where my demons hide

Subject: where my demons hide Sun Jan 20, 2013 7:00 pm

characters Shayenne Josie Caulfield Parker Rhys Cowell Adam Marcus Chrysley Mikayla Naomi Octavia Markette	tunes Shayenne;; Let Love Bleed Red by Sleeping With Sirens Parker;; Gives You Hell by All American Rejects Adam;; I Think I'm Paranoid by Garbage Mikayla;; Skinny Love by Bon Iver
inactive Mikayla Markette	ships Pephie [Parker & Stephie]

JACKLES ♥

Subject: Re: where my demons hide Fri Feb 08, 2013 1:37 am

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Lay me down,
and tell me everything will be alright, things will be alright

Name: Shayenne Josie Caulfield.
Age/Birthday: Seventeen. Born September 17th.
Gender: Female.
God Parent: Athena, Goddess of wisdom.
Claimed: Nope.
Mortal Family: Shay grew up surrounded by family. she has a very large family of seven. she grew up in the suburbs, with her father, Joel. she grew up with all boys. her brothers had a major effect on her personality. her father never remarried, so she grew up with no mother figure. when shay was twelve, her family moved out onto the farm. her youngest brother, Elijah, died just after moving. he was four. he wandered into the barn, to the wood chipper...and you get the rest. shay has nightmares about it still. shay had to work on the farm to pay for her own clothes and other needs. like books. her father shipped her off on her horse when she turned sixteen.
Years in Camp: Seven months.
Brief History: shay had an eventful childhood. filled with obstacles left and right, she had no time to think. and now, at her older teen years, finally escaping her haunted past, it all comes crashing down on her.

when shay was three, her mother supposedly "died". she was too young to remember the face or even a slight sense of what her mother was like. thus, it did not effect her. her father brought it up so often, she gained a hell of a picture of her mother. when shay decided to start acting like she knew what he was talking about, joel gave her a picture of him and athena on their first date. shay still keeps it in a frame on her nightstand.

when shay was six, her younger brother, jeremiah was born. then abe, a year later. her dad seriously needed a hobby. and the grossest thing, he never even spent more than a night with these women. he would give them his number and address and tell them "if you get pregnant, call and tell me. then once they're born, bring them over." it was horrible. shay was constantly burdened with babysitting her younger brothers. her father worked all day, from four am until nine pm. so, he had no time for any of his children.

when shay was nine, her older brother, marcus taught her how to skateboard. she started to get really into it. she went into competitions until they moved to the middle of nowhere. living in the cities suburbs had brought such joy to shay, that she hadn't even realized. she has a skate park right now the road from her house in the suburbs. her friends lived either on her street or a street away in the suburbs. shay loved the farm though. her father knocked down the barns and stylo to make a basketball court and a few ramps and rails. shay started to like him a bit more after that.

when shay was twelve, she moved out onto a farm. she lived in oklahoma so there was lots of fields and farming area. she grew to love the farm until her brother died. shay had heard his rigid screams from the chicken pen. she'd ran but, she was too late. shay ran into the barn only to vomit, gasp and sob. there was her brother--or some of her brother--in the wood chipper. she hadn't even realized he'd left the pool. and now he was dead. and scattered throughout the wood chipper and the hay on the barn floor. and her father, being the sadist he is, shrugged it off and told the kids to clean it up. shay refused. her father tied her hands, stuff socks in her mouth with duck tape wound around her jaw to make sure they didn't fall out and then he raped her.

the sexual abuse kept up. when shay was fifteen, she started to go see the school's therapist about it. she just told the therapist she was being abused. the teachers at her school were assholes. they did nothing. absolutely nothing. it kind of reminded her of reading the chrysalids in grade nine. how, when david strorm was whipped for being odd. shay was being whipped for standing out. a couple month later, her older brother, cai and her uncle eugene joined in on the abuse.

