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β© Basics β©
Name: Hypnos Samson Rockwell
Age: Appears approximately 20 "Maybe I'm a little short for my age."
Gender: Male
Sexual orientations: Pansexual
β© For Gods β©
God of: Sleep
Origin: Greek Gods
A brief summary: The Greek god of Sleep, Hypnos was said to reside in a closed off cave, in which the river Lethe, the river of forgetfulness, ran through. His brothers or sons would be acquitted the task of guarding him, and preventing noises from awakening him. Since his fall, he has lost the wings that were once on his head. Falling had many effects on him, and with such a sudden fall, residing in a place such as the one he was in, the river Lethe has had some minor effects on his short-term memory. Now-a-days, he can do little more than put people into a hypnotic state or a sleep state.
β© Delving Deeper β©
Personality: A dreamy, elegant young thing, Hypnos seems to drift in and out of conversations. His attention wavers easily, and it is often when he will become distant and it is clear that the world has become hazy around him. He's a sweet boy, if somewhat blunt, and somewhat unfocused. He seems the type who could hardly bring himself to harm anyone, or even say a cruel thing. His personality has gotten on other people's nerves, actually, though the poor boy can't help his nature. His wistfulness almost seems to be all that he is - a simple, forgetful, sleepy boy - but it seems that his blunt nature can be rather pungent as well. In an instant, he may throw down judgement or cruel words of lucidity, though they can be very short lived, and before long, he's retreated back into himself, and possibly having forgotten what he had said already. People in close standing with him can be rather protective of him, seeing as he is a rather small, helpless god in this state of his, and many can be very indulgent with his desires, especially when he goes on public outings with his friends. When lucid, though at times he can be rather meek, he's rarely afraid to put his opinion down on the table, or express his distaste with something or someone. He gets easily flustered and agitated over others fussing about him and calling him cute, but it's mostly a cover-up to hide that he enjoys all the fuss.
History: Hypnos' history is spotty to him. Here and there a memory, but much since his fall was so difficult for him to muster from the ashes of his brain. His place of dwelling became a greater fall for him, as he lost so much godly power, and the river of forgetfulness, Lethe, seemed to seethe into his mind. The next thing he knew, his location was unknown - a town of some sort, though he had nary a clue which one - and his memory of how he got there was gone from him. He panicked, for a while. How would he get back to his cave and where even was it from there? He spent a hundred years even, trying to reach the place he had so long called home, but as his lucidity seemed to waver in and out, and sleepwalking took him far from where he would lay to rest some nights, he soon became sure that he was only getting further and further from his home. Time passed in chunks, until his wanders brought him to the city of New York. Other fallen gods had done the same thing, so why not?
While he remained solitary for a while, it became quite clear that he couldn't maintain what little power he had left without some small amount of worship. He took up a career of being a male model, though his height and wavering mind made it difficult. Still, his elegance made him desirable for photography, and "Sammy Rockwell" became decently popular with photographers and young girls who liked to look at cute male models. He managed to make it through adjustment to this new life relatively well, his personality was hardly acceptable for human's culture. People were often concerned at his sudden lapses in lucidity, though nothing had been done about it for a while, and people simply gave the assumption that his flighty and unfocused behavior was fine, as long as it wasn't harming anyone. It wasn't till very recently, that his wandering brought a much more undesirable result.
He came-to suddenly, and, much to his confusion and dismay, found himself in a part of the city that he didn't recognize. He was hopelessly lost, in the midst of the middle of the night. His body was shaking by the time some passing officers noticed him and stopped. One of them called out his name, having known it because of his daughter, though Hypnos simply stared blankly at him. Who was Samson? He couldn't remember right away, not until a few moments later. They interrogated him, asked him if there was anyone he could call, any family in the city. When realization finally struck Hypnos' face, and the officers were almost sure they wouldn't have anything more to worry about, the only words to pass his lips were, "Oh. I'm Samson." He was quickly escorted to the hospital, where he spent the night, before they declared that seeing as nothing was physically wrong with him, he had to go. However, with new evidence of how "dangerous" his episodes really were, he was assigned an aid to help him with regular tasks by court order. He managed to convince everyone involved to keep the situation a secret from the public, and he still continues his modeling, but he has to put up with an aid during the night and the morning, and being locked inside his apartment during the night.
