neil "snow" vinson is a thirty-nine year old half-god from brooklyn, new york and is the son of asteria, the greek goddess of falling stars. he’s been at camp for a day and is a little astonished about being in the ark. snow is a playful, persistent, and patient kind of fellow. only time will tell what will happen to one of our intrepid heroes !
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒
𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄. neil "snow" vinson 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐒. snow 𝐀𝐆𝐄. 39 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 & 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒. cis male & he / him 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. bisexual 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐒. half god ( son of asteria ) 𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. tattoo artist and ex-soldier
𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄
𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑. blond 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒. hazel 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. 6'2" 𝐁𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐃. muscular, broad shouldered 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐒. none of note 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐒. various, sleeve tattoo's are most noticeable 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. none 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌. joel kinnaman
𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘
𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓. neutral good 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒. creative, playful, friendly, persistent, patient, protective 𝐍𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒. selfish, sarcastic, immature, sardonic, greedy 𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒. art, travel, and sex are his top three INSPIRATION. the grim reaper, meet joe black vibes, tramp from lady and the tramp, casanova, skulls dripping gold, black cats, unkept bed, neon lit city streets, smoke, roses, starry skies
𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐃
𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋. heightened awareness, but not overly phased 𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋. enhanced condition to being a demigod 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐀𝐒. being confined 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. 20/20 𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃. right 𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐆 𝐔𝐒𝐄. often, marijuana 𝐀𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐇𝐎𝐋 𝐔𝐒𝐄. often 𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐓. he eats what he wants
𝐁IOGRAPHY
Neil went through his early life without much give or take. He was one of the lucky orphan's to be adopted, but the sting of those lonely years prior remained etched in memory through his transition. Going unnoticed for so long, it was strange to suddenly be observed this closely. To feel a pressure to prove his trustworthiness and his ability to compromise first and ask for necessities or affection later.
The Vinson's were rigid given their military background. So it was a surprise when Snow returned from school one day to find a new set of art supplies. That's when he had the thought that he was home to stay. Though the idea of home never held much weight in his mind or heart.
He got accustomed to the frequent moves, as if he were made to let go easily. Unlike his two siblings who struggled as they grew older and more possessive. He didn't make the highest grades and was often known as the quiet kid with their nose stuck in a sketch book. So easily forgotten, that sneaking out to high school parties to act out was no challenge.
After graduation, Neil dedicated himself to learning the art of tattoos. His parents thought of it as a passion project. Something fun, before his real work began by joining the military. Neil enjoyed the different people he met while completing his apprenticeship. Finding much more comfort in the company of creatives and in his own space. The Vinson's plagued his mind slowly with doubt. That he didn't have his life together and the army would point him in a clearer direction.
From his first day leaving home and joining the service, Snow honestly hated it. All of that space to express and think for himself was torn away. He became robotic, an obedient soldier, and relied on his old survival instinct to dissociate and overcome. One year turned to two, then five, and finally eight. Snow had become Sergeant to his own humble team of soldiers. Directed to the next ongoing mission in the desert.
Everything fell apart as the enemy descended one night. While it would have been his duty to stay, perhaps die, Snow finally took his chance and ran. Tirelessly, adrenaline pumping in his veins through the night. The endless starry night sky his only company and compass. The only ally of this deserter. Traitor.
He would travel for years, keeping a low profile and withholding details. In order to stay hidden and never confront his sins. It would hurt so much more to see the judgement in a strangers eyes, if they ever found out. As if they wouldn't have done the same in his position. He was only human, and at least now he could drift as much as he pleased and pursue the art he never failed to enjoy.
It was after his last break up in Prague, with a man he truly admired, that Snow received the call. Feeling beyond worthless and wishing to vanish after pushing him aside, Snow accepted the invitation. Perhaps the world on Earth was just not meant for him. Someone this distant and cruel.
Snow learned of Asteria and chose his role. It was laughable that he should be a tank. Someone who not only stayed but took the lead and hits, but seeing the younger men around coaxed the protective side out of him. He could still run, it would be so easy, but protecting the others might absolve some guilt that's recently caught up.



