shay was sixteen when she decided it was time. it was time to act. shay sneaked out of her room one night, around four am. she stealthily waddled across floors and down flights of stairs. shay slipped her hand to the knob of her fathers door, slid it open with the quickest movement and tip toed in. she knew where the key to the gun cabinet was. she grabbed the key, on the piece of white, or what was now blood stained red, piece of yarn. shay slowly crept out and across the basement. finally, after a minute or two, she opened the gun cabinet, grabbed a pistol, clipped on the silencer and loaded it. she'd never known that it would come to this. she was so scared though. shay walked into her father room, lined the tiny scope at her father's forehead and pulled the trigger. a small click when off. she pointed the gun, again at her father's heart this time, and shot again. the same click echoed. now shay tip toed upstairs, to cai's room. she did the same to him. then grabbed the backpack full of clothes she'd packed, slipped it over her shoulder's and left on her brother's motorcycle.

upon arriving at camp, shay had little to no knowledge of the gods or heroes of olympus and greece. she hadn't even known she would be going to camp. she just followed the map to her so-called cousin martha's house. which happened to turn out to be the centaur himself, chiron. apparently, chiron was martha to joel caulfield. which made absolutely no sense. at all. shay trained for a while after that. she still hasn't settled down. she has nightmares about her father and brother, coming back to kill her. and often, there's a familiar song playing in the background, which make shay scream everytime she hear's it. iris by the goo goo dolls is often playing in her dreams. her father use to play the song when he abused her. shay has nightmares often, and visions of her father, or brother. her doctor's think she's coming down with a case of panophobia, a fear of everything.

Weeks after arriving, Shay met a Hephie boy named Shane. Shane was the first camper to speak to Shay. She felt some sense of relief, telling Shane about her past and all the terrible things. Shay likes Shane, a lot. She doesn't want to, considering she's only know him for a couple weeks but she does. Shane disappeared for two months. He didn't talk to her at all. Shay felt like a little part of her was missing. She felt hollow. Shay went into a depression. She spoke with no one for months. Shay was at the midnight bonfire a couple days ago, just thinking and staring into the fire. She got angry with herself and threw her chair, running into the forest and climbing up onto a tree. Shane showed up moments later. He came with trail mix. Trail Mix. Shay hugged him and cried, flooding the poor boy with questions.
Physical Appearance: shay's past has had a large effect on her appearance. she wears darker clothes, has piercings and tends to...stand out.
her hair is dark brown, almost the color of dirt. she never straightens it, always leaving it wavy. it gets knotted easily. this annoys her to the extent that she carries a portable flip-brush in her adidas jawstring bag. she almost always wears a beanie. it's kind of her signature. it doesn't matter what colour. but, always a beanie. no matter the weather. shay's hair rests right below her shoulder's, grazing her shoulder blades.

shay's eyes are a peculiar colour. it's like mixing electric blue with brown. the majority of her eye is brown, with the occasional green and bright blue shards. shay's iris is bigger than average, although her pupil is smaller. she has long, black eyelashes. she wears liquid eyeliner and mascara everyday but, its barely visible. sort of a natural, matt look.

shay has a thin but, oddly proportioned body. her stomach is almost flat, with just a small amount as fat. though it's barely noticeable. her legs are long. her skin is olive, her face is covered in light brown freckles. she stands at height of "5'7'. which is weird because her family is known for being short. shay weighs 118 lbs. her facial features are of average size. her bottom lip is fuller, much fuller than the top. her top lip is very thin.
Personality: Shay is a complex, dark girl.
shay's past has had a big effect on her personality. she's very protective. she keeps a lot of her emotions inside, so her face barely ever shows expression and her voice is almost mono-toned. she's not all tight strung though.

shay is very capable. meaning, she prefere's to do things things on her own. her father was very sexist and now, she finally has the rights of a modern day woman instead of a woman in the 1800's. shay now does everything the boys do. a friend from the hermes cabin taught her how to skateboard, play hockey and video games. stuff she wasn't allowed to do back at the place she called "home". shay finally feels free.

