Liam Smith-Wakefield

[Liam Smith-Wakefield]

Liam Timothy Smith-Wakefield

NEVER HAVE I EVER
felt like this before
***
Basics.

Name: Liam Timothy Smith-Wakefield
Nickname: Since he hates nicknames, no.
Age: Eighteen
Birthday: May 15th.
Species: Demigod
Orientation: Heterosexual
Face Claim:Andrew Garfield

NEVER BEEN THE ONE TO KNOCK
but now i’m at your door
***
Appearance.

Height: Six Foot Even.
Weight: 150lbs.
Hair: Light brown, thick and cut down to his ears. Liam has some unfortunate cowlicks.
Eyes: Brown, slightly bigger than normal.
Build: Lanky, a runner's body all the way.
Other: A birthmark on the bottom of his left palm, no distinguishable shape. Also, he has a scar on his right knee from surgery.
Style: Attire wise, Liam likes everything that is comfortable and easy to run in. Shorts, tank tops, shirts, sweats. Nothing screams well-dressed on this kid. In fact, if he is well dressed... you should be worried Cooper got ahold of him or something. He's probably traumatized... again. Liam's hair is all over the place, but he manages to get it decent looking by mid-morning, and he has picked up a slight tan during his camp days. He doesn't really take care of his clothes or how he looks, but the boy has an incredibly healthy body thanks to his own love of running and his mothers' love of organic foods. A watch and some bracelets adorn his wrists, and Liam is always seen in either his running shoes or man-flops.

WELL LISTEN VERY CLOSELY
you can hear the sound
***
Personality.

Likes: Running, cooking, the beach, storms, cats, his sister and mothers, giving advice.
Dislikes: Clutter and crowded places, most vegetables, superstitions, sunburns, and nosy people.
Strengths: Athletics, organizing, running.
Weakness: anything to do with the arts, academics, his temper.
Fears: Losing his family, being too apathetic.
Overall Personality: Liam is a pretty chill guy, he's apathetic about things he really doesn't care about, but that doesn't mean his temper doesn't light up when someone insults something he does care about. Like his family or friends. He would much rather be out running or playing soccer than working on greek or hanging with apollo kids. He's made some friends, but it's not like Liam is popular at camp. Usually he flies underneath the radar, the laid-back Hermes Cabin Leader. He loves his family and cabin, enjoys meeting new people, helping in anyway that he can. Sometimes he can get a bit overexcited, but that's only for special occasions.

OF A LOVE THAT MAKES MY HEART BEAT
and my head spin round
***
Backstory.

Mortal Parent: Two Mortal parents, his mothers Jean Wakefield and Cora Smith.
Siblings: A younger adopted sister named Raylin Smith-Wakefield.
Other: None.
History: Liam Smith-Wakefield had a dad, once upon a time. His mother Jean was his bilogical mother, he was sure of it. Liam and Jean look very similar, and for a while there was just oen parent. Liam went through several 'test-dads', guys his mother would bring home, but she was always unsatisfied, and through that, so was Liam. He never learned about his father, after all, he had bigger concerns.

Liam struggled in school, because of his diagnosed ADHD and dyslexia. His mother couldn't afford much either, because she only owned an athletic clothing store. They lived above that store, telling jokes in the one bedroom apartment, struggling through homework, dreaming about a better life where they an actual lawn and where letters didn't get mixed up. Liam shrugged off school repercussions, as being ADHD and constantly being the clumsiest kid around led for a lot of broken things.

When Liam was thirteen, his mother met someone. That turned out to be Cora Smith and her daughter, Raylin. Cora was like a second mother to Liam, always wanting the best for him. Raylin was pretty neat too, even though she was super smart. Turns out Jean and Cora liked each other a lot as well, because eventually they started dating and moved in later on as the relationship progressed.

The change from a family of two to four, from one mother to two, was a big change, but so were other things. Like the dog that followed him home only to try and kill him, or how that student teacher turned into a snake lady and threatened to fail him if he didn't comply. No one would believe him though, well... no one but Raylin. The short girl seemed to have a logical explanation. And by logical Liam figured it insane and crazy. She explained that his father was some sort of god, he was greek and monsters were after him. Liam went to go tell their mothers that his sister was crazy.

Then they agreed with him.

