DI ANGELO, Nico Logan

[NICO LOGAN DI ANGELO]

NICO

[/size] LOGAN DI ANGELO

We will never sleep!
'Cause sleep is for the weak!
And we will never rest!
'Til we're all fucking dead! [/size]

You want to know 'bout me? [/color]

* Full Name: [/color]Nico Logan Di Angelo
* Age: [/color]19
* Gender: [/color]Male
* Species: [/color] demi-god
* Olympian Parent: [/color] Hades
* Sexuality: [/color]Straight

Well, I think I'm Sexy. [/color]
* Eyes: Two, one brown, one blood red.
[/color] * Hair: [/color] Long, shoulder length, dark brown.
* Birthmark: [/color] The blood red iris in his red eye, giving him to ability to see someone's soul, whether alive or dead.
* Distinguishing Features: [/color]The multitude of tattoos covering his body.
* Play By: [/color]Mike Fuentes
* General Appearance: [/color] From an early age, Nico knew he wasn't of this world, due to the red eye he'd had from birth, but as he grew up and slowly learnt his powers, he found himself wanting to blend in more and more with his lesser mortal colleagues due to the fact that he had no explanation for why he could do what he did. This meant he would wear mortal fashions and cover his eyes with a pair of dark lensed sunglasses. To this day, he still takes this to heart, and usually ends up wearing a pair of skintight jeans, with some sort of tshirt/plaid overshirt combination. The only thing that has stayed the same is the use of sunglasses. He is also rarely seen without a cigarette in his mouth.

The Rest Might Be A Blur. [/color]
* Family: [/color] Mother: Maria Di Angelo, Alive
Father: Hades, God of the underworld, Immortal
Sister: Bianca Di Angelo, Deceased
* Abilities: [/color] Being the eldest son of Hades, and to his knowledge, his only living child, Nico has full reign over all of his father's abilities. Considering that Hades is one of the 3 highest ranking Gods, this makes his abilities almost endless. Firstly, Nico is immune to all earthly diseases and his body will heal itself at an accelerated percentage. He has power over the element of fire, whether already existing or produced from his own hands, which can be used as either an offensive weapon or cast as a shield to protect himself from attack. He has the ability of Necrokinesis, meaning he can communicate with and control the dead, sense when a person has died, release souls from the underworld, and cause people to fall asleep by merely pointing at them. On top of that, he has has Umbrakinetic abilities, meaning he can travel through shadows and use shadows to conceal himself from the naked eye. And lastly, he has Geokinetic abilities, meaning he can manipulate rocks and use them as deadly weapons, cause earthquakes, and even open portals of hellfire from the ground which trap creatures in the underworld.
* Pets: [/color]None
* Anything Else: [/color]Nico owns a sword made of Stygian Iron, that can kill monsters but will not harm mortals. The sword itself is indestructible, as it was cast in the underworld and cooled in the river Styx. The sword also helps with his ability to control the dead.
* History: [/color]Nico Logan Di Angelo, son of Hades, is a mysterious being. He spent his entire life, like most other Demigods, unaware of who his father was. He always knew there was something different about him however. He could hear voices of people who knew to be dead, he could play with rocks without ever touching them, and fire didn't burn him. In fact, nothing could harm him. At the age of 9, he fell from a building and walked away without a scratch on him. It was after that moment, that his mother, Maria, finally told both him and his sister Bianca, that they were in fact children of Hades. In his mind, Nico had no trouble adapting to this fact, seeing as it made perfect sense. However, he did become hungry for more information. What were his full powers? Were there any others like himself? What would happen as he got older? His mother tried her hardest to answer his questions, but it still wasn't enough. It was then that she decided to send him to Camp Half-Blood.

At the camp, even from a young age, Nico excelled at every task put forward to him. He learned his full spectrum of power, and how to harness them as both defensive and offensive. However, the son of Hades in him had trouble following orders. He would constantly sneak out of the camp when told not to, just because he could. One of his favourite abilities was being able to travel through shadows, so he would simply wait for nightfall, hide in a corner, and he would be gone. He was a rebellious teenager, and what with his ADHD, he was impossible to control. All the teachers could do was be patient with him and hope that their efforts would result in a positive light, rather than the evil son of a bitch he could easily turn out to be. Truth is though, Nico doesn't give a damn about anything. He is a care-free individual that merely enjoys doing things for his own gain. He is mischievous and really just enjoys the anarchy value of everything. One thing that does worry the people at Camp Half-Blood is how Nico constantly deals with the death of his sister, Bianca, and his belief that Percy Jackson was to blame for it.