shay has trouble trusting people. she keeps to herself most of the time. she has a very small, exclusive group of friends. shay is totally and utterly rude to other girls. so, shay sticks to hanging out with boys. she fits in better with them. she's very confident. shay thinks she can do anything. the sky's the limit right? completely wrong. even with her past failure's, she thinks she can do anything.
shay, after coming to camp, was still in a daze. she'd never killed anyone before. she'd didn't regret it though. for a couple weeks, she would have to sit down during training, because she'd have these visions, of one of the campers as her father. she would actually try to kill the camper. shay'd been put on pills after a week of this. she still has the visions, and they're getting worse.
Fatal Flaw: shay has two possibly fatal flaws. she doesn't enjoy talking about them either. firstly, shay's over-confidence. she literally thinks she can do anything. anything. secondly, her visions. she could have one during battle. some of them are bad enough that she'd stab herself. she's done it before.
Pets: None.
Talents: shay is very good at skateboarding. she just learned a couple months ago but, she's been getting pretty good lately. she's not the best in combat though, she's not bad either. her running is a different story though. she's learned so many techniques and stunts over the past few months. her hunting skills are phenomenal. she is as quiet as a mouse when sneaking up on someone or something.
Weapons: None.
Year-Round or Summer: Year Round
Other: Lyrics are from Let Love Bleed Red by Sleeping With Sirens.

Subject: Re: where my demons hide Fri Feb 08, 2013 2:05 am

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When you see my face
Hope it gives you hell

Name: Parker Rhys Cowell.
Age/Birthday: Seventeen. He was born March 16th.
Gender: Male.
God Parent: Perses, Titan of destruction and peace.
Claimed: Yes.
Mortal Family: Mother: Freya met Perses at a dive bar. They hit it off and Freya found herself taking a cab to his house with him. Parker was conceived that night. There was no question in what Perses saw in Freya. She was a blonde beauty with sparkling copper eyes and had the physique of a cheerleader. Perses left her after she told him she was pregnant. Freya's life changed drastically. She had to quit college because she didn't have time for classes and have time for her baby boy. She became a stripper and while she was at work, her mother took care of Parker. Freya barely saw her little boy until he was in middle school. He was with Stephie, Taylor and Wren most of the time. Stephie stayed the night often. Freya didn't seem to mind all that much. She started to become angered when the police were calling her to come pick up her son at the station. Freya would slap him or punch him when he didn't do something right. So, naturally Parker strived for good grades and he tried to behave properly around his mother. That's part of the reason he loved being with Stephie, Taylor and Wren. Freya eventually just started to ignore Parker. She didn't notice until a week after he'd runaway that he was gone.

Grandma: Trixie was basically Parker's mother. She spent more time with him than his mother. Trixie had an extra room made in her house so Parker could stay there for days or weeks. When Parker had friends stay the night, she was protective. She knew it got on his nerves but, was she just supposed to leave two teenagers of opposite genders alone in a basement bedroom? Of course not. That would be irresponsible. Trixie was very old fashioned. She acted like a stereotypical 50's house wife. She cooked, cleaned, and wore a dress and apron everyday. It was hilarious to Parker the way she acted towards his grandpa Leslie. Trixie loved Parker probably more than his own mother did.
Years in Camp: Four months.
Brief History: When Parker was young he had no idea what was going on. He was staying with Trixie while Freya tried to pay the bills with stripping. Parker was always asking where is mommy was and Trixie would purse her lips and tell him she was working. Parker never asked what his mom did for a living. He was a good kid but, a handful for his poor grandma. Life was okay then.

Parker moved back in with his mom when he turned 6. She finally had things under control. Apparently, under control is working three jobs and never seeing your child. When he was ten, Parker sneaked out of the house one night, wandering down to the tracks. He met Stephie, Taylor and Wren there. They created their logo that night. It turned out, they all went to the same school. When they met at school the next day, they'd turned into the rebellious kids. The other children were scared of them. Parker drew their logo in every possible place. That's how he discovered his talent. Grafetti.

