take my characters pls

Subject: take my characters pls Sat Oct 20, 2012 4:05 pm

some characters for adoption ok. they don't come with their faceclaims. feel free to do whatever you want with them when you adopt them.

they're all free to a good home <3

Subject: Re: take my characters pls Sat Oct 20, 2012 4:06 pm

Ruth Mary Valentine

Age/Birthday:
Ruthie is sixteen years of age in June on the thirtieth. However, she was born in 1918.
Gender:
Female.
God Parent:
Aphrodite.
Claimed:
Yes.
Mortal Family:
Father, George Valentine: George Valentine was born to a very poor mother and father in the tenements of New York city in the mid 1800's. He had six brothers and sisters and he was the middle child. As he got older he became more and more ignored. Finally at the age of sixteen, George up and left. He packed a small bag and became a shoe-shiner on the street. Never spending a penny, the frugal man saved up for business school. At the age of twenty-five, he had a degree and a successful job on Wall Street. Sure, this took up all of his time, but he was also a distant descendant of Athena so he he fairly smart. When George was twenty-six, he met Aphrodite. Aphrodite became his obsession. He couldn't think of anything other than his "Rosie". When Rosie became pregnant, George was thrilled. Of course, she left him as soon as she gave birth. George's heart was absolutely broken and he would never be able to love again. By the time his daughter was fourteen, it was 1929 and the stock market crashed.
Years in Camp:
This is her second.
Brief History:
Born to a rich father in 1918, Ruthie had a very good life. Her father was a sweet, kind man who had so much love for his daughter that sometimes he could barely contain it. Ruthie grew up in a nice house in upper Manhattan, which at the time had actually had houses, where she went to school as well. Her life was great up until she turned fourteen.
The year was 1929 and her father was becoming very worried about stocks, he'd been saying how lately they'd been unnaturally high, so he'd begun to sell them as fast as he could. Being an extremely successful businessman, he knew what was coming and it'd be big. George had also withdrew almost all of his money from the bank and began putting it into shoe boxes and hiding them in the closet. Ruthie was told to never touch them. It was in mid-fall that the stock market crashed. George watched his friends lose almost all they had. George lost some money as well, but not as much as anyone else. Ruthie's friends had all moved away and by the time it was late November, Ruthie's school had closed down. Ruthie was so lonely that her father knew of only one place he could take her.
George, knowing about Aphrodite, contacted a satyr. George told the satyr to take Ruthie to Las Vegas, where there was a casino. George only knew about the casino from what he'd heard. He'd heard that it was like a fountain of youth. That it'd freeze you in time and keep you young until you got out. When Ruthie turned fifteen, George took her there.
Before George dropped Ruthie off he placed a small necklace around her neck of a dove. It was a beautiful dove made from pearls and diamonds. But small. Ruthie loved it anyways. Her father let a doorman lead her into the hotel and he left his little girl behind. He knew that she wouldn't be coming back, he knew that she would probably never see him again, but he loved his daughter more than anything and if that meant giving her up then so be it. It was the hardest thing he'd ever had to do.
Eventually, the economy straightened out and George was old in 1941. When he finally died of old age in 1981, he still hadn't seen his daughter.
Eventually, a satyr went to the casino to look for demigods and he found three. Ruthie, Flower, and Doug. Flower was from the 60's and Doug was from the 90's. Ruthie was the oldest. From the Roarin' 20's. Because Flower was only a daughter of Demeter and Doug was a son of Hephaestus they didn't get too much trouble as they crossed the land, although, Ruthie was in shock half of the way there. She didn't understand much of what was going on. But, over the trip she did understand why the women looked like men in their pants and shirts.
The satyr had explained everything and offered to buy her new clothes and Ruthie accepted. Naturally having the sense of what was in fashion she chose a dress and new pair of shoes. Ruthie kept her hair in a braid though.
Soon afterwords, they made it to camp without another interruption. Ruthie's been there ever since.
