show me a hero... |demigod rp| semi-lit

[dommisse]

Username:
Dommisse

Character Name:
Alex Byrne

Age:
16

Godly Parent:
Hades

Personality:
With such a god for a parent, one could quite possibly expect quite a morbid kid. And perhaps he was, in his younger years. But 8 year olds who burn ants with magnifying glasses and poke at dead birds with sticks are fairly common, anyway. He grew out of it soon enough (meaning; when he caught on that being weird would only get him weird friends in the neighbourhood) and found other interests in music, movies, video games. Currently Alex is a sociable, friendly guy who acts a bit apprehensive when people make too many jokes about the dead. There's always a little voice in his sub-conscious that tells him to respect those who've passed on. What he does poke fun at, however, is that he didn't turn out as a death-loving goth.

Appearance:
Tall, around 5'9", with fairly tanned skin, and brown eyes and hair. Whilst he doesn't succumb to the temptation of dressing in all black every day, pretending to be all emo and depressed, most of his clothing tends to be in the darker shades - brown is a color he likes, and yes, black makes an appearance too. He hardly ever dresses very formally, unless the situation absolutely direly needs it. He's usually seen in a pair of jeans and a long-sleeved shirt.

History/Background:
It's hardly interesting. His mother was rather plain, but raised him reasonably well, being on her own. Her mother was a hardcore feminist - he had rules of equality for all carved into his brain from the moment he could understand what an 'opressive fascist patriarchal pig' was. It was good that there was the more mellow presence of his mother there, to balance things out. As a child, he tried to make friends - but it was difficult, being so different. Even if it wasn't very apparent. In the end, it only made him try harder to get along with people. Teachers often wondered about his deep respect for the dead - as some children would look sad when a local death was mentioned, his expression grew solemn beyond his years, a far-off look in his eyes.

Love Life:
Again, not much to tell. He'd never tried too hard to date, more interested in good friends first, a girlfriend second. But as he grows, it's becoming more of an option for him.

Strengths:
Always tries to get along with others, despite whatever differences they have. It's difficult to get him riled up, giving him a level head in most hard situations. He is also rather strong and endurant physically, having trained to wear metal armor for hours at a time.

Flaws:
Dwells on things for a long time - something done to him years ago might still sting today, even if he doesn't want it to. When he finally does explode over something, his anger lasts a long time - if it's difficult to make him angry in the first place, it takes just as long to calm him down.

Fears:
Alex has a deeply-rooted fear of loneliness. He fears not being able to connect with others - whether it's because of his parentage, or any other reason they may have. Another is being powerless to help others who are alone, not being able to offer comfort. Maybe it was seeing his mother sometimes, looking sad and alone, that both inspired his fear and his desire to help those in that situation. He also doesn't ever want to be in a position where he has to kill someone. The very thought makes him ill at ease - there are enough things killing people already.

Weapon:
A 'messer' - a type of short sword - and a round shield around 20 inches in diameter. If it doesn't sound very Greek, that's because it's not - a few months before coming to the camp, shortly after his 16th birthday, he joined a kind of medieval reenactment group where he practiced combat using these weapons. When carried, the shield is strapped to his back and the sword in a sheath at his waist.

[lady.]

[ reserved spot for female ; daughter of zeus. ]

[ edit; if there are rarely any boys, I could also play a son of apollo. just ask. ]

[Coexist]

Username: Coexist
Character Name: Peragrine
Age: 16
Godly Parent: Zeus
Personality: Kinda a loner and very much on his toes (wouldnt you be with hera), he is friendly just cautious
Appearance: above and several other forms
History/Background: before comming here it was running and hideing , for a while he was safe with his mothers tribe but then she passed and all safeness went away.
Love Life: none
Strengths: he is a shapeshifter so he has many strengths in many areas, as a human he is strong and fast on his feet
Flaws: he has a tendency to run from a situation
Fears: Hera
Weapon: shapeshifting
Other:
I believe I can fly
I believe I can touch the sky
I think about it every night and day
Spread my wings and fly away
I believe I can soar
I see me running through that open door
I believe I can fly

[yuki,]

(accepted, but Coexist; no shapeshifting sorry.)

[yuki,]

(Bump.)

[duckworth]

((I'll be putting my forms up in a little bit. c:))
((EDIT: Put them up, but not quite finished yet. ^^ EDIT: All finished! I hope it's all right than my forms are in first person. I always do that when making characters. But when I post, it'll be in third. c:))

Username:
SirOverlord

Character Name:
Alamora Sasha Yellin, at your service. I also go by Allie, if my first name is too much of a mouthful for you. Speaking of my first name, I really love it. It just kind of fits me. It's really unique, and I think it's really pretty. My middle name is all right too, although it kind of sounds like a dog name. My last name, if you ever have trouble pronouncing it, sounds like 'yelling' except without the 'g' sound. Same thing when it comes to spelling it.
I'm not sure if Alamora has a meaning behind it, but it's a really pretty name, so I guess that's about it. Sasha is Greek, and it apparently means "defending men," whatever that's supposed to mean. I never really understood the importance of knowing the meaning or the history behind your name. A name is just a name, and it doesn't have a meaning before it's given to you; you make your name become you. Or at least, that's what I always thought a name should stand for. You should shape your own name and identity; don't let it be determined before you've gotten a chance to make your own print on this world.

