Arsen Harrington

Anyone that had met Arsen would have assumed that he was this confident bloke that hardly ever had any reason to think about the consequences of his actions or even about what he was going with his life. He had his future secured and there was nothing he had to really worry about, but such a life of leisure and endless opportunity had left him feeling empty inside. He hadn't really thought about that before. The emptiness had always been there, ever since he had remembered and he had only thought about it in relation to his mother's absence but maybe it was because of that absence and the fact that his father had opted to fill the void with things and opportunities that it had first sparked it. So when he opened up to James and talked about his past, he realized there was very little differences between them. Sure the way the approached their problems was different but root of the problem was very much the same. Arsen had tried every substance known to man and he had engaged in more than his fair share of alcoholic binges. He had gotten himself in more trouble that he could remember and he had had to have his sister and their family lawyer bail him out from overseas in more than one occasion. His last trip to Spain was a perfect testament to that. His nickname Arsenic had suck as a result of such and event thinking about it now made he realize he was truly a privilege prick. "I didn't really realize I was running until you just mentioned it now. I always assumed I was just doing being myself but truth be told, I have no idea who I am. I only know who I am supposed to be in relation to other people. I am the son of Hecate, goddess of magic and witchcraft. I am the son of Calvert Harrington, real estate mogul and financial tycoon of New York City. I am the twin brother of Asher Harrington, heiress and financial genius. I am a half blood and spend my time between New York City and Camp Half Blood. I have more time than I know what to do with and yet, who am I?" He shrugged, taking a sip of his drink. But as he thought about it, he smiled at James' words and cheered with him. He had no idea who he was but that was the best opportunity to find out he assumed. "Cheers to that," he said and took another sip. "Where do you think your path is going to take you?"

Arsen chuckled. He was used to playing with fire and yes, he had to that at times he got burned. But he enjoyed the adrenaline of not knowing what was going to happen, or getting wrapped up in the moment and allowing himself to feel young and irresponsible. And Evelyn was certainly intoxicating enough to give him that adrenaline. "And you can?" He asked her and gave her a playful smirk. He felt her body getting tighter against his and he pressed against her more. The distance between them was almost nonexistent and it was enticing. Her presence alone was making him feel things that riled him up inside. How he adored those daughters of Aphrodite. He couldn't imagine what it would be like without them. In fact, it was because of them that any other woman always ended up falling flat. Nothing could be compared to them. "Do more. Make me want you. I can feel the warmth of your body against my skin. It is captivating. But if you really want to make this fun, make me want you more than anything else."

Arsen had never liked the side of him that he showed his friends back in New York but it was a side of him that he had built out of necessity and his own desire to fit in. It had worked for him well and he had built a reputation that ensured him no one was going to bother him. Whether or not that was a good thing, was a different matter but he had learned to mold himself into that persona. For a while there, especially in his late teens, he had forgotten what it was to walk around without a mask and it had proven difficult to snap out of it. Now, having grown up, he had slowly let himself remember who he truly was, even if his past demons still caught up with him at times. "Have you ever been like that?" Arsen asked James. "Ever had to hide who you are to fit in?" "Growing up, my friends would call me Arsenic, because I could be toxic and I created chaos everywhere I went. Could be lethal so to speak. Could drag anyone into my madness." He chuckled, feeling himself grow nervous about admitting such things. "But I am glad you have never seen that. I don't think you would have liked me very much." He relaxed then and raised his glass to cheer. "Cheers! And thank you for coming with me."

Arsen couldn't help but feel himself become eager with anticipation. He could feel the warmth of her skin against his. He could feel her heart beating against his own. He could smell her hair and the slight whiff of perfume. He wanted her at that moment and he would have done anything to rip open that dress and see what she looked like naked. But just as Arsen liked to go at it without delay, he knew there was an aphrodisiac in waiting. He could wait for her. He could let her take her time with him and he could let her tease him. Then when the teasing was done, they would be able to enjoy so much more. He would be able to enjoy it more as though some forbidden pleasure had been granted to him. "Fire can be dangerous," Arsen said, spinning her around and then bringing her back towards him, her chest pressing against his. He kept his gaze fixated on hers leaned down ever so slightly. "I want to play this game but you have to figure out how to entice me to continue."