Physical Appearance:
Standing at the taller height of five foot six inches, Ruthie's a bit bigger than most of the Aphrodite girls. She has broader shoulders than the other girls and a bigger waist. Born in the teens of the 1900's, Ruthie was very tall for her age. The other girls usually only came up to her shoulder. She was the same height, almost, as her father. Ruthie has medium sized breasts. Her arms and her legs are relatively unstrong due to lack of physical exercise.
Ruthie's skin is a creamy ivory color. She has very fair skin and burns extremely easily. She often doesn't go out into the sun, but she has very few blemishes on her face. She has a few freckles here and there on her face but avoids the sun because of this reason.
Ruthie has a very pretty heart shaped face with a cute little chin. Her nose is on the smaller side and her cheekbones are fairly normal. On either side of her nose are soft purple eyes. They aren't screaming purple eyes like Dionysus's children but a soft purple-violet hue. Her eyes are a tad like Elizabeth Taylor's even though Ruthie doesn't know who this is. They are framed by a set of dark, thick eyelashes. Ruthie loves to wear eye makeup. Because she was born in a time where makeup wasn't used very much and it the colors weren't as abundant as they are now, she loves it. She loves mascara and often makes her eyelashes ridiculously longer and she enjoys eyeshadow. However, Ruthie doesn't care so much for eyeliner. She can't play around with it as much. There's only so much she can do with it, so she says.
Ruthie's hair is an original blonde-brown color, but after she discovered hair dye in a box, she dyed it right away. It's now a dark reddish color along with the color of her eyebrows. It falls to the middle of her back in thick waves.
Her style is very in and current and Ruthie likes to keep up with the styles of today. As soon as she got to camp she instantly realized that she was way out of date. So borrowing a few magazines, she began to read up on the styles. Of course it took her forever to develop a style but she now has a very girlie style consisting of dresses, pink, and lace.
Personality:
Loud and proud, this daughter of Aphrodite loves attention. She loves to be the center of attention all of the time. When people start to ignore her, she'll become all sad and practically demand the attention. Being raised as the only child of a rich father she can't help it.
Ruthie is slightly materialistic being a daughter of Aphrodite. Her father always bought her dresses and dolls and toys galore. Ruthie always had some kind of something to keep her busy, almost like busy work. Now she still loves material objects. Ruthie loves to shop, being a daughter of Aphrodite she was born with great style. Ruthie's also a total girl. She loves frillies and lace and pink and everything girlie. Though, she was raised in a time where women were looked at and not heard. Ruthie's fine with this philosophy.
Not always grounded, Ruthie can be a tad air-headed. It's the Aphrodite in her, she can hardly focus on more than one thing at once and what she's been told to do can often go in one ear and out the other. Being the daughter of Aphrodite, Ruthie's compassionate, caring, cheerful, a good friend, and a die-hard romantic. Since she was never born in the area that most of the other girl demigods lived in, Ruthie never feels down on herself. She's always had a rather high self-esteem and sees herself as rather pretty.
And being pretty can sometimes be bad. Ruthie's vain. She's not narcissistic but she is vain. She adores herself a bit too much sometimes and this can occasionally lead to her hubris or pride. She's always felt like that sometimes the gods don't know what they're doing up there and that they need help running Olympus. Which is her fatal flaws, Hubris, Vanity, and a tad bit of Envy. She does always want more that what she already has and if she sees someone with something she wants she'll become kind of jealous of that person.
Fatal Flaw:
Hubris and vanity.
Pets:
She has a large, dark gray tomcat with light green eyes named Blizzard.
Talents:
She doesn't have any demigod talents. Though, Ruthie loves to play match-maker.
Weapons:
Ruthie doesn't like to fight, however she does have a ceremonial dagger that she keeps gleaming. She's hardly ever fought with it. She doesn't like to get dirty.
Year-Round or Summer:
Year-round because she doesn't have anyone to go home to during the year.