Age:
I turned fifteen in August. My birthday is August 12th 1997, if you really wanted to know.

Godly Parent:
Aphrodite

Personality:
I consider myself to be a good person. I try to be nice, and even though I might be biased when I say this, I honestly think I'm one of the nicest people I know. I'm not trying to be self-centered or full of myself, but I seriously to try to be friendly and nice to everyone. People say that I am really sweet and kind, and that I'm a very caring person. I have a lot of heart, and I find it easy to sympathize with others. I can be very sensitive at times, but not so much it gets annoying. Just enough sensitivity to be humane and to be able to empathize and understand others. I try to be compassionate and caring and I love helping others. I like to help people, and I always want to help others, no matter if they're my mortal enemy or a complete stranger or my best friend. If you need help, I won't let you down.
People like to compare me to a phoenix, because I rise from the ashes of my failures. I don't let mistakes get me down. Instead, I learn from them, and I try my best to do better and to do it right. I'm a very determined person, although some might call me stubborn. I never give up, no matter how long it takes me to succeed. I'm also very bright and happy, like the sun, which is associated with phoenixes. I'm rarely ever sad, and I try to be happier and joyful whenever I am feeling a bit down. It's easy to make me laugh, and sometimes I will smile when no one else is smiling, or for no good reason, just to keep the feeling in a room lighter.
I consider myself to be a very happy person. I'm very bubbly and bright. I am definitely fun-loving. I literally jump at the chance to go out and do something exciting or new, especially with friends. I love to goof off with my friends. I'm very friendly and I love to hang out with all my friends. I love to party, and I have a clever, witty sense of humor that people love. I'm very charismatic, and people tend to gravitate toward me with a magnetic attraction. I consider everyone to be my friend, even new acquaintances and near strangers, unless someone gives me a reason to dislike them. I'm not judgmental or anything. I am very accepting and open to new things or people. I am a huge daredevil, and I love experiencing new things and doing crazy, scary things. It's hard to scare me, and I love a good thrill and a rush of adrenaline. I am a quite a bit more adventurous than your average daughter of Aphrodite. A lot of the time, I wish I had a parent like Athena, although I do care for my godly parent, despite what she stands for.
Even though I'm one for new experiences and I'm the brave, adventurous type, I'm not a fighter. I hate fighting in all forms. And even though I get a kick out of adrenaline, the things that hype me up are probably not the same as the things that other demigods get excited about. I'm fine with a wild roller coaster and scaling the rock wall at camp. I'm not a quest person. I prefer flight to fighting, as I don't want to hurt other people. Well, I'm also not a great fighter, but hey, I'm a child of Aphrodite.
I'm a huge sucker for romance and sappy things, so I guess that's one thing I inherited from my mother. Even though nothing particularly romantic has happened to me, despite the fact that I'm the daughter of the goddess of love, I really like the warm, fuzzy things in life.
I tend to get jealous. It's very easy for me to want something that I don't have. For example, I really wish that I had a normal life. I get jealous of all the peaceful mortals that don't have any idea what's going on in the real world. Our world.

