. Transforming himself into a human had spent a lot of his energy, but the transportation spell nearly did him in. Of course it was helpful that a satyr had set up camp when he found Wally after catching his scent.

After trading some berries, water, stories and soda cans, Wally learned of The Recall. Turns out he didn’t need to worry about finding some place to go to; he was heading back to his old stomping ground whether he liked it or not.

Wally didn’t have enough energy after that powerful spell to even create a simple flame. Wally wouldn’t have to travel too far though. The satyr informed him that they weren’t too far from the camp. The horned creature was curious about the jacket around Wally.

“How’d you get it to glow like that?” Wally just smiled, pulling the fabric closer around him. He told the satyr that it was a gift, though the tone of his voice may have suggested otherwise. Wally couldn’t be grateful enough that he had found help. He barely could grasp the fact that he had enough talent to even get himself here. He’d learned more from his time with his sister than he thought. All in all, his adventure to go and learn more about magic wasn’t a total waste. Wally had one of her books, a new jacket. Though his appetite for vegetables and grass was totally gone.

Wally thought hard about the life he was about to go back to. Friends who hadn’t heard from him in months, people who never trusted him for acting reckless in his younger years. Wally wasn’t even sure if he trusted himself now. He was far more naive than he knew. He chided himself mentally, because he should have been prepared for something like this.

Hours later, as they approached Camp Half-Blood, Wally told himself that he’d be wiser, that he wouldn’t take things so lightly. He had a lot of training to do, that, and get a job.