Poseidon Oceanus: District 4

Poseidon has dazzling hazel colored eyes shinning various shades of green on the outside with piercing golden rings just around his pupils. He stands at 6”3 and weighs 150 lbs, giving him a lithe yet larger build for his age. His time on the fishing boat gave him a very cut build, while simultaneously keeping him from becoming a hulking mass of muscle. He has sun kissed skin, never seeming to get any darker or lighter than a light golden hue. He keeps his light brown colored hair at a medium length that sits just above his eyes. He has the narrow features of youth, with signs suggesting a strong jaw line and broad shoulders. The physical demands of his fathers trade developed a good reaction time, a strong body for throwing or pulling, a natural affinity for swimming, as well as a good sense of balance. Unfortunately he never inherited his fathers sense of direction leaving Poseidon’s navigation skills little to praise.

On most days Poseidon will sport either a pristine white Henley shirt with the buttons undone or a very loose fitted grey tank-top with an abstract picture of an aqua colored tidal wave; depending on the weather at the given time. For special occasions Poseidon has a button up dress shirt with a blue, black, and white plaid design. For bottoms Poseidon will most commonly be seen in an array of board shorts, while also owning one pair of dark colored denim jeans. He wears a hand woven hemp bracelet with a blue and black crossing pattern on his left wrist and a necklace with a circular rose quartz pendant attached. On his back is a large mural tattoo of Crashing waves which form an oval pattern around a trident.

Poseidon is an incredibly laid back person, who’s adopted a very philosophical view of the world and its workings. Without realizing it, Poseidon’s personality has become in many ways like the ocean itself. Typically he’s very good natured and willing to help, and his calm disposition is always set off with a charming smile, but under the surface currents are constantly moving. Though it’s a rare occurrence he is prone to change moods rapidly and with little warning. His belief in accepting all beliefs as possibilities makes him seem very contradicting in nature since he comes off as either optimistic, pessimistic, or realistic depending on how you phrase your questions.

To better understand Poseidon, you’d need to grasp his philosophies and how he views the world in general. In his mind he believes that all is exactly as it should be, meaning whatever happens was supposed to happen. In his contradicting nature he also believes every person has the ability to carve out their own path, meaning no single persons fate is set in stone. His attraction to the water and love for the ocean developed the thought that life itself is simply a giant waterfall into a grand ocean, each of their existences a single drop of water all colliding and swirling together to form a mass of something grander. Its these basic philosophies that empower him to strive forward, that give him the resolve to accept his tragedies and shortcomings while maintaining his cheerful disposition.

His seemingly composed and joyous nature works for him as a double edged sword. While it’s something that attracts people to him under normal circumstances, it also manages to push people away in times of crisis or despair. Others have a hard time grasping why he can remain so okay with the workings of the world after all that’s happened to him or those around him, and his nature can seem deceptive if people think into further than is necessary. Also, since the norm for him is to be so accepting and good natured, the few times his repressed emotions take the fore of his persona strike a stark contrast making them seem that much more extreme. Overall, Poseidon is a thinker, desiring only to take the time and spend it gazing into the vast body of water and letting his thoughts roll around his head, he only cares to take action when there is no other course left to take; this makes him seem lazy, but the way he strives to take care of his body physically would prove otherwise.

Poseidon was born to a fisherman’s family in district four, gracing him with the spray of the coast and a naturally bred passion for the waters lustrous call. His father gave him the name Poseidon from a short story his family had managed to pass down through the ages about a god of the sea. Growing up knowing he shared the name of a god naturally gave him a sense of responsibility, he had to live up to the expectations his father clearly placed on him hadn’t he? The young Poseidon constantly begged his father to take him along on his fishing excursions, and if the weather was particularly pristine his loving father would agree making him promise to always mind the waters. Seeing his father, the toughest man and only idol Poseidon had ever known, give so much respect for the vast expanse called the sea filled the little boy with a magical sense of awe.
During one rough year of catches his father had no choice but to take a chance with waters fate. Every experienced fisher knew that going out with black clouds, no matter how distant on the horizon they might be, was always a gamble best left alone. The young Poseidon could sense the danger in his fathers presence as he prepared to leave as he always did, with a brief smile and his short promise to mind the waters. He watched his father sail off and waited as was custom to him at the shore line. It wasn’t long before the light blue sky was consumed with the intoxicating presence of the massive dark clouds and the waves started to crash and roll over themselves like a body writhing in pain. A chilling rain began to crash down from the sky matting his hair to his face as water trailed down him in rivulets. The constant thought of his father being lost out at sea ate away at the boys mind, and in his young state he just knew he had to live up to his god shared name. The boy dove in, swimming as hard as his little body could manage, fighting to keep his head above the massive weight of the water around him.
Back at the house sat a mother consumed with worry for her only little boy and her lover when neither of them returned when the storm began. She ran out knowing her little boy would refuse to come home on his own even in this bone chilling rain. She searched up and down the shore line, trying to think of every possibility and only coming up with one frightening conclusion…
The little Poseidon, barely managing to fight his way through wave after wave, pulled his head up out of the water and searched around him to see neither shore nor ship in sight. Fear began to seep into him as the cold depths numbed his body and slowed his movements. Soon the boy could do little more than give into the baying water, slipping into a sleep as if the sirens had sung him a lullaby.
His father realized to continue in this weather would be little more than pointless, turned his boat around and began to navigate his way to the shore using the routes he knew so well. Through the torrential downpour he barely made out a shape floating limply in the rocking waves of the sea. Instinct sat deep in the mans gut like a hollowed pit and forced the man to act against better judgment, before he could even grasp his own plan he was diving off his ship with a tethered down rope in hand. When he reached the shape he was terrified to find his own boy barely afloat face down in the water, without hesitation he grabbed his son and pulled him tight against his chest as he fastened the rope around the both of them and began pulling against all the might of the ravenous sea. Once he pulled his son and himself on board he began compressing the boys chest, trying to dispel the kiss of the water from the boys lips. He knew the motions, he’d done it before, but never had he imagined the overwhelming fear that came with seeing your own child limp before you. Seconds ticked like hours to the man, and finally the boy coughed harshly and rolled over to the side gasping for the air which had been absent for too long from his lungs. Poseidon was surprised to feel his fathers massive warmth clasp around him in such an embrace.
When the two finally made it to the shoreline they found Poseidon’s mother collapsed weeping in the pouring rain. Overcome with emotion she dashed towards them and after a moments respite of being a whole family once more they made off to their home. However fate would determine a different outcome for their family, both the mother and little Poseidon came down with pneumonia, being little less than prepared for the cold storm. Poseidon’s youth helped him overcome his struggle against the sickness, however his mother couldn’t hold out any longer. His father was struck with a depression Poseidon had never seen in him before. He watched his father live on in silence, never saying more than was necessary, and only eating what his body forced him too. Poseidon never had to ask his father to take him along his fishing trips, his father simply raised his normally bowed head to Poseidon and nodded towards the direction of the sea with a dead look in his eyes.