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Brianna Whyte

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Name: Brianna Whyte
Age/Birthday: 16/August 1st
Gender: Female
Orientation: Love is for everyone!
God Parent: Dionysus
Claimed: Yes
Mortal Family: Abigail Whyte: A loving, though a little ditzy, woman with a big heart. She's Brianna's mother.
Richard Williamson: A military man, though kind. Though he isn't her real father, Richard raises her as if she were his own.
Brandon Williamson: Athough kind of a buttface in Bri's opinion, he's not the worst brother to get out of a marriage. Though he does litter...
Lilian Williamson: New baby sister.
Years in Camp: 1
Brief History: Brianna's had a pretty normal, happy life so far, living with a flighty mother, a serious stepfather and a stepbrother who she all loves dearly. She grew up in a small town in the fieldy, farmy parts of California, her mother having inherited her family's vineyard. Although she's never actually met her father, her mother spoke of him fondly, saying they couldn't be together because he had been married. The two would always giggle like schoolgirls at this part of her story of her conception. Her stepfather, though very serious and militaristic, loves her flighty mother and herself very much, and doesn't seem to mind that they're both rather useless when it comes to the business part of their wine production.

She was 14 when her mom decided it was time for her to meet other children like herself. While her brother went to military camp, Bri went to Camp-Half Blood, and met her father for the first time. Maybe it was the real test of her flighty-ness, but she adores him.
Physical Appearance: Brianna is quite pretty, though very strange. Her hair is long, and the color of caramel, usually weaved with ribbons and beads. Her eyes are large and bright indigo, always looking excited or surprised. Tanned and freckled, it's likely she's spent most of her life laying around in the sun, because she's covered in the freckles. She's often wearing peasant skirts and strange accessories with her camp half-blood teeshirt.
Personality: Brianna is a flighty creature, unable to focus on one or two things at a time, and rarely keeps a schedule. It's more often to see her lying around, napping in the sun, or playing with Nymphs and satyrs then doing any actual training, but don't let that fool you. She's acrobatic and fast on her feet, able to compete with even the fastest satyrs in the camp. Although she believes in non-violence, she's known to carry a dagger on her person, just in case.
Fatal Flaw: Non-violent in nature, it's hard for her to force herself into any kind of fight, even with a monster.
Pets: A toad name Timothy
Talents: Swift speed, the ability to use grapevines (if she can focus long enough to), and adoring everyone she meets.
Weapons: A dagger
Year-Round or Summer: Year-round
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Bobby Mullins
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Name: Barbra Rae Mullins
Age/Birthday: 16/July 13th
Gender: Female
God Parent: Hades
Claimed: Yes
Mortal Family: Penelope Anne Mullins (Mother: Deceased)
Jay Mullins (Uncle)
Tom Mullins (Uncle)
Ray Mullins (Uncle)
Years in Camp: Just arriving
Brief History: Nothing can help sooth the death of a family member. Some turn to religion, some turn to substances or medications. Penelope became a medical examiner, upon her brother's death at arms oversees. She started to work to solve murders by examining the bodies of the murderered. One day, she was working on a case, where a boy had died from an unexplained lightning strike. Most of her team just ignored it, writing it off as a freak accident. But to her, it made no sense. The weather hadn't been lightning producing. There had been no other strikes, no static. For months she fussed over the case, trying to solve what others called her crazy for. The boy was never identified.

Until one day, a stranger came. Dark, with a shadowed look in his eyes. He told her to stop trying to solve it, because she never would. Instead of listening, like any smart woman, she pushed. And pushed. Until one day, the man returned, angry that she had ignored him. But the fire in her heart, to give the dead a voice, refusing to quit...had endeered her to him. He explained who he was, and why she must stop. That the boy had been killed because of his heritage. Penelope was shocked by the information, and demanded to know more. For months, he visited her on and off, telling her more. Stories of the deaths, of the lives. Before long, the friendship turned into more, and one night, it went further than either had hoped.