Appearance:
I'm exactly 5'7", so I guess I'm kind of short. I always thought of myself as average height, but whatever. I weight 110 pounds. A lot of people say I'm skinny. I admit, I am pretty slim, but if you ever saw me eat, you'd know that I can only keep this weight by being active and having an extremely fast metabolism.
A lot of people say that I'm really pretty, that I'm beautiful, even. I never really thought of myself as really attractive, but I guess I'm pretty. And I'm not trying to fish for compliments either, I just never really saw it. I suppose I get my good looks from Aphrodite, which is nice. I'm nothing compared to my mother though, because she's drop-dead gorgeous, if you've never seen her in person.
People tend to like my hair. My hair is really thick and shiny. It's very soft and sleek, and my friends love to play with my hair. It's long, falling down to about my elbows, I think. It's wavy, so it's easy to style it. I can very easily curl my hair, and I can also straighten it without much hassle. It's long, so I can pin it up, braid it, tug it into a ponytail, and tons of other things. I love to play with my hair and have different hairstyles. It's rare for me to have the same hairstyle two times in a row. My hair is pretty versatile, and it's very fun to style it. I love to do different things with my hair ever day, and I happen to be very good at figuring out and learning braids. It's very easy and natural for me to master things, hair-wise. I personally also really like the color of my hair. It's blonde, but I don't dye it or bleach it or anything. It's this caramel, honey-golden color that's really nice. It's got so many highlights, from light auburn to even this rich red color. My red highlights aren't ginger or bright, they're more dark red and dark auburn. It's not just the blonde base color and the natural variety of highlights that makes my hair one of the favorite things about me. It tends to change color, becoming almost silver blonde on some days, and darkening so that it's such a dark dirty blonde it looks almost brunette. My highlights might even change colors as well. I figured out that my hair looks different according to the seasons and weather. In colder weather and in winter, especially snow or rain, it looks darker. In warmer weather and the summer, it looks lighter, especially if it's sunny out. In spring and autumn, it could go either way, but usually it's more of my actual hair color of natural blonde and auburn and red highlights. I always get lots of compliments for my hair.
Another lovely thing about me are my eyes. My eyes are really unique, and they're a whole bunch of colors. They are like rainbows trapped inside irises. They're all the colors of the rainbow, an entire spectrum. My eyes are constantly changing colors, like some sort of gradient. Since my eyes are so colorful, I like to doll them up and really bring out all the different colors blended into them by having lots of brightly colored eyeshadow. I don't wear so much makeup that it draws attention away from my natural multicolored eyes, but I wear a little bit to complement their various colors. My eyes are normally the colors of the rainbow, blending smoothly from red all the way to violet. However, some days they can shift from their usual pattern and include all types of colors, colors that you'd normally only find in a Crayola crayon box. My eyes are large and circular, and everyone thinks that they're really pretty. I have really long, dark lashes, so I don't have to wear mascara.
I have a lot of tattoos. They don't cover my body; they're just small ones, like accessories. They all incorporate butterflies. One is on my left wrist. It's tiny and cute, nothing big and distracting. Another is on the small of my back. This one is a little bit bigger than the one my wrist, but it's nothing huge. I have another tattoo at the base of my neck that, again, is not too big. A tiny tattoo the same size as my wrist one is on my right ankle. And finally, my last one is right shoulder. The one on my shoulder is about the same size as the one on the small of my back; not too big, not too small.
I have my ears double pierced, nothing too fancy. I normally wear stud earrings for my double pierce, and I wear a large variety of earrings, mostly stud or hoop, for my original piercing.
I'm naturally tan, which a lot of people tend to be jealous of. I'm not sure why I'm tan, but I guess it's because I spend a lot of time outside.
Overall, I guess I'm kind of pretty. I don't preen myself in the mirror, but I do wear a little makeup. Not much, though. I never really needed too much makeup, and a lot of time, I actually go without. I don't need any powders or concealer because my skin is pretty much flawless and smooth. I only ever wear a little bit of eyeshadow, and most of the time spent getting ready in the bathroom is on my hair because I like to style it. I also love to paint my nails, and get manicures and pedicures.

History/Background:
Well, I have a little mix of cultures, but not as much as most people. From my mother, I'm mostly Greek, but I've also got some Italian, French, Icelandic, and Swedish blood in me too, from my father.
My history is honestly a bit more peaceful than most demigods, mainly because my mother is not the most powerful goddess. Despite being one of the major goddesses, Aphrodite does not create impressive children, unless you think having a pretty face is dangerous. My father kept me until I was about twelve, but then he had to send me to Camp Half-Blood because he promised my mother that he would let me go. I have a very good relationship with my father, which I know some demigods may not have. I consider myself one of the luckier demigods, as my history is not full of danger and loss, and I'm a rather average half-blood. I've been here ever since then.

Love Life:
Even though I'm a daughter of Aphrodite, I haven't actually had a serious, legit boyfriend yet. Sure, I've had a few dates, invitations to parties and dances, but nothing permanent and real. I've had a few crushes, but nothing really extreme. I'm probably the biggest disappointment in the entire cabin. Sure, I'm pretty and nice and a child of Aphrodite, but I just haven't found anyone yet. And my mother and siblings are all about breaking hearts and causing mischief by stealing everyone's love, but I'm just not like that. I think I'll take my chances and wait until I've found someone really special before I go on a wild dating craze.

Strengths:

• Beauty
• Bravery
• Quick reflexes
• Fluent in ancient Greek
• Fluent in all Romance languages (Spanish, Portuguese, French, Italian, Romanian, etc.)
  
  Flaws:
• Horrible fighter
• Vanity
• Hero's flaw: jealousy
  
  Fears:
• Bees
• Fighting
• Violence
  
  Weapon:
  I don't like fighting, and I'm not good at it like the other demigods at camp. I'm no child of the Big Three, I'm not strong and courageous, and I'm not a leader. But I do know how to defend myself. I have a dagger. I'm decent with a dagger, but dreadful with all other weapons. It's because I'm fast. You've got to be quick and clever if you want to work with a dagger, and I'm exactly that. I lack the strength and power for other heavier, more serious weapons, but a dagger, I can handle. It's made out of celestial bronze, naturally, and the hilt is made entirely out of precious jewels. They're blended together, almost like a rainbow of all the different jewels in the world. It's prettier than it is deadly, but it can still bite. Same with me. I can pack a punch if you get me angry enough.
  
