ＡＣＥ ＡＭＥＲＩＣＵＳ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━❝ａ ｃｈｉｌｄ ｏｆ ａｐｏｌｌｏ
ｗｉｌｌ ｎｅｖｅｒ ｈａｖｅ ｔｈｅ
ｐｌｅａｓｕｒｅ ｏｆ
ｆｌｏｗｉｎｇ ｂｌｏｏｄ
ｏｒｐａｉｎ．ｎｏｔ ｅｖｅｎ
ｓｅｌｆ ｈａｒｍ ｏｒ
ｓｕｉｃｉｄｅ ｗｉｌｌ ｄｏ
ｔｈｅ ｔｒｉｃｋ．━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━daughter of ;; apollo.
traits ;; awkward, quiet, timid,
controlled, emotionless.
age ;; seventeen.
crush ;; none
[ she's too deep in depression ]
tagged ;; someone wanna walk up to her?
powers ;; she can cast curses and
has the gift of foresight, she also heals fast.
occ ;; whose open?━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ｂｅｃａｕｓｅ ｔｈｅ ｇｏｄ ｏｆ
ｍｅｄｉｃｉｎｅ ｗｉｌｌ ｓｔｏｐ ｔｈｅ
ｂｌｏｏｄ ｆｒｏｍ ｆｌｏｗｉｎｇ
ａｎｄ ｔｈｅ ｂｏｎｅｓ ｆｒｏｍ
ｂｒｅａｋｉｎｇ. ❞ Ace glared at a man who was looking at her in a way that made her feel horrible. But once he passed her whistling, Ace slowly reached for the wallet protruding out of his pocket. A crinkled ten dollar bill made her smile as she shoved it into her pocket. Shoving her hands into her pockets, suddenly a commotion happened behind her. A shout and an angry stomping noise alerted Ace that is was time for her to run. Without even looking behind her, the little thief knew that it was the man who she'd stolen from a couple minutes ago. Catching her foot on the side walk crack, Ace was down in matter of seconds. She felt she jacket being pulled on, and the dollar being fished from her pocket. An excruciating pain erupted on the side of Ace's temple, the man must've hit her. In a haze, Ace tried to push herself up but there was the chance of a concussion, she was going no where. Blood filled her mouth, and she spit it out immediately. A pair of shoes could be made out right in her line of vision, blurry, but still there. A boy a little bit taller then Ace was standing over her. Ace shifted in her restless sleep, this part of the dream was when it got fuzzy. Suddenly only images flashed. Peter helping her onto her feet. A coffee shop down on Bethel rd. the results from the doctor. Peter's leukemia- the kiss. This was when Ace murmured in her sleep, 'Don't die...' she called out softly. But it was hopeless. Ace had had this dream nightmare before, heck, she'd lived through the horrors of it. The coffee shop again. An empty seat. Peter's house. The empty living room. Pounding on he door. Fresh tears. And finally a tomb stone. All in a matter of five seconds. The images shown brought tears too Ace's eyes in her sleep. The last image made her smile in her sleep. Peter's face, happy and content. As the door slammed shut, apollo's daughter jolted awake. As she went about. rubbing her amber eyes dry of tears- Ace quickly tried to forget the horrible sleep she'd had. The nightmares flooded her night's almost every few months. A fresh wave of tears. And the camp. The cycle didn't stop; and it wasn't going to. _________________________________________________________________
ＡＰＯＬＬＯ'Ｓ ＧＩＲＬ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━❝ｔｈｅｒｅ ａｒｅ ｔｈｒｅｅ
ｐｒｏｂｌｅｍｓ ｗｉｔｈ ｂｅｉｎｇ
ａｐｏｌｌｏ'ｓ ｃｈｉｌｄ.
ｔｈｅ ｄｒｅａｄｅｄ
ｆｏｒｅｓｉｇｈｔａｎｄ
ｔｅｒｒｉｂｌｅ ｈｅａｌｉｎｇ .━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━health ;; 90% capacity
{hasn't eaten for awhile}
mood ;; being her silent and awkward self.
weapons ;; she's handy with knives
and enjoys the long sword.
relations ;; dating no one and half
sister too Tyler.
where is she? ;; training. it helps
her calm down... kinda
wearing ;; worn boat neck grey shirt, sneakers,
and skinny pants.
intelligence ;; unnaturally smart. 11/10━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ｗｉｔｈ ｆｏｒｅｓｉｇｈｔ ｙｏｕ
ｋｎｏｗ ｅｘａｃｔｌｙ ｗｈｅｎ，
ｗｈｅｒｅ， ａｎｄ ｈｏｗ ｙｏｕｒ
ｇｏｉｎｇ ｔｏ ｄｉｅ. ｗｉｔｈ
ｙｏｕｒ ｄａｄ ｂｅｉｎｇ ｔｈｅ ｇｏｄ
ｏｆ ｈｅａｌｉｎｇ， ｙｏｕ ｗｏｎ'ｔ
ｅｖｅｒ ｆｅｅｌ ｉｔ． ❞ The cool splash of water on her face, calmed Ace down a bit. Looking in the mirror, the girl was mortified- of course she was horrible at displaying emotion. So of course she just looked tired instead of scared because of what she was becoming. A monster. A horrible beast that parents tell there children about at night. Ace gazed in the mirror, not a single emotion passing by. But inside her mind was having a war. Her hair was embarrassing, all tangled and faded black. Ace's face was horribly ugly, all the light scars and burn marks. And her eyes. Well they looked washed out. The glowing amber that was once in them was long gone, only a glimmer of orangish brown appeared here and there; scattered around her iris. The dark circles under her eyes. Her wild eyebrows. Her nose... Well, it was just a nose really. Maybe the only normal thing on her face. Quickly taking a shower, the water turned on extremely warm, {she found burning hot soothing}, and changing into a normal outfit for her. A worn grey boat neck shirt with skinny pants and tennis shoes. As she walked out of her cabin, Ace made sure that She avoided all social interactions. Her outfit wasn't fit for the 'grand' child of Apollo. But the last thing on Ace's list of things she loved/barely liked was her father. His constant nags about how she was 'making him look bad' made her want to make the god come down here himself just so Ace could punch him. The only time Ace ever made 'daddy' feel proud was in her fighting. As Ace made her way too the training area, she picked up two knives, one in each hand. She knew this drove Apollo nuts, him being an archery fanatic. Seven dummies surrounded her and Ace had to release her anger. The knives tore threw the dummies like a feather through air. Grunting, sputtering, badly breaking a sweat, Ace cut them down easily. Soon she was shouting in rage as more dummies appeared. Knocking them down, one by one, left too right. Ace was great at fighting so much, Apollo's daughter had even beaten the powerful son and daughter of Athena. Once in a match in capture the flag. They're ere both humiliated too the core, ever since then Ace had never really gotten along with them. Shouting louder, Ave added grunts in between, showing how hard she was working. Soon all that was left was a couple piles of scrap parts. As Ace was kneeling on the ground, panting hard. Each fist held a knife stuck into the ground. 'Breathe in, breathe out.' she thought inside her head. Freezing, for a moment Ace felt another presence. Not wanting too talk, or safe any connection at all, ace wanted to ignore it. But she couldn't. "I know your there." she said loudly, but she hasn't moved a muscle.