Likes:
+ Sleep
+ Cuddles
+ Being fussed over
+ Television
+ Being read to
+ Blasting loud music
+ Trying on different clothes
+ Dreaming
+ Getting people to do what he wants them to
+ The violin (he can play half of the time. it depends on his state of mind at the time)
+ Animals
+ Birds
+ Wandering around
Dislikes:
- Getting woken up
- Getting lost
- People who tell him what to do
- Forgetting
- Being fussed over (it's love-hate)
- Yelling
- Getting upset
- People who are upset
- Horror movies
- Horses (they freak him out)
- Not being able to sleep
Secrets:
...He kind of enjoys being fussed over...
...An aid visits him in his apartment at night and in the morning to be sure that he remembers to do certain tasks, and to make sure that he'll be able to make it through the day okay...
...That horses freak him out...
Fears:
...Other gods...
...Horses (kind of)...
...Waking up and losing track of himself yet again...
β© Relationships β©
Crush: "That... seems unnecessary..."
Boyfriend/Girlfriend: N/A
Other Affiliates: TBA
β© The Outside β©
Height: five feet, five inches
Build: Lean and quite minuscule. He's got a delicate appearance, though he appears quite elegant.
Looks: Hypnos is an elegant young man, with a boyish charm and high, jutting features to his face. His golden-blonde locks seem only more drastic by the angelic comparison of those bright blue eyes of his, which seem so focused and alert in his moments of lucidity, but blur into a haze the moment his mind tunes out. He has an innocent appearance, with sweet, pouting lips and a vacant expression half of the time. With a small body and a sliver of a stature, it's a wonder how he got himself into modeling, though it surely is true that he photographs lovely, and looks good in almost everything.His appearance always gives off that of one that couldn't hurt a fly, and needs to be protected. Surely he lives up to his looks, though he absolutely hates to admit it. He's got a precious look to him, hand that slight curl to his hair, or those long dark lashes, or even the awkward features of his face only add to the over-all look.
Distinguishing Features: Aside from scattered freckles and beauty marks, his looks seem to be distinguishing on their own.
β© Other β©
Other: Nothing as of this moment.
β© Basics β©
Name: Hypnos Samson Rockwell
Age: Appears approximately 20 "Maybe I'm a little short for my age."
Gender: Male
Sexual orientations: Pansexual
β© For Gods β©
God of: Sleep
Origin: Greek Gods
A brief summary: The Greek god of Sleep, Hypnos was said to reside in a closed off cave, in which the river Lethe, the river of forgetfulness, ran through. His brothers or sons would be acquitted the task of guarding him, and preventing noises from awakening him. Since his fall, he has lost the wings that were once on his head. Falling had many effects on him, and with such a sudden fall, residing in a place such as the one he was in, the river Lethe has had some minor effects on his short-term memory. Now-a-days, he can do little more than put people into a hypnotic state or a sleep state.
β© Delving Deeper β©
Personality: A dreamy, elegant young thing, Hypnos seems to drift in and out of conversations. His attention wavers easily, and it is often when he will become distant and it is clear that the world has become hazy around him. He's a sweet boy, if somewhat blunt, and somewhat unfocused. He seems the type who could hardly bring himself to harm anyone, or even say a cruel thing. His personality has gotten on other people's nerves, actually, though the poor boy can't help his nature. His wistfulness almost seems to be all that he is - a simple, forgetful, sleepy boy - but it seems that his blunt nature can be rather pungent as well. In an instant, he may throw down judgement or cruel words of lucidity, though they can be very short lived, and before long, he's retreated back into himself, and possibly having forgotten what he had said already. People in close standing with him can be rather protective of him, seeing as he is a rather small, helpless god in this state of his, and many can be very indulgent with his desires, especially when he goes on public outings with his friends. When lucid, though at times he can be rather meek, he's rarely afraid to put his opinion down on the table, or express his distaste with something or someone. He gets easily flustered and agitated over others fussing about him and calling him cute, but it's mostly a cover-up to hide that he enjoys all the fuss.