  Other:
  Credit to all the artists who created/edited all the examples of Allie's rainbow eyes. ^^ I do not know all of the original artists (I'm only missing one), but the ones I do know are: HeatherxFacex3, vampirate14, snf3000, and HollyLynn69. They're listed in order of appearance, and HollyLynn69 did the last eye as well. Same to the artists who drew her tattoos. All credit goes to them.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Username:
  SirOverlord
  
  Character Name:
  My full name is Quentin Soren Adams, but for some reason, people like to call me Aviator. I'm not entirely sure why, but I like it. I think it might be because I want to be in the Air Force. I'm thinking of signing up for the Air Force. Some people also call me Pretty Boy, but I definitely prefer Aviator.
  Quentin means "the fifth," and Soren means "strict" or "reddish brown hair." Because I'm definitely not strict and boring, I'm just going to assume I had reddish brown hair when I was a baby and it magically turned darker as I grew older, and that's why my middle name is Soren. It could be possible, though. I've never seen baby pictures of myself though. My first name makes sense though, because I was the fifth child born into a family. It's a big family, I know, but I never got to know them that much. I'll explain that to you later, though.
  
  Age:
  I turned sixteen in February. My birthday is February 22nd, 1996.
  
  Godly Parent:
  Poseidon
  
  Personality:
  I don't really like describing myself. But I'd have to say I'm a pretty easygoing guy, or at least I try to be. People say I'm very laid-back, and I'm kind of happy-go-lucky. I take things in stride and I handle things well. My personality is often compared to a dog, mainly a golden retriever, or any other large dog breeds. But it almost always comes down to golden retriever. I can be lazy and calm when I want to be, but I'm also pretty energetic and athletic. I have to be, because I'll need to be athletic and fit if I want to make it as a son of the Big Three.
  Like I was saying earlier, I'm mostly a relaxed guy, especially when I'm feeling tired or lazy. I'm pretty enthusiastic and friendly when I'm fully awake, though. I'm very loyal, and I always stick up for my friends. Whenever they're feeling down or something, I always try and comfort them, and it normally works. I've been told I'm very persuasive, and I'm also a great listener. And if any of my friends are ever having any trouble with anyone, you can bet the farm that I'll go deal with whoever is giving them a hard time, even if I have to resort to physical to violence. I never like getting in fights, but I'd beat up the entire world if it meant keeping my friends safe.
  People say I've got a great sense of humor. It's pretty easy to make me laugh, and I can make other people laugh just as easily as well. A lot of my friends say that I've got an infectious laugh that's just as bright as my smile. People always love to compliment me on my easy, breezy, lighthearted sense of humor. I think sometimes it's just because I do stupid things without meaning to be funny, but sometimes I can really get some people chuckling, and it makes me feel a lot better about myself. I love to make others laugh, and I love to see other people happy, especially if I care about them.
  I never really thought of myself as really intelligent, only athletic and a real jock. I got decent marks in school for a demigod with dyslexia, but those were only average. I pride myself on having a lot of common sense, though, and personally, I value logic and common sense over just book smarts. I know how to handle myself and I know what I'm doing, which is good enough for me.
  A lot of people like my voice. I have a unique accent. It's a hybrid of a British and an Australian accent. I think I mentioned it before. My friends say it sounds velvety and smooth, like creamy melted chocolate. It's an odd simile, but it honestly fits my voice. I guess I just have a velvety, chocolaty smooth voice with an awesome accent.
  I tend to blush a lot. If I get nervous or embarrassed, I will definitely blush. I turn so bright red, it just makes me even more embarrassed. Girls think it's cute when I blush, but I hate it. It makes me feel more self-conscious than when I started out.
  One thing you should know is that I'm a huge procrastinator. I always tend to leave things at the last minute, mainly because I feel I do better under pressure. I can handle pressure, no sweat. I'm also just really lazy sometimes, especially if it comes to work. I'm very messy, but I find it easier to find things if you have your own kind of system. Of course, my system is pretty much the result of a hurricane that swept through my house, but whatever.
  People say I'm really easy to talk to, and that I have a good heart. Overall, I'm laid-back and easygoing, but I'm also energetic and athletic. I'm very fit, and I'm also brave and I have good common sense. I have a lighthearted, great sense of humor that's breezy and contagious. I can definitely take care of myself too, that's for sure.
  