Subject: Re: take my characters pls Sat Oct 20, 2012 4:07 pm

Jonathan James Lewis

Nickname:
Lewis always just goes by his last name of Lewis. He's never cared for his first name. He says it's too formal. Only girls usually call him by 'Jonathan.'
Age/Birthday:
Lewis was born on August 22nd, of 1996. Right now he's fifteen.
Gender:
Male.
God Parent:
Hermes, go of travel, messengers, trade, thievery, cunning wiles, language, writing, diplomacy, athletics, and animal husbandry.
Claimed:
Yes.
Mortal Family:
Lewis was raised by his loving mother, Annie Lewis. Annie was always there for Lewis, being a great mother. She never gave up on her son, even when he got suspended multiple times for throwing punches and making rude gestures or just plain getting angry. She put her son through three different schools even though she could hardly afford it. Annie was a starving lawyer. She had her law degree and had the potential to be an amazing lawyer, but she couldn't find a firm no matter where she looked. So she often took jobs as a paralegal to feed and clothe her baby boy, Lewis. Mrs. Lewis is a kind, soft-spoken young woman who's made a few bad choices, but otherwise has had a good life. She was raised in Georgia by a good mother and no father. She never had a father figure. Just a loose mother-type. When Annie became pregnant at nineteen with Lewis, her mother kicked her out. That was one thing she wouldn't allow in her house. So Annie moved in with a friend for two years. She raised Lewis on her own while getting her law degree. She's a strong woman who's always been there for her only son.
Years in Camp:
Lewis has been in camp for three years. since he was twelve. He's usually a summer kiddo, but this year he came early because of some complications at school involving monsters.
Brief History:
Lewis was born and raised in a small town outside of New York. He lived there for all of his life and hardly got to know the town. Lewis went to kindergarten - 3rd grade in his small town's only elementary school but got kicked out in the third grade after he put a frog in the teacher's desk. Though it was one of many incidents. Soon after, Lewis's mother sent him out to a boarding school in Southern New York for boys and girls. He was kicked out after just two years. After that school, he was sent to a public school outside of his little town that his mother had to drive him to everyday. But, Lewis had to leave that one, too, when a group of boys attacked him. Lewis had insisted that they all had horns, but no one believed him except a satyr boy who talked to his mother. His mother hadn't known about Hermes but she was willing to believe it. Soon enough, Lewis and Annie and the satyr drove up to Camp and she dropped her son off that summer.
Physical Appearance:
Lewis stands at a height of five foot seven making him average for his age. He's got this big torso with hips that go slightly inward and legs that are a little bit skinny. Even though he did baseball for his schools, he's still a little skinny. Lewis has slightly short arms for his age and he plans to get his mom's name tattooed on his hand one day, on the web in between his thumb and his first finger. His hands are small with long, nimble fingers that are always twitching. He constantly is tapping his fingers.
Lewis has an almost square-ish shaped face with broad, yet soft features. He doesn't have a jutting chin or strong, hard squared off features like most guys, instead his has more rounded features. Not to say that he's a girl, but he has a round chin. His cheekbones are low on his face. He's got one of those faces that's always smiling and you can tell he's going to have lines on his face when he's older. All over his face. Under his chin, Lewis has a scar from where he got clocked with a baseball bat.
Lewis's nose is very normal and doesn't do anything special and just looks like a nose. Next to his nose are two deep brown eyes. His eyes are a warm chocolate brown and they always have mischevious glint in them for the pure reason that's his father is Hermes and that he's usually up to no good. His chocolate brown eyes are framed by a pair of soft, brown, long eyelashes. Though they're fairly long, his eyelashes aren't very thick and aren't that noticeable unless you get close enough to notice. Above his eyes are two very thick and full, dark brown eyebrows.