It only happened once, but sometimes, once is all it takes. She told him she couldn't be with him anymore, that it wasn't right to his wife, or herself. It wasn't until months later she found out she was pregnant. She would have to hide this child, because her life depended on it.

Nine months, and a little blond baby girl was born. An All American girl. Wild to her heart, with the same untamed fire her mother had. She would get into fights protecting kids smaller than herself, and sometimes larger. She didn't judge, but she also didn't take anyone's crap. But, the day came... that someone....something came to attack. Penelope knew what she had to do to protect her little girl. She sent her away, the night before the attack. The next morning, she was found torn up like from an animal attack.

Bobby lived the rest of her youth with her Uncles on the family farm. She was always determined to make her mother proud, never understanding how her mother knew to get her out, or why she couldn't have come with her.

And then the letter arrives.... A letter that was set to be recieved on her 16th birthday. It was from her mother...explaining everything.
Physical Appearance: Bobby is what anyone would imagine an all-american girl looking. Blond hair, tan, freckled. Often wearing her cowboy hat (A gift from her uncles, it had been her mother's when she was a girl), and thick sturdy work boots, the southern girl looks better fit to work cattle than taking on monsters, but don't underestimate her. Her strength from working on a farm is evident in powerful arms and legs. But she often has a bright smile on her face.
Personality: A fire has set deep into Bobby's heart, one that she inherited from her mother. Once she sets her mind to something, she's going to do it, and theres no talking her out of it. Tough as nails, and twice as sharp, she refuses to stand down to a challenge, and that can often get her in deep trouble. Raised on Southern hospitality, and also the rough and tumble, she can easily switch from being as polite as a lady, and calling someone a whole slew of names you probably shouldn't repeat in front of your mother. Being raised by her uncles as she was becoming a teen, she doesn't seem to understand certain feminine things, such as how to flirt, or even the subtle things like keeping girl things to herself. She's one to speak exactly as she thinks, and think exactly as she speaks. If she likes you, she'll say so, if she doesn't, she'll say so too. Loyal til the end, if you become her friend, she will have your back, no matter how stupid the fight. Though she will tell you later it was stupid.
Bobby is a strong believer in two strikes, and you're out. She is willing to give anyone a second chance, but if you screw it up, you're done in her eyes. She will not bother trying to help someone who can't even take the chance in turn. She became a good cook, having to learn in place of her mother to feed herself, as her uncles were rather hopeless on the matter, she'll go out of her way to feed a person she thinks is 'too skinny'. What determines this, often changes, so maybe she just likes to feed people regardless. She is a big believer in burying the dead properly. Always. Even your enemies. 'It ain't our place to judge what happens in their death. Put em away proper, and let Hades and the Fates decide.'
One of her biggest issues, after her flaw, is that she is bullheaded. She will not budge in her opinion, even if given strong evidence against it. She will dig her heels in and holler until you leave her alone, or until she wins. And that ties in with her next big issue. She is loud. The girl has no inside volume, and can often be overbearing, and more than often, a right pain to your eardrums.
Fatal Flaw: Once she sets her mind to something, she won't stop. Challenges are always faced head on.
Pets: None
Talents: Strong willed, and strong bodied, Bobby is good at most things that include strength and stamina. She's willing to learn anything, though too much math might hurt her head. Though she's never used a sword, she's taken to using spears, as they aren't that different from her pitchfork.
Weapons: A spear and sheild.
Year-Round or Summer: Year-Round
Other: Accepted by Crispy Bacon via PM

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Character you're applying for: Persephone; [Goddess of Vegitation] [Queen of the Underworld]

Brief description of the character:
Personality: Persephone is a hard woman to understand, her own inner heart is in a struggle with her life above, and below the earth's soils. Above she is known for her smile, understanding, and love of the plantlife and growth.