  Appearance:
  I'm exactly 6'5", which means I'm pretty tall. Whenever I'm around other people, I always feel like a giant, and I often make other people feel like a midget, especially if they're around five feet.
  I weight about 175 pounds of pure muscle. It may sound like a lot, but you've got to take into consideration my height, and the fact that most of those pounds are definite muscle.
  I'm not sure about what you think, but people, especially the girls, love to chat about how attractive I am. I never really think about my appearance, and I don't examine myself in the mirror a lot because I'm a guy, but I guess I am kind of good-looking.
  I've got dark, chocolate-brown hair that I like to style into spiky kind of hairdo. It's not like a bunch of little, gelled spikes like a hedgehog, but this large spike kind of like Zayn Malik from One Direction. My hair tends to change colors too, ranging from light brown to dark brown, depending on the amount of light reflecting off of it. However, it manages to remain a shaggy mess whenever I forget to brush or style it.
  If I had to choose a favorite part about myself, it would definitely be my eyes. I know plenty of girls who have went on dates with me because they love my eyes. I have to admit, I do have beautiful eyes. They tends to change colors, especially with the seasons and the sunlight. In the summer, they're a blue-green turquoise color. In the spring, they turn a bit darker so they're a rich cobalt. And in the winter, they turn such a dark blue that they're indigo. Finally, in autumn, they're a glowing sea green. And those color changes are in regular lighting. In really bright sunlight, they always turn almost neon, and if it's dark enough, they can turn this silvery gray color that's kind of sparkly. But most of the time, they change according to the seasons. Where I am right now, in Switzerland, where it's cold and snowy, there probably won't be as much sunlight, so my eyes might be darker than normal. People always like to talk about my eyes, and a lot of people, guys and girls alike, are jealous of them. Apparently, my eyes are brooding, or so say all my friends. Girls say they like to look at my eyes because they're really soulful and expressive, and that I'm kind of an open book where my eyes are concerned.
  My second favorite part about myself would probably be my scar. It's on the left side of my face, under my eye and across my cheekbone. I've had it for a while, since I was a little kid. I got it when I was five years old, I think. I climbed onto my roof and jumped onto my trampoline. Unfortunately, I wasn't prepared for how high I would go from jumping at that height, and I ended up crashing into a tree after bouncing on the trampoline only once. It was pretty hardcore, and I'm lucky I only got that scar as a keepsake from that incident. The entire left side of my face was bloody, and I had to go to the emergency room. The doctors were so great they kept my pretty boy face and minimized the damage to only the scar I have now. I had to get stitches there, which is the main reason why I still have the scar. I don't think it'll ever heal or go away, and I don't really want it to. I always thought it looked kind of cool.
  People really love my smile, too. They say that my smile is friendly, warm, and infectious. I've got one of those crooked grins.
  All the girls like to say I have an amazing body. Sure, I work out, and sure, I've got abs. A lot of them, in fact. I'm pretty sure I have an eight pack, and I'm working on my ten pack. I don't really like showing them off, but I take my shirt off when I'm swimming or if it's hot or something. I find it kind of weird when other guys show off their muscles or abs or something. The only reason I care about my body so much is because I've got to stay really fit since I'm a demigod. If I'm a fat and lazy demigod, then I will make a delicious meal for the next monster who decides it wants to feast on me. The girls also like my tattoo, which is on my right arm. To be exact, it's on my extremely buff bicep, but for some reason, I don't really like the word bicep, so I try to avoid saying it.
  
  History/Background:
  I'm mostly Greek, from Poseidon. But, I'm also British, Irish, French, Australian, Dutch, German, Scandinavian, Swedish, and I'm actually 1/16 Native American, all from my mother. I've got this really cool accent that's a blend between a British and an Australian accent, because that's what my mom was. I got all the other stuff from my grandparents and great grandparents and great great grandparents, and all my other really old ancestors. You get the picture.
  I used to live with my mother and my father. Not Poseidon, but a mortal man that my mother married because she knew Poseidon could never stay with her. Even though my siblings were only half-brothers and half-sisters and my father wasn't even related to me at all, I still felt the familiar companionship of family with them. I really did love them. I lost my mortal family when I was very little. Everyone died in a car crash, a rather plain way to go if you ask me. They all died. Everyone but me.
  I always told myself that the reason I lived was because Poseidon was watching over me. And that's very true. After my entire family was wiped out, Poseidon took me before the police could arrive at the scene and discover me. He transported me to Camp Half-Blood and made me promise I would stay there and grow strong. I've been here ever since, staying true to the promise I made my real father.
  
  Love Life:
  Um, love life? That's funny. I've been at camp since I was a little kid. Everyone here is like my family. A huge, very dysfunctional, bloody and violent family, but a family all the same. It's the only family I've got now, other than Poseidon, but he's in Mount Olympus on the Empire State Building. I have better things to worry about than dating, and it's not like I'd want to date people I consider to be family.
  
  Strengths:
  
  • Sword fighting
  • Canoeing
  • Swimming
  • Breathing underwater
  • Ability to control, shape, and summon water
  • Ability to create miniature hurricane - saps a lot of energy
  • Horses/pegasi - can communicate with them
  • Bravery/adventurous
  
  Flaws:
  
  • Archery
  • Smithing
  • Dyslexia
  • ADHD
  • Hero's flaw: personal loyalty
  
  Fears:
  
  • Airplanes/flying
  • Claustrophobia
  • Ducks

Weapon:
My godly parent, Poseidon, gave me a present after he brought me to Camp Half-Blood as a child. It's a leather surfer bracelet. It will change into any weapon at will, but my personal favorite is a celestial bronze trident modeled after my father's. Crackles of blue energy from the sea are around the tips. Using this weapon, I can summon a small hurricane around myself, but it takes up a lot of energy, so I don't use that power unless there's an emergency. I'm pretty handy with a sword, too, not just a trident. My bracelet can turn into anything out there, so I've gotten a lot of practice with all sorts of weapons. I discover new ones all the time. The one thing I never have it transform into is a bow, though, because I'm a terrible shot in archery.