Lewis has very... colicky hair. It curls up in the front, and he keeps it brushed across his forehead in a sweeping motion. They always go off to the side like that typical boy's haircut. They always lie flat and it never seems like the kid has a hair out of place. One of the many great attributes of being a dude.
Lewis has a very relaxed type of style. He doesn't really care what he wears. Most of the time he wears an orange camp t-shirt and a pair of jean shorts or khaki shorts that go a little bit past his knees and a pair of reeboks or Vans. He really doesn't care what he's got on. Usually, Lewis keeps his spear on him at all times as well, in his pocket.
Personality:
Lewis is very lazy. He's one of those types of boys who can just sleep for hours and hardly move. His laziness is often times just used as an excuse to get out of doing things. Often when asked to do something remotely related to hard work he flops over face-down in his bed and yells in the mattress, 'I can't! My leg is broken!' When clearly his leg is not broken. Though, he really is pretty lazy sometimes. On those occasions that it's not an excuse it's because he just doesn't feel like getting up.
He has procrastination issues. He's always late to things and is the opposite of punctual. If he's late for something like school, he'll often times just roll out of bed and throw some clothes on and leave his hair the way it is. He's a son of Hermes, he's always procrastinating. Especially with cabin checks. When the Aphrodite children are coming around during Inspection, he's the guy you see sweeping dirt under rugs and stuff things under his bed. He likes to do the minimum so people won't expect too much out of him. Again, he's lazy.
Despite all of this, he's an extreme joker and prankster. Lewis's favorite holiday is April Fool's day because he can pull as many pranks as he wants. One year, he put the furniture of the Aphrodite cabin leader's onto a boat and set it out. She didn't see it until it was in the middle of the lake. Lewis loves to joke around and goof off. Again, this leads to his extreme procrastination. He goofs off a lot more than needed to, but under rare occasions he's calm and serious. "You know that shat just got real when I'm serious." Is what he often says.
Lewis is very easy-going and great to talk to. He's not a very good listener, though. He's good to talk to if you want cheering up, but not so good to talk to if you're mad. He might just instigate you. Lewis doesn't always know when to stop with the joking around and sometimes it gets him in trouble with ladies, teachers, and Chiron. He's always been a bit of a heart-breaker, that Lewis. He doesn't know it, either. Lewis has always been oblivious to girls and he can act a bit immature around them. He doesn't know when a girl likes him because they always give up and assume he's gay when he's actually very straight.
Lewis has this effect on people that almost makes them mischievous feeling and wanting to play jokes. It's the Hermes aura that all the offspring of the god are born with. He also has a very positive outlook on life.
Fatal Flaw:
His fatal flaw is his pride. Even though he often doesn't show it, he's too proud of everything he's done. It's almost like hubris, but not exactly. Lewis won't bow down for anyone and can't accept things if he thinks they're pity-related. When he grew up with his mother, who was a starving lawyer, he learned to turn down 'welfare.'
Pets:
Lewis has no pets.
Talents:
Lewis doesn't really have any special Hermes talents or powers.
Weapons:
Lewis has a very simple spear that he's excellent at throwing. When he was on all of those school baseball teams, he learned how to throw and catch and so when he got to Camp he picked out a spear from the weapons shack. He was told that it probably wasn't the best idea unless he was a son of Ares or a son of Zeus, but he mastered it anyways. It's a rather long spear, with a tip made of deadly Celestial Bronze. His spear retracts into a teeny canister of peanut brittle (about the size of your pinky). When he received it for his thirteenth birthday one year from his brothers, he thought it was hilarious. Then he found the actual spear and freaked out.
Year-Round or Summer:
Summer.