Once in the underworld with her husband, she can be seen as cold, disinterested. She is strict in her role as Queen, passing judgment with a will that has earned her the title "The Iron Queen." This is a mask, and also admittedly unhelped by her crankiness at missing the sun and having to face her mother's hissy fits and complaints about her husband. Persephone herself adores Hades, even if he is a bit strange and has cheated on her. What god hasn't though, a millenia together could test any marriage, and honestly, her husband isn't as bad as her father. In the modern world, when facing the demi-gods or otherwise, she's known to smile and offer what advice she can. Unlike most of her fellow gods, she enjoys the company of the demi-gods and enjoys helping them when she has the ability, even her husband's illegitimate children. Sometimes, she will even visit her siblings in the Demeter Cabin, if only to get away from her mother.

Appearance: Persephone is fair skinned with a smattering of freckles that don't seem to leave, even in the darkness of the underworld. Young by looks, with round cheeks and dimples when she laughs, it's hard to see her as the Iron Queen she becomes once she has to take on her role as Queen of the Dead. Her hair, the color of autumn leaves strokes the floor when she walks the halls of her kingdom, or plucking flowers in the fields due to it's length. Her eyes are a bright green, like the color of fresh summer leaves. She often dresses in pure white togas in her kingdoms, flowers woven into her hair and worn as jewelry. In the modern world, however, she is known for her floral summer dresses.

Sample Roleplay: She remembered her first time here. The stone halls, the cold of the underworld, the moans of souls. It had been terrifying, not knowing what was happening as Hades took her away from the overworld. The terrifying chill of an idea she might never see the sun again. Never again see the blooms, or her friends, the nymphs. And then he told her why he had taken her. Who she was to become, what she was to become. At first she was in shock. A bride? To this man? But the things she's heard about him, the horrible things he was.

It took time to stop believing the rumors they whispered about her husband. Her father trusted him with her, and that should be good enough, right? But it was more than that. He was sweet to her, and kind. He did his best to make her happy, even in this cold world. She was happy, despite missing the sun as she did. She knew he was happy too. She should have known it would never last like that. Her mother was too possessive. Too strict. Her heart split in two when the order was made to send her back. But Hades had another way. A trick.

It was a joy, for Persephone to feel the sun on her skin once more, but she missed her husband. Demeter was angry when she found out the trick Hades played. She pretended for her sake to be in shock, but Persephone was not the fool her mother thought she was. Now, she could have both things she love. The sun and the world above, and her husband and kingdom below. Every year was the same. As the first autumn leaves fall, she knew he would be waiting.

"Hades... I'm home."

Why do you deserve to roleplay this character?: I don't know how any one person "Deserves" to roleplay a character, but Persephone is my favorite goddess. Of all of the greek myths, the stories learned, the one that has always stuck with me, and made me grab for more, was the story of Persephone and Hades. The story has run through my head more than any other, I've role played her before on other sites, and in private rps over messangers. I love her character. It would be the greatest honor for me to be allowed to play her.

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Tabitha Porter

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Name: Tabitha Porter
Age/Birthday: 17/July 2nd
Gender: Female
Orientation: Straight
God Parent: Hephaestus
Claimed: Yes
Mortal Family: Angeline Porter (deceased)
Years in Camp: 6
Brief History: Angeline Porter had been smitten at once with the inventor Hephaestus when they met when she was in college. She pursued him heavily through the days while he turned her away, figuring she was one of the usual love-sick girls, who was only in it until they realized the reality of the situation. But, in a moment of weakness, he finally crumbled to her will. They could only spend so much time together, and he did not even know at first that she had had his child. It was many years, when he finally returned and found the serious, strong backed daughter of the girl he'd once known, who was now dead from child labor.

Tabitha was nothing like her mother, even as a child. She took everything too seriously, kept herself away from other children, and always built. She did not bother with the trivial things other young girls did at her age, even as she grew.Though she barely knew her father, she worshiped him, doing everything in her power to prove herself worthy to be his child. Building bigger and better things, striving to become greater. This has left her inventive, but distant from others. When her grandmother died when she was 10, a satyr was sent to take her to camp, where she would be safe. Over 6 years, she trained hard, learning to fight, to build, never once giving up her goals.