It was like one whole sick joke. His mother made sure to tell everyone in the family but him. Furious as he was, it kind of made sense. And he couldn't go denying it while snake ladies threatened him, so at the age of 15 he finally got shipped off to camp. Every summer since then Liam goes back to his second home, now being a son of Hermes. This last year, as monster attacks increased, the family all decided that it was best for Liam to stay at camp all year round to have a break before they force him into college.

IT FEELS LIKE FIRE AND ICE
you bring my body to life
***
Puppeteer.

Name: Stellar, Toshi, mostly anything.
Age: an appropriate one.
Contacts: PM is preferred.
Experience: Over three years, bro.
Role-Playing Sample: Pietro Torres figured out the hard way that unicycles and sand didn't exactly mesh well together. He had been riding it around camp, minding his own joy-filled business when the italian boy thought a swim was in order. after all, it was a fantastic day to soak upsome rays and just to goof around. Peter's training had been tough that morning, and already his muscles were complaining. He hadn't kept his muscles in condition while being away from camp, so getting to camp late hadn't helped any. Especially now that he trained in the morning. It made him sore all day! It's a good type of sore though. One that reminds me that I did good. Like when I built those sandbag walls for that flood in Missouri last spring break. same soreness. The boy had quickly decided that he would visit the Sound.

Actually, it was his first time since coming back to camp. This year was his second year, and he harbored more mixed emotions than he did last year. It was here that he found out his grandmother died after she sent him away to the camp. Normally a boy who loved camps, he kind of spited the whole demi-god existence in secret that first summer, trying to recover from the loss of a woman who had greatly influenced his life. That old, rickety woman taught him basically how to live, always in the service of others. Pietro had no idea how he was to survive the next school year without her breathing down his neck about how he made a difference that day. Living with his best friend's family and satyr was nothing like being home. Home wasn't this camp, no matter how right it felt. Of course, it wasn't like he told anyone here that. For some people, camp was their only home. How dare he scoff at it in his grief? His grandmother would be ashamed of him.

So Pietro lived camp this year to the fullest, the way she would have wanted him to. He tried everything, and made sure to make friends. It always was neat getting to help and hear others' stories. Kind of like indirectly living their life. You could tell a lot about a person just by how they told their stories. Some focused more on the big picture, others, on tiny details. People let out more than they realized when they told stories. They told of themselves. Pietro often wondered what people thought of his stories. All of the summer camps and polite reprimanding. The volunteering and sports and being that supposed 'golden' child. Did they see what he kept inside? Did he cover up the negativity well?

Peter stopped the thought process for a bit as he neared the body of water. Lucky for him, he had already decided to wear his trunks today, for they matched his bright blue shirt well. Even though he had his unicycle at camp last year, he hadn't brought it to the water with him. In fact, he had never used the device on sand to begin with. Does it feel differ- Of course it does! Pietro decided a little experiment was in order. Not being the brightest, he thought only the feeling of riding would change, not his ability to actually use the one-wheeled transportation on sand. Smiling to himself, the teenager peddled forward into the sand strongly and headfirst, eagerly awaiting the change in terrain to give him a signal.

Instead he went flying into the sand.

Rolling off of his stomach and blinking sand out of his eyes, Peter managed to get himself into a sitting position and looked at his unicycle, dumbfounded. If he had been paying attention more instead of eagerly rushing, he would've realized that he was leaning way too far forward about a second into the speed-gain. The next second his balance was thrown off and he went for a sand bath. It was everywhere, even in his ears! Grumbling, Peter stood up, not bothering to check if anyone had seen his blunder and picked up his old belonging. It didn't take long to reach the water's edge, though he did set his knapsack and unicycle a bit farther from the water. He didn't want anything damaged.

Sitting on the water's edge, Peter shook sand out of his hair and ears. The water was calm, as he expected on such a nice day. Other people would surely be about, and some would've seen his fall. Sighing, he let his body fall out from underneath him, and fell back into the sand. All of the work getting sand out of his hair was to no use, because more was mixing in, though in the back now. His arms were extended out from him, as if he was imitating a starfish. When starfish lost something, a limb, they regrew it back. "What about me, can I grow something back? Hrmmm..." If his eyes were open, and if he had been paying more attention, perhaps Peter would've noticed the shadow slowly rising over him.

[Tinker]

Hey. Hey you. Yeah, you. With the face. You've been accepted. Now, go claim that face, and enjoy your stay at Camp, k?