Subject: Re: take my characters pls Sat Oct 20, 2012 4:10 pm

taken

Subject: Re: take my characters pls Sat Oct 20, 2012 4:11 pm

Name:
Taylor Reese McDonald or just simple 'Tay.' She goes by either, really.
Age/Birthday:
Taylor was born on September 13th, 1995 making her sixteen.
Gender:
Female.
God Parent:
Hermes; god of travel, messengers, trade, thievery, cunning wiles, language, writing, diplomacy, athletics, and animal husbandry.
Claimed:
Yes.
Mortal Family:
Mother; Carrie McDonald: Carrie was only sixteen when she got pregnant with Taylor. Only sixteen. She was barely ready for high school let alone having a child. However, Carrie was a trooper and had her baby and continued taking her classes at her school and eventually graduating valedictorian. Taylor's mother was a fighter and a winner and always raised Taylor to fight for what she believed in. Carrie was born and raised a Southern Baptist with a strict set of parents. However, Carrie was a thinker and a doer. She didn't believe in the Baptist ways and ran away when she was fifteen. Carrie lived in a friend's basement for about a year until she met Hermes. Carrie couldn't see through the Mist, but she sure was in love with Hermes. Hermes took the younger girl in, letting her live with him and he kept her sheltered all through high school. The two fell in love during Carrie's freshman year and ended up sleeping together one night. Hermes hasn't stopped loving Carrie since. Even though, at the time, Hermes appeared as a twenty-five year old man to Carrie, she didn't really care. After Taylor was born, Hermes stayed until the end of high school, which was for another two years. Taylor has a faint recollection of her father, but not too much of a memory. There was always photographs laying around the apartment, though.
Years in Camp:
Taylor's been in camp since she was thirteen, so about three years now.
Brief History:
Taylor was born and raised in a small town just outside of Atlanta, Georgia. The town was very religious and often shunned the non-religious families. Well, Taylor's mother was an English teacher who also believed in Greek mythology. While she taught grammar and puntuation at the high school, she also taught a few mythology classes. Carrie would always bring her daughter into her mythology classes when Taylor was still a young girl. About the age of five, Taylor started school down in the elementary. She had skipped preschool, just going straight to kindergarten. She was a very bright girl, with a very vocal attitude. A few months into her kindergarten year, she was suspended for hitting another child. Taylor claimed that the other girl had melted her toys, but no one believed her except for her mother. Carrie worried that the monsters were already beginning to attack.
As Taylor got older, the stories about the monsters attacking her just began to get worse and worse until the point that Taylor couldn't take it any longer and just withdrew from school altogether. Her classmates would tease her and bully her about the "monsters". They'd even occasionally physically abuse her by throwing rocks or sometimes punches. It got so bad that by the time Taylor was in the sixth grade, she'd been cutting her wrists and hips. Mostly her hips, though, to avoid questions from her mother. When Taylor's sixth grade year ended, her mother decided to move to New York. In the summer before the seventh grade, Taylor began living on Long Island, only a few miles away from Camp. Her mother had done this on purpose, too, but Taylor had no idea. When Taylor turned thirteen in September, she began to make new friends at her new school. The kids there were nicer. She even picked up a few hobbies and learned to skate.
Once Taylor learned to skate, she knew with all her heart that it's all she wanted to do for the rest of her life. Once she picked up her first skateboard, she became happier. The cutting, though, was still a problem. It was like an addiction. She just couldn't stop. In the winter of seventh grade, Taylor was attacked by a dracnae in the form of a teacher. It was in the middle of class, too. The teacher, Mrs. Youngblood, dragged her out into the middle of the hallway to yell at her, when suddenly she morphed into a hideous beast and Taylor freaked out. The dracnae got a scratch at Taylor, on her collarbone and Taylor took off down the hallway, grabbing her bag and board out of her locker and skating out of school. She had to weave through traffic to avoid her old teacher, but eventually she made it home. Carried realized that it was time and told her daughter everything. Taylor wasn't particularly surprised, let alone upset.
As Carrie and Taylor packed her things, they just talked about her father. Taylor asked what seemed like thousands of questions, and Carried answered all of them, handing her daughter a packet of pictures. Taylor cried while looking through them and the mother daughter pair had an emotional moment, until a hellhound broke into their house, almost killing them. But Carrie stabbed it with a celestial bronze dagger she kept hidden in a loose floorboard in Taylor's room. Taylor only looked at her mother, flabbergasted. Carried shrugged and the two raced downstairs, climbing into her mother's pontiac and taking off.
While Taylor was in camp for her first two and a half years, everything was great. She was popular, she made tons of friends and she learned how to fight, finding Camp to be a great new home. Of course, she even met a boy, Ollie. Ollie was a son of Zeus and Taylor fell for him hard. When he finally asked her out, Taylor practically squealed with joy. Only, that night she got a phone call from a hospital in Long Island. The woman on the phone said that her mother was pregnant and needed an emergency C-section. Taylor was horrified and shocked; she hadn't even known that Carrie was pregnant. When she got to the hospital, she found her mother to already be in the delivery room. She stayed up all night, pacing in the hospital only to pass out on the floor waiting. The next day, completely disheveled, Taylor woke up to find a nurse poking her abodomen.
