Falco Keppler

Falco Keppler
Son of Invidia • First Cohort • Pontifex

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Personal Information

Full NameHeinrich Falco Keppler

BirthdayDecember 18th, 1999

Age19 y/o

Zodiac SignSagittarius

Sex / GenderMale / Male

SpeciesDemigod

NationalityAustrian

EthnicityCaucasian & Jewish

Sexual OrientationBisexual

Romantic OrientationHomoromantic

Relationship StatusSingle

AccentSlightly German

BirthplaceLinz, Austria

Living SituationFirst Cohort

Languages SpokenGerman / Italian / English / Latin

Weapon(s)Twin Parazonia

Personality

After being restricted for so long, Falco was bound to snap at some time, specially considering his curious, adventurous and risk-taking nature. He's the type of person that gets easily bored with routines, and wants to try new things every single time; actively seeking for a new thrill or a new high to surpass the one before and try to fill up a void with no apparent bottom. He seems to have the thought that after being deprived of so many commodities and being unhappy and full of resent towards his father, suddenly doing all these 'prohibited' things will bring him true happiness. He could easily be considered a hedonist. He seeks pleasure in sex, drugs, alcohol, and manipulating people, for entertainment, but also in the little things in life, such as stargazing, being out on the sea, the smell of wet earth, and walking around in silence with someone he appreciates.

Furthermore, Falco has a whole other side of him that not many people get to see of him. Deep inside, he's a mushy hopeless romantic that believes in true love but is, however, resigned to finding that special someone, firmly believing that if it's meant to be, it'll be. He enjoys studying people and pressing their buttons, but only good-naturedly. Once he feels comfortable around others, he'll get more and more touchy, playful, critic, sarcastic, and shed a light on his usually dark sense of humour. Every now and then, he'll get in his philosophical mood, when he'll be unusually deep and insightful, or go down a rabbit hole to his repressed memories and be reminded of his daddy issues of no matter how hard he tries, he'll probably never be enough to make his father proud.

History

Fabian Keppler did not fancy New Rome. Yes, he appreciated the sentiment behind having a small, secluded city exclusively for demigods, legacies, and all things Roman-related; but the idea of studying college to get a job as a local baker and raising kids dressed up in white togas seemed quite ridiculous, to be honest. And that was why as soon as he felt ready and mature enough to take on the lonely demigod life on his own, he exited Camp Jupiter and went back to living in Linz, his hometown.

As a child of Apollo, Fabian had been blessed with the gift of prophecy and he’d escaped his home broken from an early age, finding that after having constant dreams about Camp Jupiter and the Wolf House, those places were more apt for him, as opposed to his abusive and absent drunkard of a mother’s small apartment. Since he’d started young, he also had lots of time to progress in the Legion, and he’d eventually become a Third Cohort’s Centurion.

It was no secret that Fabian was very stuck-up, and full of himself, but what did come as a surprise was that he also was really generous and forgiving of others. This last attribute garnered him the attention of Invidia, much to everyone’s surprise. She found herself studying him and visiting his vicinities out of sheer curiosity; curiosity that became ever-growing until it became full-on yearning. It didn’t help that Fabian had been physically graced and his age had made his boyish features lead way to a much more masculine expression. With this in mind, and with a longing for intimacy with a human being after so long, Invidia seduced the son of Apollo into his small apartment. They started dating shortly afterwards, and the goddess learnt a lot from Fabian’s lack of lust for revenge and huge heart. If only more people could be like him. But then the pregnancy signs showed up, and she knew that it was time to leave.

And as soon as she did, without so much as a word to Fabian, he knew that he’d most likely bedded a goddess. He’d had his suspicions during the fleeting relationship. He’d felt her powerful presence and was almost sure she’d felt his, too. What even his prophetic talents couldn’t predict was how one day, after a few months from his last meeting with Invidia, he found a large black wicker basket with a sleeping baby and a love letter inside.