Arsen looked at James when he made his remark and chuckled to himself. The two of them had been friends for a while but Arsen had never been the type of person to want to mix his world. It offered him a self of escape whenever he travelled between the two most prominent parts of his life. It was like he could go between his mom's and his dad's world and choose how long he wanted to engage in either. "Whiskey sour," he ordered. "If I am being perfectly honest, I am not sure you would like me much if you knew that other part of my life." Arsen had a reputation back home. He always had been a wild kid that disregard the rules and knew how to have a good time. He never had any real regard for anything, as everything had been handed to him on a platter. And while he had that reputation at home, he had always wanted to at least present a better part of himself at camp. "There is a lot about myself that not a lot of people know, and I guess camp was the perfect place to be whoever I wanted. Start fresh in a sort of way. I was never grounded when I went back to my other life."

Arsen knew the effect he had on women and girls alike and his time at camp had not gone to waste. He knew all about the daughters of the goddess of love and he even had to admit that he had some hard competition grabbing the attention of females, considering the sons of Aphrodite were also some of the hottest guys around. But he had his own charm and it had been carefully catered over the years. First of all, his dark brown hair was a nice contrast against his piercing blue eyes. His boyish smile was intoxicating and it brought a sense of youth to his person. The way his hair curled behind his ear and the way he would let his facial hair grow for three days to bring forth a sense of clean but sexy demeanor also seemed to be a fan favorite. Point to this was, Arsen knew he was hot and he had used that to get what he wanted, both in life and with girls. It was however, not a surprise that when Evelyn danced with him, he saw the glances from other guys and girls. They were looking at them both in awe and jealousy and the way she moved her body, it was bringing him to his knees, feeling a throbbing sensation in his pants. He had to contain himself though. Part of the game was the anticipation leading up to it. It was about wanting it so bad that when it happened it was just as satisfactory as when the deed was performed. Arsen didn't want easy. He wanted a challenge. "Then you miss, are a danger," he said but he grinned at her in a way that made it clear he didn't mind. "I am all down for a show," he said, feeling her body against his. "I am more intrigued in how you are going to make it a night for me to remember. I am all down for games but I want to know what I am playing with."

It was not lost in Arsen his effect on the female population. In fact, it was an aspect of his life that he took advantage of on a daily basis. He liked the way the girls looked at him, rubbing his arms slightly, batting their eyes at him and wanting to grab his attention oh so desperately. Ever since he had been a kid, he knew that his boyish charm was the way to go and it had proven useful in getting him out of quite the unpleasant situation. He had had more than his far run ins with the law but he had learned that his position and his name were the key to get him out of anything. He had grown up knowing he could get away with anything and that was evident even in the way he dated girls. And while he dated many girls, he never established anything serious with them. He had a tendency of growing bored rather quickly and while it wasn't in his nature to be the asshole that passed one girl over the other, he did so on a frequent basis. The Aphrodite girls were his special treat and he was not surprised when she commented on the comments her sisters had made about him. Well. if the daughters of the goddess of love and beauty held him in high regard, who was he to question it? "Well, your sisters do have great taste," he said with a smirk. He was beginning to imagine themselves in a different scenario, far away from where they were at the moment. In the privacy of his bedroom perhaps or at a nice hotel, he hadn't decided. It didn't escape him the way her dress wrapped around her hips of the way her long blonde hair fell over her shoulders. She smelled almost sweet and it was intriguing. But alas they had talked about dancing first and he supposed he could wait, despite the fact that his body was making it hard for him to contain himself. "Can I- well naturally I can," he said, thinking it was an interesting dance she had picked. He knew people were watching. How could they not? But that didn't stop him from grabbing her when she pressed herself against him. He could feel his desire raising and kept thinking what it was about these girls that made his blood boil in a way that he couldn't quite understand. "You are dangerous," he said, getting close to her ear. "The way you are pressed against me. Don't think I haven't noticed the way you are toying with me. I would much rather leave this place and go somewhere more private. Or do you want to continue twirling and dancing around me." He chuckled, keeping his composure but for how long?

