Fletcher Johnson

Fletcher 'Fletch' Johnson

OOC

Member name: Arrow

How you found us: PB Support

Other characters: N/A

Roleplay experience: 7+ years

Activity level: Moderate - High

Code word: Verified by Bee.

Basics

Full name: Fletcher Andrew Johnson

Gender: Male

Age: 18

Divine Parent: Apollo

Powers: Archery and Vitakinesis (as pertaining to himself, though he's still learning to use it)

Playby: Daniel Sharman

Personality

General personality: Fletch is a very sensitive young man; though he may not show how much something or someone means to him, he feels it deep inside. More often than not, he hides all traces of emotions save the positive, 'good' feelings. Though he may not be particularly troubled, his brain has been trained to look for subtle signs that might clue him in as to how others are feeling. When surrounded by strong emotion it is easy for Fletcher to become highly receptive and sympathetic. This can lead to his manipulation in a heartbeat; all you have to do is know how to fake it... and get him to take the bait.

Being a charismatic and highly confident individual, it is easy enough for Fletcher to be placed into a leadership position and fufill it with ease. It is harder, however, for him to be a compliant teammate, as if he has not learned to respect the other person he tends to think his own judgment will cause him to fair better. When it comes down to it, it seems to be easier (in his mind) to rely on himself. He is fairly narcissistic in nature which usually only leads to trouble (especially when he's around Aphrodite-spawn).

Of course, this self-reliance and faint idea of being able to accomplish a lot by himself has led him to over exerting his physical energy stores, which has only led to his collapse. Admittedly he would never, ever dream of admitting this, but he knows that his tendency to work too hard on his own is one of his key flaws to his downfall. Ultimately he is a try-hard who just wants to be the best, without stepping on people's toes.

Unlike some others who work with deceit and darker ideals, Fletcher Johnson has convinced himself that he should be an honest individual, whether or not that means he is forced to lay down his opinion and hurt someone's feeling. A bruised heart heals better than a broken one, after all. Though he is not openly flirtatious, his caring nature has led him to sponging up the moods put out there by other people, albeit his emotion tends to be shallow until it matures fully.

Likes: Sour Patch Kids, hiking, climbing, running, physical activities, smiling, laughing, joking, leading, being respected, watching his friends succeed, sentimental songs, pine trees, the smell of the rain, and storms.

Dislikes: Immaturity, chocolate, beer, his glasses, wet-dog smell, beetles, arrogant fools (though he can be one in the right setting), people refusing his help, and giggling, idiotic girls.

Goals: To make his parents proud, to earn the respect of many campers, to control his mood swings (though he's already quite good), and to use his emotion to his advantage.

Fears: Death, blindness, large spiders getting in his blankets, rats, being burned to death, his mother's death, the downfall of Olympus.

History

Claimed?: Yes

Camp experience: 2yrs

Mortal parent: Donna Johnson

Other relatives: N/A

History: Born into a household where he was raised by a single parent had never seemed to be an issue for Fletcher. He'd never really wondered who his daddy was or where he had gone, mostly because his mother was a one-woman-show. She worked her tail off to get her son the best she could and all that hard work paid off. Fletch was provided with only the softest clothes, the warmest meals, and the best of the best. He was, admittedly, spoiled.

Though he was a very spoiled boy, he didn't let that get in the way. Having attended a private school with other spoiled only-children, Fletch fit right in. It seemed he'd found his niche. Life progressed as usual, up until he was elected Student Council President and operated as the football captain as well. Stress began to pile on and his usual, strong facade began to deteriorate. It was then that he wondered who his father was, why he had left him, and why he'd taken interest in his mother.

There was no doubt in the teen's mind that he had been an oopsie-daisy baby; unplanned and uncared for. Obviously his mother loved him, but she'd never said anything about his father. Maybe he was just some kind of useless deadbeat, after all. Of course, such thoughts from a son could not have been seen in a very generous light from his father. 

His junior year of high school, life began to really get to Fletcher. Emotions marauding within him, the young man ended up teetering on the verge of depression. He really wanted to know who his father was, and the reveal of the big news started when his mood swings began. He hadn't a solid outlet, so he tended to take it all out on his mother. She tried her best to quell the ever-rising storm that grew within her son, so she made a desperate call to his father.

Soon enough, Fletch was fetched and taken off to Camp Half-Blood, unknowingly being the child of a Greek God. Once it had all been laid upon him, the boy wasn't sure how to feel. The question of who his father was plagued him with many sleepless nights. Someday, he hoped, he'd be claimed.

His father's claim came sooner than expected. One day, when Fletcher shot an arrow, he realized how natural archery seemed to be. With a little practice, it seemed that it was something that he needed to do; something he just had to be good at... other than charming people senseless.

Before long, his archery prowess was made known, and his claiming became known as well. It seemed he'd lived up to his father's expectations. Though he now had a father, it was kind of hard to adjust to life knowing that. Now it seemed he'd a target on his back, but he was thankful for his brothers and sisters. They would prove to be a valuable asset, he was sure.