The letter confirmed his suspicions of her being a goddess, although she still didn’t reveal who, exactly, she was. Since, as he’d grown up, he’d greatly resented the physical absence of his father, and emotional absence of her mother, Fabian swore that he’d always be there for his newborn son. For better or for worse, Falco, as he named him, would become an exemplary demigod. Strong to the core and brave to the marrow.

And so he did.

For as long as Falco remembered, he’d known he was a demigod. In fear of having his son blurting out something suspicious or that could draw in monsters, he homeschooled his son. This proved to be particularly helpful, as Fabian taught Falco everything he needed, from Roman history and Latin, to poetry and art. And given how Falco, showed strong signs of intelligence, his father only pushed his limits farther and farther, in hopes of being a responsible father that prepared his son for anything.

This led to Falco’s isolation and loneliness. He practically had no friends, save for a few of his neighbours and cousins. Even then, the few times that he wanted to go out, Fabian would almost always say no, reminding his son of how dangerous it was out there that the monsters ran rampant. Little by little, Falco started resenting his father more and more. He felt a constant pressure on his shoulders, and since Fabian wasn’t one for soft words and mushy feelings, Falco rarely ever felt accomplished or approved by his father. Very rarely, when Falco demonstrated drastic improvement, Fabian would take his son sailing in Fuschl, which was the highest (and perhaps only) show of appraisal. This became one of Falco's favourite activities because it was one of the few times he could be with his father without having to worry about anything related with his godly heritage. Even then, though, Fabian expected more and more from him, and sometimes it wasn’t in Falco’s abilities to deliver. Specially during the fighting lessons.

Falco just wouldn’t get the hang of the sword. No matter how much his father corrected his stance, or criticised his technique, or gave him feedback on how to improve even more, or how hard Falco actively tried, he was a good fighter, at best; but Fabian wanted nothing short of excellent, if not perfect. Falco insisted more often than not on dropping the lessons, given how every single time he’d end up either physically or emotionally harmed by his father’s staff or harsh and degrading words. Sometimes it was both. But Fabian wouldn’t give it up. Specially not when he’d noticed that Falco was growing older and that the monster attacks’ frequency was increasing alarmingly.

Every time there was an attack, Fabian and Falco would work together on taking in down, and given their excessive interaction with one another, their teamwork was nothing but superb. One time, they fought two hellhounds simultaneously. As Fabian took care of distracting them, Falco sneaked up on them and impaled one’s belly before decapitating the other.

Another time, it was a fire-breathing horse, which, aside from leaving the father and son a few scorch marks, was a rather anticlimactic encounter. It wasn’t until one time three dracaenae showed up that they really struggled to make it out alive. Their usual diversion-attack tactic wouldn’t work, because this time, they had too many eyes glued on them. Seeing how Falco was the less seasoned fighter, two dracaenae decided to attack him to end the business twice as quickly, leaving the best skilled dracaena behind to fight Fabian.

Falco tried his best to keep up against the two monsters, but once he’d killed the first one, the other blindsided him with the butt of her spear, sending his sword skidding far away from him. Panicked, he grabbed a short sword —a parazonium, he recognised— from the hilt of the defeated dracaena’s body and shakily put it in front of him. The monster cackled. It was mostly a weapon of status, not one to fight with. She dove in to try and attack Falco, but the lightweight weapon gave him the edge. He moved out of the way on the last moment and stabbed the small blade behind the monster’s neck. Falco grabbed an identical weapon from the second dracaena before it dissolved into golden dust, alongside the one Fabian had just killed.

After that monster attack, Fabian knew that it was time. For starters, he knew that after three monsters in a same attack, only more would keep coming, and he feared for his son’s wellbeing. Could they really survive a larger encounter? It was possible, but he didn’t like the odds. Then, second, Falco had kept both parazonia, and the small, comfortable weapons had worked like a charm, quickly making Falco improve even more in his fighting skills. He was almost ready. Fabian decided to dedicate his son a few last months of final training and education before he sent him off to the Wolf House.