Other:
Credit to pumpkinsoup on deviantart for drawing Quentin's tattoo. ^^

[yuki,]

(accepted, of course. ^-^)

[change;]

{ Roleplayer}
Hello there, my name is xNikkiex. Well, not literally, it is the name I go by on the web. Nicole is my middle name, hence the name Nikkie. The 'e' is placed on the end because it is a different spelling from the typical 'Nikki' and makes me more unique! I have no desire to chance my username anytime soon, since it is what everyone knows me as. It is often shortened to Nix by certain people, or Nik. You are free to call me by any variation of my name, as long as it is familiar to myself.

{ Name }
Leah Silver Hart

{ Age }
Nineteen Years Old

{ Godly Parent }
Leah's father is the God of Death, Thanatos.

{ Personality }
“Leah has always been the rebellious and extremely outgoing in what she does. She is extremely confident and defiant in her basic frame-of-mind, she simply doesn't care how much people disapprove, or think of her. Leah may come off as having an 'attitude', but that's just how she reacts to everyone and everything. She is very prideful and confident.
Leah is hard-core, and doesn't believe in blind conformity or in doing things without reason.
She is very intelligent, and doesn't believe in things that have no good explaination. Science and instinct is all that is reliable. School and books are a big part to Leah's life and she looks down to people who are not highly educated. Intelligence, Leah believes, is the only thing in life that is truly important and is what matters most.
Leah has an incredibly short temper, and if you get onto her blacklist, it's impossible to get yourself off of it. Lots of things annoy her and she will simply ignore you if you bother her. Bad moods are a daily thing unless she is spending her time with someone she enjoys to be around, which is a person she rarely meets.
Leah's tough exterior and hard-core history may make her seem unapproachable, but truly, she is not that bad. Although her smile is rare and laughs are occasional, she isn't a terrible person.
Talkative when relaxed, and can be called a flirt for her bodacious behavior around people that she feels comfortable with. Leah's rough edges will probably never smooth out, but that doesn't matter too her.
Honesty is a big plus in Leah's book. She will not hold her tongue for anything. Ask her a question and you can rest assured that you will receive an answer that is 100% honest. Your feelings will not be spared with Leah around telling the truth.

{ Appearance }
Standing at 4 feet and 11 inches, Leah is barely 5 feet tall. Usually, being the shortest one in the crowd, Leah looks up at everyone around her. Of course, she doesn't mind it one bit. In fact, being short makes her incredibly cute to most guys, even though she cant afford to get to close to them anyways. Her body is also thin and fit, since dance is a passion of hers.
Dark hazel eyes shine bright while Leah looks up at people. They tend to lighten or darken depending on the quality of light, but usually they lean a bit on the dark side.
Leah is very much in love with her hair, that falls past her shoulders, and down her back. Constantly done in a different way, Leah believes that her hair is her best physical attribute.



History/Background:
Leah was brought into this world on the 1st of September, the year of 1993. Born into the large city of New York, right in Manhattan, she has been here ever since. Her mother, Crystal Hart, was her only guardian her whole life. Never knowing her biological dad, Leah grew up without a father figure. Leah's mother was only eighteen when she had her, and it was a hardship. Leah's grandparents were usually the ones watching her since her own mother was much to young to take on the responsibility that a baby brings along. Her mother was not willing to give up her young lifestyle, so it was not often when she saw her. Between partying on the weekends and her late night nursing job on the weekends, and between Leah going to school, it was rare when she was able to have a conversation with mom.
This bothered Leah none. By the time she had reached her teen years, Leah had picked up her own habits. Barely home, and not listening to her grandparents. Of course, it didn't bother her mother, and her grandparents worried in silence. They were much too late to bother trying to fix her anyways. Leah rebelled, angry that she didn't have the picture perfect family that she had seen in movies and magazines. This was around the time that Leah had begun looking for her father, for some type of knowledge.
Leah was a procrastinator though, and every time she failed, she gave up for awhile. It seemed like an impossible task, and it seemed like he barely existed. By the time that Leah was into her older teenage years, she had officially given up. Weird things had begin to happen around her, things she couldn't explain. Plus, who wanted to find out they had a daughter who was practically an adult?
Leah's mother Crystal is fully hispanic, so Leah is part hispanic, and definitely fluent in Spanish. Her mother says her other half is either Italian or Greek, so Leah has picked up both languages as well, though not as fluent as her mother's native language and English.



{ Love Life }
Leah usually is not one to, so to say, date. Showing emotions is not a thing she is good at. Public Displays of Affection are disgusting to her, and she is not the most 'mushy' person in the world. Her previous boyfriend was one of pity. He frequently asked her out, even though she repeatedly replied no. One day, she said screw it, and agreed. The relationship lasted only a month, when Leah knew she just could not be with this guy anymore. She loved him, but he was definitely just a friend to her, and nothing more. Leah mostly keeps everyone in the friend zone because she fears actually being hurt, so a relationship does not seem like it will be likely any time soon, unless someone truly sweeps her off her feet.

