Austin, Jaymes

Nickname/s: Jay, Lover Boy
Age: Fifteen years
Gender: Male
Species: Demigod
Godly Parent: Cupid
Family: Cupid (father), Mindy Austin (mother), and Karson Austin (stepfather).
Sexuality: Pansexual
Claim: Zayn Malik

Claimed: Yes
Mythology: Roman
Camp: Camp Jupiter
Status at Camp: Legionnaire
Power/s: Demigod/immortal powers go here; no maximum, but if a demigod is thought to be too powerful, the staff will ask you to take away a few abilities. Include the character's control over the powers in here.
Skill/s: Non-demigod go here; such as hand-to-hand combat, weaponry, hacking, stealth, etc. Include the character's mastery of their skills in here. If your demigod is thought to be too powerful, the staff will ask you to take away a few skills or tone down their mastery of them.

History: Two+ paragraphs, third person, past tense. Remember Greeks are led to Camp Half-Blood by Satyrs; Romans are brought to the Wolf Goddess, Lupa where she trains them and sends them off to Camp Jupiter when she believes they're ready.
Personality: Jaymes, or Jay as he prefers to be called, takes pride in his Olympian parentage. He’s forward, often ignoring personal space or boundaries, though he at least knows they exist. He knows he looks good and isn’t afraid to admit it and flaunt. He loves to show off and impress people. Attention is something he craves, though he wouldn’t admit that. He’s prideful yet can shamelessly throw himself at someone, so-to-speak. He’s a flirt down to his core. While he won’t flirt with anything that has two legs, he flirts with both boys and girls alike. When it comes to psychical contact, he isn’t very fond of it unless it’s a simple hand-hold, and even then he isn’t used to it. He may be a flirt, but he’s never dated.

There is a side to Jay that is rather a romantic. He likes to fool around and mess with people, but deep down he wants to fall in love and live “happily ever after”. He has never dated someone before, but he does have the potential to be a very loyal and caring boyfriend. But that can be hard to believe when one first meets him. On the outside, he’s cocky, holding himself up with high compliments and can sometime appear to like himself a lot. However, when it comes to personal relationships, he doesn’t have the best self-confidence. Despite wanting a relationship, he has a habit of pulling away from those that try to get into a relationship with him.

For those that have the luxury of becoming friends with him, James is still cocky, but it opens a door to another side of him most probably won’t see. He cares a lot about his friends, though that isn’t always apparent. He is also a Roman to his core. Honor and loyalty mean a lot to him and are traits he requires in himself and a friend. He is always there for his friends and can be quite protective over them. He’s a fierce warrior when it comes to fighting, knocking that up to another reason to be cocky.

Alias: Anna
Pronouns: Feminine
Contact: PM or Skype is fine.
Experience: Over five years.
Source: I made the site.
Character/s: Check the list by my staff picture.

Example: For a brief moment, Jaymes felt like he would melt or slump to the ground and bring Sorin down with him. Whether Sorin really meant that he was his favorite everything or was exaggerating, it made him immensely happy. "I'd be the sweetest thing you ever tasted," he purred into Sorin's ear. He paused, his mouth moving and mouthing the sentence he'd just said as his brain processed it. A blush lit up his face and he buried it against the crook of Sorin's neck. "Wow, okay, that sounded very dirty, even from me." He was fairly certain that if Branwen, Kyle, or Hunter had heard him say that they would have either shook their head or hit him upside the head. He'd made the mistake of really flirting with Erin one time and had been literally scared away by Hunter. Now Erin was one of the few he didn't flirt with - Maxwell liked Erin, so he was keen on hooking those two up.

When Sorin was suddenly out of his grasp, the warmth of the boy's body was replaced by a cool breeze that blew by. He made a movement to grab Sorin and pull him back, but found himself being tugged over to the fountain. He felt cold and lonely without Sorin in his arms and desperately wanted to yank the older boy back. Sitting down next to him on the fountain wasn't nearly enough. He wanted him to be impossibly closer. But he didn't want to make Sorin uncomfortable. If he didn't want to stand in the road and snuggle then he wasn't going to force him. He sat down next to him, close enough that their thighs and sides touched.

When asked about his cohort, the son of Cupid shrugged. Dylan and Reyna had taken the cohort off to train, but he'd slipped away. Surely they'd notice and get on his case later, but that was nothing compared to spending time with Sorin. "Yeah they're training, but I didn't go," he replied, reaching over and grasping Sorin's hands, intertwining their fingers. "I wanted to see you, Rinny. You're much more fun than swinging around swords or shooting off arrows." He gently pulled Sorin's hand with his own, resting them on his lap.

He didn't know if Sorin had had his first kiss already or if he'd dated someone before. He didn't know how Sorin felt about that waitress who clearly liked him. He didn't know whether if he kissed Sorin or dated him, he'd be his first anything, but he desperately wanted to be his last everything. The feelings he felt toward the son of Sancus terrified him because he was a son of love, he knew how painful love could be. But being a son of love, he knew what it felt like, what it looked like. As terrifying as it was, he knew that love felt like the touch of Sorin's hand in his own, the warmth of his skin, the light, feathery touch of his breath. Love sounded like Sorin's voice, his heart pounding in his chest, his endless rambling. And love looked just like the demigod that sat next to him.

He'd dated people before, but had gotten dumped because of his fear of commitment. What if he committed when he wasn't ready to and ended up hurting the person he cared most about? The thought of hurting Sorin felt like death itself. Before he knew what he was doing, he had an arm wrapped around Sorin's waist, turning him so that he was facing him more. His other hand slipped to Sorin's thigh, gently gripping and trying to swiftly pull him onto his lap. In the same moment, he leaned down and firmly pressed his lips to Sorin's. He'd never kissed anyone he wasn't dating on the lips - a kiss on the cheek or neck was how he flirted. He only ever kissed someone he really liked on the lips.

And he really liked Sorin.