Her mother was fine, but would need help with the twins. Completely in shock, Taylor stumbled into the delievery room to find her mother cuddling two, twin girls and a very handsome man leaning against the wall taking a picture with his BlackBerry. Of course, Taylor would out later that it was her father who fathered the twins, but for the next four months, Taylor helped her mother with the twins and she helped raise them. But, recently, a monster attacked and to avoid putting the twins in anymore danger, she took her father's car and left, fleeing to camp. Her father was fine with it; afterall, it was just a Mercedes.
Physical Appearance:
Standing at five foot eight inches, Taylor's on the taller end of the spectrum. She's got these small, soft, feminine shoulders with long, skinny arms and "piano hands". Taylor's always been tall and skinny for her age. People have asked her if she models, but she just smiles and shakes her head. Taylor's only interested in one thing: Skating. The other girls usually only came up to her shoulder. She was the same height, almost, as her father. Taylor finds that she's always being complimented on her long legs, but she doesn't think they're that long. In fact, she finds them just perfect for her. Of course, Taylor's legs are covered in scars and bruises, usually. While her arms and shoulders are slightly boney, Taylor's legs aren't all that bony, in fact they're more muscular than the rest of her body. She figures that this is from the skating and running she does.
On her left arm, at the base of her wrist on the inside, Taylor's got the start of a tattoo sleeve. She's not doing it herself, but she's got an infinity sign right in the middle of her left wrist and then in the background she has the beginning of spiraling snakes crawling up the inside of her arm. Along with the beginning of her sleeve, she's got a few various other tattoos. Taylor has a second infinity sign on the outside of her middle finger on her right hand, and on the back of her neck she has a single, blue triangle. It's not filled in, it's just the outline of a triangle. On her right bicep, she has a small, sideways bow, and then on her left side underneath her breast is a quote in script font. The quote is, 'To infinity and beyond.' From Buzz LightYear.
Taylor's always been the type of girl that doesn't have to wear sunscreen when she goes out. She's always been able to tan fairly easily, just setting foot in the sun and being cooked to a nice golden bronze color. She finds that even buying sunscreen is waste when she can get nice and tan by just being outside. Her mother would tell her that it was because of her Indian heritage. She doesn't doubt what her mother told her at all.
Taylor's face is longer, being on the oval-ish side with a slightly pointed chin and a little star shaped scar on the end from a skating accident. The bones on her face aren't that defined and are more broad than anything. She's never really payed much attention to her bone structure in her face. Across her nose is a sprinkle of freckles. Taylor's nose is a simple little nose, with a bit of a ball at the end. She's been told that it's a cute nose, but she's always hated it. On either side of her nose are deep, mossy green eyes. While they look hazel from far away, if you get close up, they're a dark shade of jade. There isn't a single hint of brown anywhere. Just a solid, dark jade. Framing her eyes are her medium-length, brown eyelashes. Taylor wears a bit of mascara to help lengthen her eyelashes, but usually that's it. She's never worn much makeup.
Taylor's hair is naturally wavy and falls to about her mid-back in gorgeous, auburn waves, almost like Chachi Gonzales' hair. At least, that's who she has been compared to in the past. Her hair has natural highlights of blonde and red thrown in randomly. Taylor hardly ever does much with her hair except leave in natural. She finds that when it's straightened, it becomes heavy and gets in the way. Sometimes she'll braid it and leave it off to the side, dangling down her shoulder.
Taylor's style is very skater chic. She prefers to wear tank tops with shorts or skinny jeans and a pair of hi-top Nikes. Taylor always has about six thousand bracelets around her wrists at all times, usually with the name of bands on them or something.
Personality:
Taylor's relatively quiet, not finding much interest in sitting around and talking. She's the kind of girl who likes to get up and go do things. She can't be sitting around all day inside; she finds that to be horribly boring. Taylor's always been extremely active and she doesn't like to sit around. She absolutely despises being lazy. Taylor doesn't exactly find conversation to be very stimulating, either. In fact, she regularly avoids long talks since they bore her.
Taylor can be quite opinionated and loud when she's trying to get a point across. When she wants to, she can be very sweet and charming to talk you into something for her, but she can be very opinionated and stubborn. Not to mention a little bit hard-headed and unswaying. When someone's trying to voice an opposite opinion, Taylor won't even listen.
While she kind of sucks at listening, she's still a good friend, being very caring and passionate about her friends. She'll do almost anything to help them, too.
Likes:
Skating, iced tea, energy drinks, bracelets, the sun, exercise, joking around, neon colors, hi-tops, Nikes, Blackberries, Sleeping With Sirens, The Wonder Years, and most punk music.
Dislikes:
Being lazy, sleeping, hairspray, and generally most vegetables. However, Taylor does have an odd fear. She's afraid of public water fountains, but not for the reason you think.
Fatal Flaw:
Loyalty to the ones she loves.
Pets:
Taylor has a large, gray tomcat named Hurricane.
Talents:
As the daughter of the god of travel, Taylor has the ability to be run fairly quickly for long distances without stopping, making her perfect for delievering messages to different people.
Also, Taylor has the uncanny ability to pick up on a foreign language rather quickly, her father being the god of language also.
Taylor's also extra stealthy, being able to walk extremely quietly.
Weapons:
Taylor supplies herself with a simple, battle dagger that she uses to defend herself. It's an artifact from ancient times, and it saw quite a bit of battle. The handle of the dagger is gold as well, with a bit of worn leather wrapped around the grip. The blade itself is well polished and oiled with only a few minor scratches and dents. The blade is also reflective; meaning it doubles as a mirror.
Year-Round or Summer:
Mostly summer.
Other:
None.