{ Strengths }
• Can cause pain
• Mixed Martial Arts / Martial Arts
• Courageous

{ Flaws }
• Not sensible
• Terrible at working with others
• Any sort of weapon

{ Fears }
• Complete darkness
• Being absolutely alone
• Rodents

{ Weapon }
Her self


{ Other }
Leah is very musically talented, but has insecurities, and rarely shares this with others.
(All images belong to their respective owners. The girl's name is Olivia Chachi Gonzales)

[loyal]

{ name } яσαηαηєz ℓιℓуυє ∂яαктнσяη
{ nickname } Roan
{ gender } Female
{ age } 17
{ birthday } December 4th
{ orientation } Straight
{ parent } Aeolus


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---------¢σηƒι∂єη¢є
------яυηηιηg
---¢нαмρ
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Hᴀɪʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ:
Blonde
Eʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ:
Grey
Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ:
5'4"
Bɪʀᴛʜᴍᴀʀᴋs/Sᴄᴀʀs:
She has a scar on her left arm running from her wrist to her elbow, and four or five running criss-cross across her back.

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Oʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ:
Straight
Cʀᴜsʜ:
None
Bᴏʏғʀɪᴇɴᴅ/Gɪʀʟғʀɪᴇɴᴅ:
None

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Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ:
Roan is a daredevil, who enjoys taking risks. Roan hasn't had a great life, so she is quite guarded, she tries not to let people get too close to the wall she's built around her. She is wary of everyone who tries to get to know her. She rarely trusts anyone with her emotions, and she tends to keep to herself. She is sometimes impulsive, and when she fully trusts someone, she'll tell them anything. She tends to be a loner and watches from the metaphorical shadows. She gets along well with animals, but not as well with people. She is determined to get everything to be as near to perfect as she can get it, and she is a hard worker.
Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ:
Roan was born into a normal family, she had a dad and a mom, and no brothers or sisters that she knew of. They lived in California, in Parkfield, on a farm. When she was eight years old, her father suddenly disappeared out of her life. He'd been on one of his many business trips, and her mother had discovered that he'd been cheating. Roan had found this out later. He never returned home, and Roan quickly resumed life, although she had the secret hope that he would return from whatever long business trip he was on. She went to school, got good grades, and everything. Exactly one year after the day her father had left, an earthquake tore through her town.
It was a Tuesday, and for some reason both she and her mother were home at ten-fifteen in the morning. They'd been sitting on the couch, when suddenly the water glasses on the table started shaking, the water disturbed. Roan noticed, and pointed. Her mother grabbed her and pulled the nine year old under a doorframe. She told Roan to stay there no matter what, and the young girl, eyes wide, watched her mother as she ran towards her bedroom. Roan knew that she was going to get the one thing that she'd get in case of a tornado or something. She was going to get her wedding dress, the one Roan would wear when she got married, the one that her mother had worn when she'd married Roan's father. This was a rural town, there weren't many dress shops, and Roan thought the dress was the prettiest thing in the world. Suddenly the dress floated out of the room, and Roan sank down, still under the doorway, staring at the pristine white dress as it settled on the ground. There had been a puff of air at the same time, and a thundering noise. When the earthquake ended, her house was in ruins. Roan fearfully stepped into the room, and stared at the wall of rock she met. The roof had collapsed, and as she crawled out into the street, crying profusely, she met her neighbor, whose house was nearly intact. Roan stayed with the old woman for a month, until one day her father came to take her away to the city. Roan learned the truth about what had happened then, her father had been cheating, and he'd married the other woman. They'd had two kids already who were the same age as Roan, and Roan had been all but forgotten. She was brought into the family with much dismay by both her father and her new stepmother, not to mention her two new stepsisters. Roan quickly became the troubled one, she got into trouble for everything, from skateboarding in school, to getting in fights with the mayor's two boys. Her family doesn't know of her new life, because she now knows that her father isn't her real father, so she feels no dismay upon staying at camp year-round. Her first years at camp were rather uneventful, although she accumulated quite a few scars.
Lɪᴋᴇs:
☄ Taking risks
☄ Animals
☄ Books
☄ Challenges
☄ Music
☄ Freedom
Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs:
☁ Being bored
☁ Stereotypes
☁ People sneaking up on her
☁ Being cooped up
☁ Earthquakes
☁ Being trapped
Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs:
She learned survival skills for living outside of society from her mother before she died, and she learned a great deal about the 'outside' business world when she was living with her "dad". She had been forced into many boarding schools around the world, so she speaks many languages, including both modern and classical Greek, as well as Latin, which helps her here, she can converse with many beings. Her mistrust of others could count as a strength, it has helped her in the past. She is good with a range of weapons, although throwing daggers and bows and arrows are her greatest ones, she can sometimes use the wind to help propel things through the air. As such, her archery rivals those of the Apollo cabins
Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs:
She doesn't fully trust anyone, would rather hold her own life in her hands than give it to someone else, for fear that they would fail. She is very proud and doesn't like giving up control to others, but she doesn't like to lead or be stared at. She isn't supremely strong, and 'her' winds are very unruly, sometimes it takes her full concentration to control them.
Oᴛʜᴇʀ:
Nope

{ name } ¢αятєя נαмєѕ ωιℓѕση
{ nickname } CJ
{ gender } Male
{ age } 18
{ birthday } June 6th
{ orientation } Bi
{ parent } Hephestus


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------------∂ση'т мєѕѕ
---------נυѕт мє
------ѕєαℓє∂
---нιуαн!