Unbeknownst to him, however, Falco, when faced with so much lack of human interaction, had been running off at random nights and meeting up with a street gang that quickly tried adopting him. He’d deny time after time, claiming that he only really wanted the company, and they eventually obliged. But they introduced him to the world of alcohol and other soft drugs, nonetheless, and Falco, with the sole desire to finally fit in somewhere, quickly gave in.

When he was high, he’d feel somehow more connected to the gods and his legacy. Perhaps it was a mere coincidence, but whenever he’d be under the influence of any substance, he was more prone to having dreams. With a large stash in his back pack and a lopsided smile on his lips, Falco bid his new-made friends goodbye as soon as his father wrote him his letter of recommendation and told him to get to the Wolf House.

He didn’t even share a hug with him during the farewell.

Lupa easily took in Falco under tutelage and taught him what she believed were the few things he had yet to learn firsthand, and sent him off to Camp Jupiter. The journey to get there was mostly uneventful, save for an attack from a telkhine when he’d approached the San Francisco Bay. He arrived to Camp Jupiter, got claimed by Invidia on that same night and with his recommendation letter coming from his father, a respected Centurion, he landed a spot on the First Cohort shortly after his 16th birthday.

He was called to be an augur soon after that, and stayed in that position for over two years. It was just shortly before he turned 19 that the Legion’s Pontifex Maxima retired to build her own life in New Rome. She recommended Falco to replace her, and have it as it may, after divine inspiration from the gods, Falco was chosen to become the Pontifex Maximus.

Falco has been learning on how to fulfil his spot’s duties and make his mother and father proud. The responsibility is sometimes overbearing, but nothing that his opioids can’t beat. Plus, they seem to make him more sensitive to revelation, so everybody wins. At least until now.

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Appearance

Face ClaimNico Tortorella

Eye ColourTurquoise

Hair ColourChocolate Brown

Height5'10"

Weight156 lbs

Voice TypeBass

Blood TypeA-

Distinguishing MarksA long scar across the left side of his neck

Body StyleMuscular

TattoosToo many to keep count of

PiercingsNone

ScentLeather & Whiskey

Family Information

FatherFabian Keppler

MotherInvidia

CreatorNone

Full SiblingsNone

Half SiblingsChildren of Invidia

Guardian(s)None

SpouseNone

ChildrenNone

Other RelativesAunts, uncles and cousins in Linz

Relationships

Significant Other(s)None

Best Friend(s)TBA

FriendsTBA

EnemiesTBA

OtherNone

Name Etymology

Given [ Falco ]Falcon

Middle [ Heinrich ]Home Ruler

Surname [ Keppler ]Cloak Maker

Trivia

Nickname(s)Keppler

Favourite ColourNavy Blue

Favourite MovieInglorious Bastards

Favourite SongNicht Nichts

Favourite FoodChicken Tikka Massala with Garlic Naan

Favourite DrinkSan Pellegrino: Melograno & Arancia

LikesAll things navy-related / Contemporary art / Addictions

DislikesIgnorant people / Bandwagon / Untidiness

LovesComfortable silences / Traveling / Stargazing

LoathesArrogant people / Xenophobics / Unfounded criticism

First KissA random girl at one of the few parties that he attended

First CrushMelinda

First LoveNone yet

First TimeMelinda

Pet(s)None

OccupationPontifex Maximus

Sports PlayedRugby (formerly)

Instruments PlayedViola (previously), Sings

SmokerYes

DrinkerYes

AddictionsOpioids

GoalsMaking his father proud

AchievementsBecoming the first cohort's Augur, and then Pontifex

Biggest HopeBeing enough

Biggest RegretNot hugging his father goodbye

Best MemoriesWatching his father smile as they fought together

Worst MemoriesBeing cornered up by a kids from his block and beat up

Mental IllnessesNone

Criminal RecordDrug Possession, Drug Use, Car Theft

Medical RecordMyopia in right eye, Astigmatism on the left.

Custom Trivia

* Falco uses both glasses, or contact lenses, depending on his mood.
* Out of all of his addictions, drinking is the activity that he enjoys the least.

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