The first time Arsen had travelled on his own, he had been sixteen years old and a lot of things had been accessible to him. While drinking at home had never been an issue for him, there was something about doing it abroad where he couldn't see the consequences of his actions and his authorities figures were so far away that made it so much more alluring. He chuckled and shook his head, trying to remember some of the memories that were buried underneath cobwebs of blackouts and other substances. "I was sixteen and my friends and I had gotten ourselves fake IDs to really take on the experience. Our so called chaperone was one of my friend's older brother who just so happened to live here but it wasn't as if he was actually looking after us." He shrugged. "Anyway, we pregamed at the apartment and by the time we got here, I was trying so hard to keep myself steady and flirting with this girl I had no business flirting with." He pointed to the corner where a couple of high stools and a table were at. "I kept trying to grab her breasts and then her boyfriend showed up. In my defense, she did seem to like it." He shrugged. "What do you want to drink?"

Arsen's eyes widened when she introduced herself. Ah, that was where he had seen her before though in his defense he wasn't entirely sure he had noticed her in particular. All the daughters of Aphrodite looked the same in one sense or the other. They were all mostly blonde with pouting lips and a body that he just wanted to lose himself in. He didn't particularly care which one of those he could get on with. They were almost interchangeable. So if Evelyn was here and willing, so was he. "Of course, good to see you Evelyn. It seems you also know who I am. I reckon my reputation precedes me?" He took a sip of his scotch and grinned at her. He could feel his friends giving him glances but they were long lost in the background of people coming and going. They definitely would want to know what was going on and maybe he would tell them. He chuckled at her proposal and he had to admit he liked her attitude. "Oh hun, I already am a legend," he said with a grin. "But I'll give it to you. I don't mind being the center of attention." He extended her arm towards her and waited. "I reckon you know how to waltz?"

Arsen was the type of guy that could be extremely clueless but he was charming enough to get away with it. That was just the way things had always gone for him. There was nothing he could not get away with and he knew it. So naturally when the young blonde had expressed a certain displeasure for his touch, he knew he could just put on that charming face and find his way out. That was however, before she called him by his name and he looked at her in surprise. Did he know who she was? Maybe? He didn't want to shut that down quickly or pretend he knew it. Honestly, he had interacted with so many females that at times he could not keep up. Oh to be him. "Uh, yeah," he said. "I don't mean to be an ass, but have we met before? You seem so familiar?" He could have been an asshole and pretended he knew who she was that entire time but somehow he wasn't quite in the mood to pretend all evening, switch her name for pet names so she wouldn't notice. "My company huh?" He smirked, his demure changing. "What do you have in mind? I am sure I can entertain you."

Arsen had had many privileges in life so he often went about his knowing there were no true consequences to his actions. He had travelled, gotten into all sorts of trouble and had once had his sister come pick him up in Thailand, just to bring him back home on a 23 hour flight that he had no recollection of. He was half wanting to die same now and honestly, he couldn't imagine a better person to do it with than James. James was probably his closest friend and as Arsen waited for him to get ready, he glanced at his watch, wondering if perhaps it was the right time to go hit some of the bars by the market rather than going to the market itself. Not because it was too early to drink but he did care if it was too early and no one worth his time would be there. They were at that threshold where it could be one of the two and honestly, Arsen had no patience to wait around for more. When James appeared, Arsen took a quick glance at his outfit and nodded. He grabbed his own jacket and put it on, thinking of himself in one of those cologne commercials. "Perfect, let's go." He grabbed his wallet, his passport and the hotel room key and in a few minutes he was by the side of the pebbled roads waiting for James. "I know just the place. I hope you brought your appetite and I don't just mean for food." He said. "Did I ever tell you the story about my first time here?"

Because Arsen had grown up in New York's high society, he had done the usual events that life entailed. He had gone to the parties and the cotillions and been someone's escort. He had been subjected to power hungry mother's that thought of him as a valuable catch for their prim and proper daughter. And despite the fact that Arsen didn't quite find these sort of things entertaining, he always found himself attending them. He had a lot of friends outside of camp. Friends that had nothing to do with his life as demigod. Friends that didn't know who he was and what he was capable of. Friends he had gotten black out drunk with and done drugs with and crashed socialite parties with. Friends he could count on to have a good time, and yes maybe one or two he could call when he didn't know where he was. That's how he had ended up there, wearing an expensive suit, sipping expensive whiskey and hearing his friends eye this or that girl and make remarks about her features. Listening to them though, he was a little bored. What was the point in making remarks about a girl's breasts when he couldn't do anything about them. He was half listening when one of his friends nudged him on the side and his attention turned to a beautiful blonde in a gold dress. Not anyone could pull off gold. In fact, he could count the number of times that sort of dress had actually grabbed his attention. His friends made bets on who would be able to go talk to her and growing bored with their inactivity, Arsen excused himself. He was going to show them what it meant to come up to a girl and get what he wanted. Now he was a little drunk when he started to walk towards her and his manners had long gone but when he grabbed the girl's ass, he half expected her to turn around and welcome the gesture. That, however, was not the way it went. "Forgive me," Arsen said, letting go of her immediately. "You are right. Where are my manners? Maybe I could make it up to you buy offering you a drink? A glass of champagne perhaps, to compliment your beauty and your dress?"