Time to see, the real me. [/color]
* Name: [/color]Adamm
* Age: [/color]Old enough to know, but too young to care.
* What do you want us to call you?: [/color]Adamm will be fine.
* Rp Sample: [/color]The day of the big party was finally here, and as usual Josh was far from prepared for it. Rolling over and hitting the light on his alarm clock, he groaned as the numbers glew in the dark of his bedroom. "One forty-five?" He said aloud, sitting up slowly and pushing the covers from his naked body, "It's far too early to be contemplating anything right now..." Unfortunately he was one of those people who couldn't get back to sleep once he had woken up, which was probably his own fault from years of substance abuse or something. Either way, it didn't take long for him get his skinny ass out of bed, throw on a pair of boxers and make his way downstairs, where various members of the band were already up and doing things. "Mornin'" He grunted, not bothering to listen to any replies. All he wanted right now was some breakfast, and maybe a beer.

Luckily, the fridge was fully stocked in preparation for the party tonight. After grabbing one, Josh took it with his bowl to the couch and inhaled them both, grinning like a maniac afterwards. It was funny how all it took was a bowl of some breakfast and some sort of inebriating chemical to wake him up. As he sat there, he heard constant yelling coming from up and down stairs, items being thrown around and doors slamming. "Home sweet home," He muttered, gathering his energy in order to stand up and get ready.

Not bothering to wash his dishes, Joshua ran upstairs to put on some clothes and grabbed his cell phone. He had two text messages, both from the band's dealer. "Shi mentioned a party, need to pick up?" Ignoring the other text, Josh mashed on the buttons in reply to the text he had read. "Hell fucking yes. I'll be there in 20." He hit send and threw on the rest of his shit, grabbing his keys and hopping the stairs two by two. As was custom in the KTL household, he didn't bother to locate each and every single one of his friends to let them he was going out to pick up drugs. "HEY FUCKERS!" He yelled instead, "I'm going to pick up! Try not to miss me too much!" Had anyone of his friends still been sleeping, they probably wouldn't be by now.

It took a surprisingly long time for Joshua to get back from their dealers place. Of course, as usual he had stayed for a little bit to smoke a joint with the guy, but that was just a regular occurrence for him now. Their dealer loved him, and it was the reason that he was the one that always went to go score for the rest of the band. For some reason, he would always cut in a little more than their moneys worth, and as far as the rest of the guys were concerned, that made Josh a very valuable person to have around. As he hit the button to open the garage, the first thing he noticed was Nick's car parked across both spaces inside. Goddamnit Shilo! He thought, stopping outside the garage instead of pulling into his usual space that know occupied the ass-end of Nick's.

Walking inside the house, Josh noticed quite a few people already showing up for the party. Nodding at the ones who noticed him walk in, he quickly sought after Shilo. It didn't take long to notice the loud, obnoxious girl standing alone in the kitchen. "The next time you actually manage to park the car properly, I'm gonna make you a fucking medal!" He said, the aggression in his voice cancelled out by the grin on his lips, "Here, this is for you." Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out one of the many little baggies of cocaine he had stored in there, and handed it over to her. "You're fucking welcome!" He said, winking and turning away.

Ignoring the crowd of people that were rapidly growing inside the house, Joshua ran upstairs and kicked open the door to his room. Flicking on the light, he removed the tshirt he was wearing and threw on a plaid button up, leaving the front open to expose his tattooed body. Chances were that the shirt would come off entirely before long anyway so this just made things easier for the time being. Only one last thing to do before going down and attending the party that was now beginning to pick up. Locating the little amount of coke that was left in his last baggie, he lined it up and sucked it down. With a quick shake of his head, he was finally ready to party the night away.

With a smirk, Josh hopped back down the stairs and mingled with the crowd of people a little, saying hey and throwing some high fives around to people that he recognised. Looking around he saw all the typical cliques; The Disaster Beyond The Grave crew, the As Said Before crew... As he saw all the people, one stood out as always. Sofia. Grinning, Josh quickly walked by her and smacked her ass in the incredibly inappropriate fashion he so loved to use. Continuing back onto the kitchen, he find Shilo now talking to some guy he'd never met before, so naturally, he decided to jump in on their conversation. "She ain't lying!" He chimed in after her talk of being more talented than Myles, "You'll here differently, but the real talent comes from us guitarists." Standing next to Shilo, he reached for a beer from the cooler and grinned. "So, what's up numbnuts?" He asked casually, "I think we need to turn up the heat a little, this parties kinda... dead." That was the problem when you were one of the few people on drugs, everything around seemed boring by comparison. Stealing a glance at Sofia off in the corner, he wondered how she had reacted to his personal greeting for her. The thought merely brought a chuckle to his tongue before he took a swig from his beer and waited for some sort of unlady-like response from one of his closest friends.

Wasty, wasty, whiskey hands, bitch.

The credits YO!. [/color]
This was all made by Cvdude86, You steal, I will hunt you down, and fucking beat you to the ground. [/center]