BOWSER, Arthur
Aug 10, 2015 21:33:56 GMT -5
Post by Arthur Bowser on Aug 10, 2015 21:33:56 GMT -5
ARTHUR LUCIEN BOWSER
Arthur | Asexual |
Twenty-six | Vulcan |
GENERAL INFORMATION
FULL NAME: Arthur Lucien Bowser
NICKNAME: Arthur
AGE: Twenty-six
SEXUALITY: Asexual
GENDER: Male
GODLY PARENT: Vulcan
ALIGNMENT: Titans
TRAITOR OR NOT: Unfortunately, no
SPECIES: Demigod
personality
LIKES:
His forge
Busy hands
Games of wit
Fire
Judging you
Alcohol
Cooking
Coffee
DISLIKES:
Titans
Simple minds
Neanderthalic behavior
Stubborn stupidity
Thirsty behavior
Tomatoes
Personally fighting
DREAMS:
Escaping this war to find his own private island with Channing Tatum for a butler
One day create the greatest soup ever known to the world
FEARS:
Living his full life under service of the Titans
Water (can't swim)
SASSY- He's witty, and he has a particularly smart mouth with an affinity to never seize a moment to make a smart comment. Even to the Titans, because he realizes how indispensable he is to them and he takes full advantage of that power. He's not afraid to tell you what he think of you and twist it so that even compliments come back-handed.
INTROVERTED- He's much more content to sit and work at his forge than go to the mess hall or anywhere else that he may find other people. He shows incredible disdain for social gatherings and finds it a waste of his time when he could be busy making slave collars. He's happy to chat one on one, if it doesn't take away from what he is doing.
BUSYBODY- He's very task-oriented. He doesn't work himself into any stress, because his job gives him no stress. He needs no excessive prodding from Cosmos or any other Titan to get work done, and he often plans ahead or foresees enough to know what Cosmos wants made before he's asked to make it.
OPENED EARS, CLOSED MOUTH- He knows much of the goings-on at camp, probably more so than people expect him to. He keeps an open ear to stray conversation while seeming oblivious to the parties involved, and he just as a bartender knows many of the rumors that spread around camp. But he himself will not further spread those rumors and whispers. He is much more keen to bend them to his convenience and leisure.
JUDGMENTAL BASTARD- He is very quick to judge people, because his first impressions are 95% correct and he will assume you are the way you portray you are until proven otherwise. He is quick to label you, and very slow to change his mind about you. It's a hit-or-miss getting his respect, just as it's a hit-or-miss liking this guy. He leaves you no choice but to be amused or despise him.
SMARTY-PANTS- He is no fighter by any means, but he makes up for it with his mind. This man is extremely calculative, and legitimately qualifies for a genius by his I.Q. of 136. This is a very overlooked fact for him but he prefers it that way. He loves philosophy and can debate intellectually for days over any given topic. His riddles and games of wit are unrivaled.
background
Arthur was born to a very impoverished mother. Life was humble and simple, but thankfully education is free until it really counts at college. While his mother was working on the street corner to feed her son, Arthur spent the majority of his time in the public library. He loved to read, despite having dyslexia, because every book was like a whole new start and he could eat buttered lobster and caviar instead of ramen noodles and Kool-aid. Being the introvert that he is, he did not grow up around too many close friends. In fact, he had none. He was that quiet kid in the earliest years of school that everyone looked at strangely but no one really knew what to do or say to him. And he was perfectly okay with that. He was considered a freak anyway. An ugly, vertically challenged oaf. That was the only thing he ever heard out loud. But he was not an angry individual. He grew a strong trait called disdain rather quickly, and while they looked down on him physically he was looking down on them and mentally surpassing them at every corner. He was a brilliant child, and that may have been due to spending so much time in the library. But he was out of the kids' section by the age of eight and reading novels such as Lord of the Rings and analyzing works of literary pieces like Lord of the Flies by the age of twelve. He advanced through the education system quickly, and his future was looking bright. He had such high potential for college, but of course a demigod can only live a normal life for so long.
He found out at 16 he was something beyond the ordinary the day his school burned down in a fire, and he was trapped in the library as everything came burning down. There was no way out, and the fires were spreading quickly and burning every precious book he had yet to read. He had just arrived at this college on a full scholarship, and now he was going to die. The typical tragic life of a little genius. He blacked out in the fire, but he was awoken unscathed in a pile of rubble by a rescue squad searching the aftermath. He should have been a charred carcass, but his only signs of trauma were his bruised legs trapped by the desk he had hidden under.