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Hᴀɪʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ:
Brown
Eʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ:
CJ's eyes start out from the pupil as a hazel color, but then become a shockingly bright blue color, with flecks of the hazel broken up and appearing. This results in a curious effect of his eyes sometimes seeming to be two different colors, when in reality one just has a thicker hazel ring then the other.
Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ:
5'9"
Bɪʀᴛʜᴍᴀʀᴋs/Sᴄᴀʀs:
Misc. scars

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Oʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ:
Bisexual
Cʀᴜsʜ:
None
Bᴏʏғʀɪᴇɴᴅ/Gɪʀʟғʀɪᴇɴᴅ:
None

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Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ:
CJ is a 'gentle giant' as it will. He isn't a violent person, but when provoked, he acts swiftly and precisely. He prefers to be alone most of the time, or be with a book, he doesn't always enjoy other people's company. He's lost most of his trust in people as well, so when he is with people, he doesn't mesh well. Most people stay out of his way, but those that do cross him don't try again. He isn't normally very friendly, but he doesn't mind people as long as they don't annoy him. When he is upset, he tends to remove himself from the situation and drown himself in his music or studies, which just makes things harder to patch up later. He enjoys taking calculated risks, when a situation calls for one. He tries to be impartial when he meets someone new, first impressions are big deals with him. He is also very accepting of others and their strengths and weaknesses, as long as they acknowledge them.
Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ:
CJ kinda knew he was never really normal. He was left passed out outside of a firehouse at the age of six, with no memory, then put in an orphanage. He was the quiet kid that looked like a bully. He learned how to skateboard and was much better at it than others, able to lift his board higher on jumps. He didn't have many friends, the orphanage was a harsh place to live, and he quickly realized that it was human nature for people to stab others in the back, or to leave them if it wasn't convenient. He drew into himself, his only recluse was reading books, which he had always thought led to his prowess with his little tinkering experiments and such.

CJ was sitting on one of those wooden benches that look like they should be in a park. He was reading a new book, which he had gotten from the headmaster of the school he went to. He'd never caused any trouble, so the headmaster didn't mind when he borrowed books from her library, just as long as he returned them. Because he was an orphan, he didn't have the means to get a library card, and the people that ran the orphanage didn't care enough. He was ten, and the other boys were playing football in the yard about fifteen feet away. There was a new boy in the orphanage, who didn't understand that nobody messed with CJ. He was shorter and had a slighter build, and he was trying to impress the other guys by picking on the guy who was sitting alone reading his book. He came over, began bouncing the football off of CJ's head, taunting him. CJ didn't move, just kept reading. When the other boy kept doing it, CJ plainly told him to stop... to no avail. The other kids went quiet and backed away even further from CJ, but the new boy didn't back down, even as CJ calmly placed the book on the bench and stood to tower over him. Then, the other boy threw a punch, catching CJ in the jaw. There was a rumbling noise, and suddenly the ground opened up in front of CJ, and the boy was gone, falling down a large crevasse that had opened up right beneath him. CJ stared until the kid was out of sight in the darkness, before his eyes went wide and he stared around. Everyone else just seemed to be picking themselves off the ground and running to the nearest area without any trees above it, to keep from getting squished. He followed everyone away from the building, his anger at the boy forgotten and fear replacing it. He ran for a long time, before bumping into Roan. She'd come back to find some old woman who'd taken care of her, and they traversed across the United States together, attempting to dodge monsters, for they'd had some weird dreams about camp, and since they were both orphans, threw their lots in together with a satyr that had found them.
Lɪᴋᴇs:
☄ Working, feeling useful
☄ Animals
☄ Rock Climbing
☄ Reading
☄ Music
Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs:
☁ Being bored
☁ Stereotypes
☁ Big Cities
☁ Loudness
☁ Crowds
Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs:
CJ is strong and quite smart. He learned some wilderness survival skills from Roan, and he is really good at tinkering with small 'wind up'-esque figurines. It also helped that he can spark a fire with a snap of his fingers. He can stick his hand in fire and won't get burned, but he can't create fire without fuel. He's made automatons, and most everything he makes, works. He has always had almost an affinity with the earth, and even after the earthquake, he hasn't been afraid of caves or small spaces. His weapon proficiency is high, although his favorite weapon is a rather large, double-bladed axe which he made himself. It is carved and etched with all types of designs, and it has a few hidden surprises in it.
Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs:
He can be impulsive, but most of the time, he likes to think about things before doing them, a hardship in battle, but also sometimes a strength. His past is a great weakness of his, he rarely tells anyone of his previous situation. He doesn't like to ask for help, even when he needs it. Sometimes, he is too critical of others, and himself.
Oᴛʜᴇʀ:
Nope

[yuki,]

(Sure. c: )