Subject: Re: take my characters pls Sat Oct 20, 2012 4:15 pm

taken :)

Subject: Re: take my characters pls Sat Feb 16, 2013 10:45 am

Name: Chanel Crystal Hale. She usually just goes by Chanel. Chanel West Coast jokes are commonly made when someone brings name up but she'll ignore them.
Age/Birthday: Chanel's seventeen, born in 1995 on July 19th.
Gender: Female.
God Parent: Ares.
Claimed: Yes.
Mortal Family:
James Hale (Stepfather) - James loved Chanel more than anything and was a very good father to her. Despite the fact that he had no idea how to raise a daughter, he did his very best with her.
Years in Camp: Two years.
Brief History: Chanel didn't grow up in a very good enviroment. The place she lived was actually a secret, underground cult that hunted monsters and other Greek nasties. This cult was exactly the kind of thing that most people were horrified of. Little did most humans know that this cult protected them when Artemis and her ladies were off prancing through the forest with their deer. This cult was not only hardcore, but cruel and terrifying. They executed kids who didn't get the right ideas and tossed teens out into the world on their ass if they didn't behave. Those kids usually grew up to be mass murderers. Chanel happened to be one of the very few kids who left the cult without an backlash. It might have been because her stepfather was the leader.
Chanel was very sick as an infant. Her mother died during childbirth so Chanel didn't exactly get all the nutrients that she needed to grow strong and tall. Chanel's stepfather considered ending the little girl's life when she was extremely sick and on the verge of dying. However, overnight her sickness seemed to disappear and for the first time in her two months, Chanel woke up crying with pink, flushed cheeks. As she grew into a young toddler, Chanel was instantly destined to be a kitchen girl. The type of girl that made the food and did the chores and was basically a servant to the men. However, this all changed during a play date with a boy named Lucas. Chanel and the boy were getting along when all of a sudden Lucas didn't like what she did so he hit her in the eye. Most little girls would have run screaming to their daddies. Except Chanel's father was busy and Chanel was pissed. The little daughter of Ares grabbed the boy around his neck and twisted, his neck snapping like a twig. And in that moment, it was clear that she was destined to be a fighter.
From just the age of five, Chanel began her training as a warrior and a fighter. The first ever weapon she learned to fight with was a dagger. She learned hand to hand combat next and very soon after, she learned that she could shoot a crossbow with incredible accuracy. Her stepfather quickly noticed her knack for hand to hand combat, though. He picked up an old, retired melee teacher and payed him well to teach the little girl the correct forms. By the time Chanel was merely six years old, she was already taking practice hunts with ten year old boys. Some of the boys looked down on her and picked on her, shoving her around and teasing her. CHanel tried to ignore the boys but couldn't do it. One day she snapped. She broke some bones and multiple spirits. Her father took the little girl aside and told her that she was better than the other boys and she was obviously more talented. He even taught her a few tricks to hurting boys. She always followed his advice from there.
The next day the girl went to sparring practice, she pulled these moves on the boys, easily winning because she was the only girl who could take out the boys in that type of way. Within a few weeks of months of her training, Chanel rose to the top of her group excelling in nearly everything she did. Everything except history. Chanel was terribly smart and calculating, however she hated history and thought it was pointless and a waste of her time. The seven year old Chanel didn't have patience for such things. Despite her bad marks in history, she rose to the top of her group and became her father's right hand girl at just the age of eight years old.
And within a decade of her existence, Chanel had killed more monsters than all the boys in her group. When she fought, she became a blur of flashing swords and grunts. However, Chanel's father had her stalking in the back of the group and usually was used as an assassin. She was usually handed some kind of automatic weapon loaded with bronze bullets and left alone to take out various monsters. Her father had invested more trust in his ten year old than he put into his adult peers.
However, as Chanel grew into a young woman, puberty hit the poor girl hard. Her hormones were going nuts and so was everyone else around her. Instead of fighting with the boys, they seemed to be taking other notice in her and Chanel couldn't help but see that. Despite her natural feelings to want to beat the living crap out of all men, she began to feel weird things toward them. Weird things like thinking about how handsome they looked in their uniforms. Annoyed with her new feelings, Chanel took her anger out on dummies in the arena every night until she was thirteen. Because when she was thirteen, she got her first real boyfriend. His name was Luke. Not the same boy whose neck she'd snapped ten years ago, but a different Luke. He was two years older than her but found her to be very special. They shared a lot of firsts together.
When Chanel's father found out, he wasn't happy to say the least. Then came that fateful day when Chanel was fourteen. There was a new type of monsters running around. One that could--with one bite--turn you into a monster exactly like them. Luke was messing around with his friends outside of the cult's camp and even though his friends were slaughtered, Luke was bit and left to die or turn into the beast. Chanel found him and screamed for her father. Screamed for help. For anyone. No one came. Chanel knew exactly what to do, but it broke her heart and shattered her soul. She picked up her gun and shot him through the head. After that day, Chanel became a robot. No emotion, nothing.
When Chanel was fifteen, she learned of Camp Halfblood. That's when she decided that it was a good idea to go.
Physical Appearance: Chanel's tall. She stands at roughly five feet and six inches and she's thin, too. She's always been fairly thin and frail. She's stronger than she looks though. She's always been told that she's undeveloped and petite and maybe even a little underweight. Chanel's never really payed attention to what she weighs or whatever. She's one of the very few girls in the nation that doesn't care about their weight. Given she is small. Chanel's arms are thin and long just like the rest of limbs. The way she's being described you'd think she looks like a little girl. And she does, she definitely looks younger than she actually is. But she's still beautiful.