History: Hypnos' history is spotty to him. Here and there a memory, but much since his fall was so difficult for him to muster from the ashes of his brain. His place of dwelling became a greater fall for him, as he lost so much godly power, and the river of forgetfulness, Lethe, seemed to seethe into his mind. The next thing he knew, his location was unknown - a town of some sort, though he had nary a clue which one - and his memory of how he got there was gone from him. He panicked, for a while. How would he get back to his cave and where even was it from there? He spent a hundred years even, trying to reach the place he had so long called home, but as his lucidity seemed to waver in and out, and sleepwalking took him far from where he would lay to rest some nights, he soon became sure that he was only getting further and further from his home. Time passed in chunks, until his wanders brought him to the city of New York. Other fallen gods had done the same thing, so why not?
While he remained solitary for a while, it became quite clear that he couldn't maintain what little power he had left without some small amount of worship. He took up a career of being a male model, though his height and wavering mind made it difficult. Still, his elegance made him desirable for photography, and "Sammy Rockwell" became decently popular with photographers and young girls who liked to look at cute male models. He managed to make it through adjustment to this new life relatively well, his personality was hardly acceptable for human's culture. People were often concerned at his sudden lapses in lucidity, though nothing had been done about it for a while, and people simply gave the assumption that his flighty and unfocused behavior was fine, as long as it wasn't harming anyone. It wasn't till very recently, that his wandering brought a much more undesirable result.
He came-to suddenly, and, much to his confusion and dismay, found himself in a part of the city that he didn't recognize. He was hopelessly lost, in the midst of the middle of the night. His body was shaking by the time some passing officers noticed him and stopped. One of them called out his name, having known it because of his daughter, though Hypnos simply stared blankly at him. Who was Samson? He couldn't remember right away, not until a few moments later. They interrogated him, asked him if there was anyone he could call, any family in the city. When realization finally struck Hypnos' face, and the officers were almost sure they wouldn't have anything more to worry about, the only words to pass his lips were, "Oh. I'm Samson." He was quickly escorted to the hospital, where he spent the night, before they declared that seeing as nothing was physically wrong with him, he had to go. However, with new evidence of how "dangerous" his episodes really were, he was assigned an aid to help him with regular tasks by court order. He managed to convince everyone involved to keep the situation a secret from the public, and he still continues his modeling, but he has to put up with an aid during the night and the morning, and being locked inside his apartment during the night.
Likes:
+ Sleep
+ Cuddles
+ Being fussed over
+ Television
+ Being read to
+ Blasting loud music
+ Trying on different clothes
+ Dreaming
+ Getting people to do what he wants them to
+ The violin (he can play half of the time. it depends on his state of mind at the time)
+ Animals
+ Birds
+ Wandering around
Dislikes:
- Getting woken up
- Getting lost
- People who tell him what to do
- Forgetting
- Being fussed over (it's love-hate)
- Yelling
- Getting upset
- People who are upset
- Horror movies
- Horses (they freak him out)
- Not being able to sleep
Secrets:
...He kind of enjoys being fussed over...
...An aid visits him in his apartment at night and in the morning to be sure that he remembers to do certain tasks, and to make sure that he'll be able to make it through the day okay...
...That horses freak him out...
Fears:
...Other gods...
...Horses (kind of)...
...Waking up and losing track of himself yet again...
β© Relationships β©
Crush: "That... seems unnecessary..."
Boyfriend/Girlfriend: N/A
Other Affiliates: TBA
β© The Outside β©
Height: five feet, five inches
Build: Lean and quite minuscule. He's got a delicate appearance, though he appears quite elegant.
Looks: Hypnos is an elegant young man, with a boyish charm and high, jutting features to his face. His golden-blonde locks seem only more drastic by the angelic comparison of those bright blue eyes of his, which seem so focused and alert in his moments of lucidity, but blur into a haze the moment his mind tunes out. He has an innocent appearance, with sweet, pouting lips and a vacant expression half of the time. With a small body and a sliver of a stature, it's a wonder how he got himself into modeling, though it surely is true that he photographs lovely, and looks good in almost everything.His appearance always gives off that of one that couldn't hurt a fly, and needs to be protected. Surely he lives up to his looks, though he absolutely hates to admit it. He's got a precious look to him, hand that slight curl to his hair, or those long dark lashes, or even the awkward features of his face only add to the over-all look.
Distinguishing Features: Aside from scattered freckles and beauty marks, his looks seem to be distinguishing on their own.
β© Other β©
Other: Nothing as of this moment.