Arsen had certainly never been the type of rich kid that felt the need to apologize for his privilege. His wealth and his family's status was just something that was a part of him and was as normal to him as other things were to other people. It just never occurred to him that he needed to apologize for it. But he had grown more and more aware of what it meant to be him and what meant for people around him. He was never going to be the type of guy that flaunted his money in an obvious sort of way. He simply liked to take care of himself and was very much generous with the people around him. He had invited James on this trip and there was nothing about it that Arsen hadn't taken care of beforehand. He just wanted them to focus on having a good time. "Plane food isn't the best. Even if you are sitting in business or first class. I always just focus on having a good drink." Or more than a couple but that was besides the point. "Probably a pair of dark jeans and a leather jacket. Spanish girls always like that look. At least, I've never had an issue with it whenever I come here. Maybe they just like me wearing it." He chuckled, knowing he was making himself sound like such an ass but his tone made it charming as well. "What about you? I mean, none of the clubs I like to go are anything fancy. They are just pretty cool with a lot of people. I want something chill."

Arsen was placing his American passport in the safe and kept his European one with him. He always found it very amusing that despite his mother being who she was, neither he nor his sister had Greek nationalities on that side, everything came from his fathers side. Then again, everything came from his dad side but that was a different conversation altogether. When he turned to look at James and his expression of complete excitement and perhaps even slight disbelief. He couldn't help but smile at his reaction and as he walked over to him, he patted his shoulder and took a deep breath. "I think that is an excellent idea. We can go to the Barrio Gotico and see what we find." He said, looking out the window. "There is also a food market somewhere that I heard is good. Depends on whether or not you are hungry. I didn't love the plane food." Even if Arsen had made sure they were both flying first class, the food was not what he would have wanted for that sort of price ticket, but whatever. He had gotten a comfy seat and enough space to extend his legs when need be. He didn't need more. "Okay, we can go to the Palace first then go eat."

Arsen had never been able to stand still and stay in one place for a long period of time. It wasn't in his nature to just allow the every day boredom of a routine take over his life. That was partly why he was so unreliable and never considered to be a responsible person. If he was truly honest with himself he couldn't blame his father for not wanting to groom him to take over the family business. His dad had seen who he was and realized before he did, Arsen was never going to be able to just sit down and do the job required. It was just the way he was and Arsen had accepted it so he took on the job no one wanted and became more and more unreliable, doing what he wanted when he wanted. Now what he wanted to do was explore Spain. He and James had been talking about a trip to Europe and Arsen had arranged to have the tickets and the accommodations taken care of. He was at least good at making sure the financial burden was taken care of. Upon arrival at the hotel, Arsen had booked a suite with two bedrooms for the two boys and was now enjoying a glass of sparkling water, gazing out the window. "What do you want to do first? I mean, Barcelona has a great night life but we need something to do during the day."

