Serov Leonidovich

SET IN THE PERCY JACKSON UNIVERSE full name: Serov Leonidovich birthdate & age: 13th October. 17 years old gender / pronouns: male, he/hom orientation: pan sexual birthplace: Russia current residence: camp Halfblood known languages: Russian, American/english, height: 6’2 weight: 130 lbs eye color: Grey appearance: Serov is tall and broad shouldered, an angular face and sharp eyes with a permanently disapproving glare. His eyes a steel grey colour and his hair was once blonde. Serov keeps it cropped short, the longest he’ll have it is a mildly grown out buzz, just a couple centimetres so he can twist baby liberty spikes out of them. He’s only been in camp a short amount of time, before then he dealt with his aggravating mix of emotions that are too strong in not the best ways. Piercings and tattoos as a form of SH, drugs and alcohol to soothe the sting of loneliness. But he’s his own worst enemy, refuses to let people close. Lets a hook up dye his hair, lets himself have the soft moments of early morning then leaves right before. He works on his physical health only to neglect his mental health in return. Sure he looks amazing with his snake bites, earrings, nose piercing, bridge piercing, spiky tattoo on his neck, and the male equivalent of a tramp stamp just at the front. - but in reality? Guy is a mess

GODLY PARENTAGE godly parent: Ate legacy or blessing (if applicable): N/A cabin: Hermes cabin major abilities (2): blind with madness - much like his mother, Servos is able to cause someone temporary insanity so strong it causes them to loose their sense of orientation Follow the leader - much like when his mother tricked Zeus, he can influence people to do as he tells them passive abilities (3) Delulu - can calm people by deluding their worries. Stressed over an exam? A gentle hand on your shoulder and a few smooth words from servos and suddenly of course you’ll pass even though you never showed up to class! Friends of foes - animals that are often perceived as tricksters or just simply have a negative perception about them (jackals, hyenas, fox’s etc) tend to be more favourable towards him

limits (must): blind with madness - if he uses it too long he can cause himself to go entirely blind himself. Having to rely on other senses Follow the leader - he’s extraordinarily susceptible to being manipulated himself. Will do whatever anyone tells him without any issue Delulu - he can’t control when he uses it, meaning he always doubts when people are actually calm and tends to stress them out more by telling them that it IS an issue in it’s entirety Friends of foes - whether on purpose or not, he has a hard time trusting or being trusted by anyone who isn’t a ‘friend of a foe’. He’s automatically considered the ‘foe’ and only gets along with the ‘friends’. He’s essentially automatically untrusted by everyone. Gets an even worse rep because of his mother being cast from Olympus. Overall - his eyesight will stay permanently bad the more he uses his main powers, until he eventually gets blind (also the usual drawbacks of nosebleeds and headaches)

years at camp: 1/2

HOBBIES AND INTERESTS Smoking, drinking, tattoos, piercings, music. Music. MUSIC. skating, climbing, running, exercise, hyenas, drawing/painting

loyal to a fault, if you manage to gain his trust (and you somehow trust him?) he will never leave your side gullable ~Can’t handle his own emotions and uses negative forms of escape (smoking, cigarettes) ~deeply wants a long term romantic boyfriend but cannot for the life of him bring himself to commit ~likes animals more than humans. Literally cannot socialise FEARS ~Commitment, ~Family, ~Finding a group only to be discarded MORAL ALIGNMENT Chaotic good FATAL FLAW: lack of self control

PERSONALITY Sero refuses to let himself open his beer to anyone. After knowing what happened to his mother and her literal family he refused to let the same thing happen to him. Never stays with the same person twice. Even his friends were kept at arms length, more just acquaintances that have good links than anything else. He wants a relationship. To feel wanted and needed but other than his pup that literally relies on him for survival, he’s worried he’ll just be pushed away and his heart is weak. He doubts he’ll survive that.

He’s unfortunately gullible. If it says idiot on the ceiling - he’ll look, realise, then get pissed off and lunch the idiot who dared make him look stupid. That’s another thing. He’s so... shit at emotions. Can’t tell one apart from the other. They always end up swirling into a messy clump. It doesn’t help that if he dares use his power his eyesight goes shit for the next however long. It makes him feel vulnerable and weak. Stupid. Which means in those moments he’s even more likely to lash out.

If you somehow, someway manage to get past ever prickly defense the punk sets up, he’s the most loyal man you’ll ever meet. Anything you want, won’t ask for praise, is simply happy to be needed and wanted.

He’ll never admit it but he’s deeply homesick. Missed the smell of the city he grew up in. The sight of the long stretching barren fields surrounding the city that he’d always hang out in. He misses Russia but will never, not in a million years, admit it. He doesn’t miss his father. It’s cruel, it’s probably unjust but Sero can’t help it. In his mind his father is just as much at fault for his mother being cast out.

Speaking of his mother, Sero is so deeply defensive of the woman. Hates any other god and what they represent, hates them for casting her out over one trivial mistake. He’s worried he’ll make one mistake and loose everything. Maybe it’s because she is the goddess of strife but bad shit seems to traipse in his footsteps. He can’t go anywhere without something bad happening, he blames himself always on the inside but refuses to mention it outside, forcing the blame on someone else even as he suffers in silence with guilt. He knows it’s his fault. He knows that if he walked off into a forest everyone in the dwmn world would be better off for it

Serov neglects his mental health like a deadbeat dad. Sad? Get a piercing. Angry? Workout. Happy? Workout. Jealous? Workout. Why bother with emotions when you can streamline everything into the feel of a boxing bag or sparring partner behind his fist. Or the pure thumping adrenaline when sprinting. Why deal with emotions that just make him pissed off when he can workout, smoke, do whatever’s in the bag his ‘friend’ brought, get a new piercing or tattoo? Shits stupid. Fucking emotions.

Fucking need for a relationship.

Fucking everything.

BACKSTORY

Serov grew up in a dingy, tiny apartment with his father. He knew who he was from the day he was born, his father never hid who his mother was. Serov carries a deep distrust for any other Gods, only loving and caring for his mother - harbouring hate to every god who dared cast her from her home He grew up in the shittiest part of urban Russia until he was 17, had a few bad influences as friends. Gave himself piercings and tattoos. His poor, highly religious father is so worried for his son’s soul, but Serov simply doesn’t care enough. In his mind, his father abandoned his mother too. He feels so close to her purely for the fact he feels they’re both misunderstood. He knew he was attractive, sharp features, dark eyes , buzzed hair, a good figure he put more effort into maintaining than keeping his mental health intact. He got anyone he wanted, a sure grin, a playful wink. He’d have fun for the night, and then early morning they’d have soft moments. They’d shake off their hangovers and sit in the bathroom, the hookup would dye his hair, swirl the colours into patterns, leave stains on his sink and his skin and his heart. Then they’d leave. The same routine every time. He hopes one day he’ll have a true, strong relationship. But not soon. The idea of commitment make him genuinely scared. What if he gets rejected? Cast out the same way his mother was? Besides alcohol, drugs, pretty boys as emo as him, and cigarettes - Serov loves hyenas. Can spend hours a day at the local shit ass zoo just sitting and sketching them. When he finally decided it was time to leave his dad he thought, i won’t even be in the country? What do i have to loose! And he got his mates - went to the zoo, stole the orphaned hyena cub put up to be euthanised and left. Didn’t look back, didn’t say goodbye properly. Didn’t care. Just left. Got to camp. And realised it’s even worse because if he wants to hookup with someone he has to then see them every single day after that. And there’s practically no access to any of his favourite things. But atleast he has Scruffs. The mangy but cute to him hyena, a little scruff of a black mane and the biggest personality on earth.