That was when he was approached by a second rescue squad, a Roman one. They had seen in the papers of the miracle dwarf that came out of fire and rubble untouched and come to investigate themselves. But their way of testing was to once again try and roast him alive, but in the fire a hammer and anvil sign of Vulcan appeared. Without even four more words spoken except by him demanding they clear his confused mind, he was taken back to camp. Only there was he liberated of his confusion and introduced to the head blacksmith. But this wasn't something he wanted. He never asked to have a new life. While he had no particular love for his mother, he hadn't been asked if he was okay with abandoning her without a word either. It was like captivity.
His blacksmithing skills blossomed surprisingly quick, even for a Vulcan child. The head forgemaster was old when he arrived, and it was seven years later that he died. Arthur was unarguably positioned as the new head forgemaster, and for the first time he felt like he was truly doing something right. He was able to lead, his forge was kept in premium condition and the community he was a part of was never lacking in what they needed of him and his brothers and sisters. But he was only able to hold that title for two years.
He was no fighter himself, so when the war on their home turf broke out he remained at the forge making the endless supplies of ammunition and backup equipment that would be needed. But the Titans had another plan in mind. While the Roman Warriors were preoccupied with the Greeks, a select few Titans paid him a visit at the forge, slaying those who worked with him but taking him as a prisoner and whisking him out of the area before it was even noticed that he was gone. Less than four words spoken once more, and once more he was thrust into a forge at someone else's camp in captivity. An old plot, but a new scene. He thought no differently of it than the first time. He made the best of it, and not wanting to be treated like the untouchables he saw immediately seized the opportunity to be a valuable and necessary piece of the Titan camp by doing a perfect job as their blacksmith. While he would consider and call himself a captive held against his will if anyone asked, he made no moves or any plans of escaping. It was a fool's gamble to try and do so. So here at the Titan camp, he remains as a willing captive.
He found out at 16 he was something beyond the ordinary the day his school burned down in a fire, and he was trapped in the library as everything came burning down. There was no way out, and the fires were spreading quickly and burning every precious book he had yet to read. He had just arrived at this college on a full scholarship, and now he was going to die. The typical tragic life of a little genius. He blacked out in the fire, but he was awoken unscathed in a pile of rubble by a rescue squad searching the aftermath. He should have been a charred carcass, but his only signs of trauma were his bruised legs trapped by the desk he had hidden under.
That was when he was approached by a second rescue squad, a Roman one. They had seen in the papers of the miracle dwarf that came out of fire and rubble untouched and come to investigate themselves. But their way of testing was to once again try and roast him alive, but in the fire a hammer and anvil sign of Vulcan appeared. Without even four more words spoken except by him demanding they clear his confused mind, he was taken back to camp. Only there was he liberated of his confusion and introduced to the head blacksmith. But this wasn't something he wanted. He never asked to have a new life. While he had no particular love for his mother, he hadn't been asked if he was okay with abandoning her without a word either. It was like captivity.
His blacksmithing skills blossomed surprisingly quick, even for a Vulcan child. The head forgemaster was old when he arrived, and it was seven years later that he died. Arthur was unarguably positioned as the new head forgemaster, and for the first time he felt like he was truly doing something right. He was able to lead, his forge was kept in premium condition and the community he was a part of was never lacking in what they needed of him and his brothers and sisters. But he was only able to hold that title for two years.
He was no fighter himself, so when the war on their home turf broke out he remained at the forge making the endless supplies of ammunition and backup equipment that would be needed. But the Titans had another plan in mind. While the Roman Warriors were preoccupied with the Greeks, a select few Titans paid him a visit at the forge, slaying those who worked with him but taking him as a prisoner and whisking him out of the area before it was even noticed that he was gone. Less than four words spoken once more, and once more he was thrust into a forge at someone else's camp in captivity. An old plot, but a new scene. He thought no differently of it than the first time. He made the best of it, and not wanting to be treated like the untouchables he saw immediately seized the opportunity to be a valuable and necessary piece of the Titan camp by doing a perfect job as their blacksmith. While he would consider and call himself a captive held against his will if anyone asked, he made no moves or any plans of escaping. It was a fool's gamble to try and do so. So here at the Titan camp, he remains as a willing captive.
POWERS & ABILITIES
TECHNOPATH- If it is technology, he can control it telekinetically. He can call his forge hammer to his hand from across the room and make a Thor joke about it while he does it. He is particularly strong in this power when it is his own equipment he was forged, and it is almost like he communicates with his inventions and products. It's a hit-or-miss with technology not made by his hands or his fire.
PYROPATH- not the correct terminology, but it goes with the technopath. He can create and manipulate fire at his leisure, and it is a hotter flame than regular-made fires. He is also immune to the heat or burns of fire, so he works bare-handed in his forges. But his fire like any other fire can be doused by water, and if he is wet himself then creating fire is difficult but if it is already there it can be manipulated.
PETER DINKLAGE | PLAYED BY: Zekk
coded by ulla