ARSEN CALVERT HARRINGTON biography Arsen Calvert Harrington was born on November 9th, to New York business mogul Calvert Harrington and an alluring woman who called herself Aurora. He was the eldest child and only son and born five minutes before his twin sister Asher. For the first few months of their life, the new family of four lived in one of New York's most coveted real estate spaces, on the corner of 81st street and fifth avenue. However, one late spring afternoon, as the city was engulfed in rain, Aurora disappeared into the street, never to be heard from or seen again and Calvert Harrington was left with two newborn children and nothing but the memory of the love of his life. Growing up, Arsen saw his father emerge himself into work, expanding his business and building his massive fortune but sinking into an inevitable and dark depression. At age thirteen, Arsen finally learned the truth about who his mother's identity and who he really was. After sneaking out of his house with his sister, the twins found themselves wondering across Central Park in the wee hours of the night, something that was not only dangerous in the human world, but also lead to him becoming an easy pray to the creatures and monsters that lurked in the night. Shortly after walking past the Bethesda Fountain, the twins were attacked by a monster and saved only by a homeless man that had been a constant background presence in their life since they were children. The homeless man turned out to be their satyr. Their arrival at Camp Half-Blood was, for the most part, a bittersweet experience. It provided Arsen with a sense of belonging, of understanding the parts of himself that he had thought were missing but it also lead to him feeling more resentment towards his mother and in a sense, it created more distance between him and his father, who was already fading away. Therefore it was a mutual decision between Arsen and Asher to spend their summers at Camp Half-Blood and the rest of the year in their native New York. With no parental supervision whatsoever, Arsen's nanny rotation was unlike any other and the boy thrived from pushing authority and developed a knack for getting what he wanted. He dealt with his mother's abandonment by experimenting with illegal substances and by the age of fifteen, he had managed to sneak into every single bar and nightclub in Manhattan. Tragedy struck the household when, at only 47 years-old, Calvert Harrington was found in his New York home dead from an overdose. The death of New York's business mogul left a deep wound in the Harrington twins and at age sixteen, Arsen became the richest teenager in New York City. That didn't come without its consequences though. Though he was left in the care of his paternal aunt Annelise Harrington, Arsen was on the fast track to a life of excess and debauchery and it resulted in his expulsion from the Dalton School and therefore never finished high school. Throughout the course of his life, Arsen always noticed things that made him feel different from other children. He was always a night owl and thrived during the wee hours of the morning when it was darkest. He enjoyed staying out late and engaging in things that were far from his comprehension. Personality Arsen is a playful individual that thrives off beings social and having a close knit group of friends. He enjoys building new friendships, getting to know others, and mentoring the younger kids so they can discover their true potential and develop their abilities. He is a social butterfly, seemingly floating naturally at all types of social events and can be so charismatic that whenever he engages with someone, it can seem as though they've been friends for decades. He uses his charisma and social demeanor to his advantage in getting what he wants. He can be insecure and self-conscious at times and that has made him extremely aware of his surroundings. He doesn't like to talk about himself and would rather keep the conversation lively and relatively superficial. He hides his vices and addictive personality from others and would never admit to something being wrong with him. He hides under a strong coat of pretending and is comfortable that way. Arsen needs constant attention and doesn't like to be invisible or overlooked. He is good at reading the room and conducts himself in a manner that, for the most part, doesn't rub off people the wrong way. He doesn't get angry often and like the rest of his more intense emotions, he prefers to bury them underneath layers of calm and collectedness. About Me Birthdate: November 9th, 1999 Likes: Freedom, physical activity, exploring, traveling, animals, social events, concerts, music, summer, surfing, the ocean and any other body of water, snow, skiing, winter sports, watching sporting events, outdoor cooking, being in control of his own time, keeping a neat appearance, drinking, blowing off steam, partying, and being the center of attention. Dislikes: Opening up about himself, staying in one place for too long, silence, being ignored or overlooked, not being taken seriously, being called out on his bullshit, animal cruelty, being reprimanded, having to make difficult or tough decisions, not being in control of his own time, being told what to do, being rejected, isolation, and loneliness. Family: Mom: Hecate Dad: Calvert Harrington (47, Deceased) Siblings: Asher Harrington (Twin Sister/Five Minutes Younger) Everyone in Cabin 20 (Half-Siblings) Other: Annelise Harrington (Aunt, 42) Happy Thoughts: Despite being from New York City, Arsen enjoys the country and likes visiting remote areas up north and emerging himself in nature. He loves the winter and the snow and partaking in winter sports. His favorite place in the world is Hammondsport, NY, where he and his sister share a country home. Nightmares: Losing control of himself, not being able to protect himself or his sister, falling in love, allowing himself to be open with someone and have them see his deepest insecurities and fears. Fatal Flaw: Reckless and impulsive, with a tendency of burying his feelings and hiding behind irresponsible behavior. Has an extremely addictive personality and enjoys the usage of illegal substances and other means to cover up his insecurities and pain. PLAYED BY: MAR FACE CLAIM: MATT BOMER