Chanel's face is soft and shaped like a heart. She's got a small, pointed, delicate chin that has a scar on the underneath side of it. From the empousai attack. Chanel's smile is fantastic and she's got these dimples on the sides of her mouth that are rarely seen. CHanel doesn't exactly socialize with people. On the higher side of her face, she's got a nose that's just a nose. It goes straight down. It's a bit small and she wishes it were bigger. Though, it's not a Voldy nose or anything. Underneath her nose are her lips, which she often wears chapstick on. She's a bit obsessed with her Eos chapstick and always has one in her bag.
On both sides of her nose are her eyes. Chanel's got large, luminous green eyes. Her eyes are always bright and shining, with either tears or whatever. But usually they're shining. In the iris of her eyes, the green is the most dominant color, but there's flecks of brown and gold near her pupil. Chanel's pupil is often big, which is why so many people as her if she's high. Framing her eyes are very average, brown eyelashes. Chanel likes the look of mascara because she likes the pretty, feminine look it gives her, so she wears a bit of mascara and occasionally some eyeliner. Above her eyes, are tiny, thin, arched eyebrows. They didn't get this way naturally though, she has to wax and pluck a lot. But it's worth it.
Chanel's hair is down to about her mid-back, being long and straight. She always keeps it styled somehow. Either half up and half-down or tied back into a bun thing on the top of her head. Sometimes, but only sometimes, she'll braid it. Rarely will she curl it. Her hair is extremely thick and she has long layers in her hair, and her hair is all the same color.
Chanel doesn't have a style. It's a bit of a darker style with quite a bit dark pieces in her wardrobe but, also slightly hipster. She doesn't like fringe, but she likes classic rock band t-shirts, though. Chanel also likes to pair those things with various pairs of shorts. She's also slightly chic. So, yes, her style is more hipster-grunge-classic-chic. It's a weird style, but it's her own.
Personality: Chanel's strong. That's the first thing you'll notice about her. She's strong and has many qualities of a leader. She knows how to take charge of things and people generally look at her for what to do in situations. Although, Chanel's more like a second-hand deputy. She prefers to not be directly in charge but she'd like to have a say in what goes on. She doesn't mind when she's not chosen for something and she doesn't get upset about things. During the Cabin leader elections, Chanel was genuinely happy for June and James. She'd much rather see them lead than her. Chanel believes she'd be a horrible leader. However, when she's left in charge of something, leading just becomes second nature to, almost natural.
Back to Chanel being strong, though. With everything she was put through as a child, she had to be strong. There was no other choice. It was either be a strong hunter or a strong kitchen girl. At the academy, if you were a girl then you were a kitchen girl. A girl who cooked and cleaned. Chanel's stepfather saw a spark in her from an early age, though, and decided that she was to be a hunter. So he raised her to be strong. Her stepfather also beat out nearly any doubts about herself at an early age. Chanel was constantly praised for being beautiful and for being strong and wonderful. No self-esteem issues on that part.
Yes, Chanel's confident. She has to be. There's a lot of things that Chanel has to be, but confidence is the biggest one. If she didn't have confidence, she wouldn't be able to believe in herself and she wouldn't have been able to take as many monsters down as she could. Along with confidence, she's a self-assured person who believes things will go the way they're supposed to go. If a problems arises, she'll fix it. It's that simple to her, anyways. Along with self-assured and confident attitude, Chanel is smart, cunning and calculating. She's not like most Ares kids. She doesn't plunge headfirst into a bloody battle. She's got the brains of an Athena child. Her stepfather was a son of Athena after all. She likes to make plans. Plans and lists.
However, Chanel can be a little rude when in the wrong situations. She isn't exactly empathetic or sympathetic, either. She has a hard time understanding emotions unless she relates it back to herself. This will leave her a little awkward in social situations. Chanel is not a people person and so when she's left to deal with people, she treats them like soldiers instead of innocent campers or civilians. However, they seem to look up to her. Though she can be mean and rude when she wants to, she's not exactly cruel like her sister, June. She isn't a psychopath like the other girl. She's just heartless. She shot her own dying boyfriend in the head with barely a tear. Her heritage is a blessing and a curse at the same time.
What happened when Chanel was younger was that she was dying in her crib silently and Ares appeared, placing a blessing upon her. It was a blessing at the time, but overtime it turned into a curse. Giving her that heartless appeal that Ares had himself. On the surface, Chanel's smart, calculating, a little cold, and a leader, but deep down she's a girl with a broken heart.
Relationships: Chanel had a romantic relationship with Luke but that's it when it comes to romantic relationships. She's not open to them, either. The only relationships she has are her friends and her siblings. Chanel likes to think that she's close with June, but she also thinks that June hates her. June hates everything, though.
Fatal Flaw: Chanel holds a mean grudge. She remembers things forever and ever and never lets them go.
Pets: No pets.
Talents: She doesn't have any amazing powers, however Chanel does have the ability to learn a weapon faster than the other campers. Her cabin mates have this, too. Standard Ares blessing. She's also an amazing fighter.
Weapons: Chanel has a variety of weapons. At camp and at home. At home she tends to go for the more automatic, ranged weapons. However, at camp, those types of weapons aren't allowed and she usually goes for a dagger and a crossbow. Chanel'll sit in a tree until she finds a target and she'll try to take it out with arrows. If she runs out of arrows, she'll jump out from her hiding spot and fight the monster or enemy one on one until she wins. If her dagger breaks--which it has many times--she'll go worst case scenario and fight with her hands.
Year-Round or Summer: She comes and she goes.
Other: Her color is brown and her word count is: 2456.

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