At the age of 14, her father gave her a gift, a pendant with the image of a forge and hammer, that when she needed it, turned into a larger version of the hammer she wielded in the forge. She's deadly, and fierce when using it. She has yet to have a quest of her own, but she is waiting patiently, knowing the time will come when she can make her father proud.
Physical Appearance: Tabitha is tan skinned, with curly, light blond hair, with dirty blond dark undertones, that is almost always pulled into a messy ponytail, high on the back of her head.. Freckles are splattered in heavy abundance all over her face, arms and shoulders, as well as places she will never mention. Her brown eyes could be considered like chocolate, if they had any warmth to them besides the fire of the forge. She's usually seen wearing a camp half blood shirt, tied up in the back with a rubber band, and a pair of jeans low on her hips, but bunched up around her ankles.
Personality: Tabitha is a serious, distant teen with a drive to succeed. Devout in her need to prove herself, she is often pushing herself past the points of extreme to show that she's strong. Her greatest feature is her ability to get things done. Her greatest personality weakness is that she can often come off as hateful and distrusting.
Fatal Flaw: Her need to prove herself to her father.
Pets: None
Talents: Inventing, forge-work, fighting with a large battle-hammer.
Weapons: A large-scale forge hammer of celestial bronze, the size of a large battlehammer.
Year-Round or Summer: Year Round
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Hali Cole:: Name: Hali Cole
Age/Birthday: 16
Gender: Female
Orientation: Straight
God Parent: Amphitrite
Claimed: No
Mortal Family: Andrew Cole
Years in Camp: 1
Brief History: Andrew Cole hadn't expected much excitement when he started his life fishing for a new company on the Florida coast. He'd never expected to meet the woman of his dreams, sleep with her, and have her disappear all in one night. And then nine months later....

Three raps at the door. It's all it took to change Andrew Cole's life. A little bundle, with a note on the back of a postcard. "She's ours, take care of her, and always remember our summer together." With only an A written in a beautiful blue ink.

Hali grew up the daughter of a single father, a sailor and fisherman. In her younger years, she stayed at home with a nanny while he was away. But like so many will do for their sons, he did for his daughter. By 13 she was on the boat with her father and his crew, sailing and learning the trade. It was hardwork, but she did it with hard work and pride. By 15 she was at complete ease on the ship. She took care of the men, making sure they stayed safe, and healthy. Most saw her as the "Little sister" of the ship. It took them all to fight off the monster when it attacked her on the ship, trying to drag her overboard.

As she recovered in the hospital, she received a postcard, much like the one her father received. The image of a beach in Florida with beautiful writing. "Go to this camp. It will be safe for you there. A" A ticket for a train and the address for Camp Half Blood was left with it. It was the first, and only contact she's ever had with her mother. She left for camp the moment she was released, kissing her dad on the cheek and telling the other sailors she'd see them in the fall.
Physical Appearance: Tan and built, Hali has the complexion and build of anyone who sails a lot. Strong arms and upperbody from hauling in their catch and a toned tummy all explain Hali well. Her honey blond hair is kept short, but long enough to be thrown into a sloppy ponytail when needed. Her eyes are the blue/green of the sea. She has a sun-kissed, pretty face that is almost always graced with a smile.
Personality: Hali is the tough, nurturing type. Well known for her ability to take care of a sailor, and also turn a blind eye on misbehaving, the sailors often joked about her being the perfect sailor's wife. She would take care of a complete stranger without question. It's easy to forget how tough she can be when she smiles and settles into a "Woman's" role, until you watch her on ship. She can man a boat like any of the men with just as gusto.
Fatal Flaw: Hali has a problem letting people walk all over her, and will help anyone in need, no matter who, or what, they are.
Pets:
Talents: She a great sailor, and a talented healer. The ability to give a "Calming" effect on others. She can stay underwater for much longer than any human should before having to come up for air. She can swim in cold waters without too much difficulty (once she gets out of the water, that's a whole 'nother story)
Weapons: A simple sword and shield
Year-Round or Summer: Depends on what's going on
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