Parker was hanging out with Stephie more and more. Taylor and Wren were busy with paper routes and other stuff. They still managed to meet u at the tracks every Wednesday and Saturday. Stephie and Parker would sneak off to grafetti up the subway tunnels or the train tracks. He was very good. His grafetti was so vibrant and bold. He tried to teach Stephie sometimes. She was good too. Life was good until Febuary Twelfth. Parker, Stephie, Wren and Taylor were walking back to the hardware store for more spray paint. They all noticed the man with his hood and hands in his pockets. They sped up now, slightly on edge. It all happened so fast. Taylor pushed Stephie to the ground, a shot rang and Parker was pulled behind a tool shed. Wren stood next to him, wide eyed and started to make a plan. Parker was to run for Stephie, and carry into the tool shed. Wren would distract the man with the gun. Parker was about to tell him no when Wren ran straight toward the gunman. Parker made himself move toward Stephie, his job picking up into a sprint. He grabbed her small body and ran as far away as possible. Screw the tool shed. He brought her to the hospital. He never saw her again. Taylor and Wren died saving them.

After the attack, Parker moped around. He still couldn't get over the deaths of his best friends. Stephie hadn't talked to him or texted or called. He no longer saw her at school. Summer break seemed to be coming faster and faster. Soon enough, Trixie and Freya sat him down and told him about camp. At first he hated the idea. After a week of thinking, he agreed to go. Parker was happy to leave this screwed up, dysfuctional family.
Physical Appearance: Parker is good looking. He is quite tan and tall, standing at roughly 6 foot 2. He hasn't been keeping up with his exercise schedule lately. Parker has a normal amount of muscle. Not too much to make him look like a body builder but just enough that he could pick a fight with a son of Ares and be confident about it. Parker has unruly brown hair. He doesn't care to style it. Parker has chocolate eyes that make you stare for a moment. His eyelashes are thick and make his eyes stand out. Parker has slight facial hair that makes him look sexy older. He weighs 190 lbs, most of this being muscle. Parker loves wearing sunglasses. He wears ray bans a lot. It's his signature look. Parker's everyday outfit consists of a sweater, stained jeans and converse. He doesn't really care if his clothes are brand name or not. Though, he likes those Obey pullover hoodies. He owns two. Parker isn't very "fashion forward." He really likes the clothes you can buy at thrift shops and department stores. Not so much West 49 or Boathouse or the other stores that Wren used to shop at. Everything was so expensive. Parker's grandmother bought him the two Obey sweaters he owns, and an Emblem sweater that he wears all the time. Those are the only brand name clothes he owns.
Personality: -Parker has a very carefree attitude. His grandmother hated that about him. He'd just shrug it off when he got in trouble with the police, or suspended from school. Parker is an attention seaker. This trait comes from being ignored by his mother. Gods, he hated her. Parker holds grudges for longer than needed. He's very stubborn. He doesn't like giving up or being told what to do. That's why he hated how much of a pushover his grandmother was. Parker is very loyal to his friends and grandparents. Not so much his mother. He cares a lot about Stephie even though he hasn't seen her in three years. He misses his grandparents dearly. Ever since Taylor and Wren passed, Parker was been mourning. Mourning for three years. He wants to get over it. He really does but, they were best friends for four years. He'd never seen anyone die. No one close to him had ever died. Parker is very confident. He thinks he's the best at a lot of things. Like grafetti and sketching. He is very passionate about art.
Fatal Flaw: Parker is far too loyal and confident. He would kill anyone or anything to save his friends and/or grandparents. He thinks he can do everything better than everyone else. He thought he could save Wren and Taylor but, he couldn't.
Pets: Parker wants a calico kitten. He would name it Taylor after his friend who unforunately died.
Talents: Parker a very good grafetti artist. Him and Stephie created a group logo when they met. They spray painted it everywhere. The passenger side door of Parker's grandparents minivan had it spray painted on it. Parker is also good with a pencil and sketchpad. He loves art. It's the only way he express his sorrow and just emotion. He never shows weakness except in his artwork. Parker is also a talented skateboarder/longboarder.
Weapons: None.
Year-Round or Summer: He comes and goes. He likes to visit his grandmother sometimes.
Other: Lyrics are from Gives You Hell by All American Rejects.

Subject: Re: where my demons hide Fri Feb 08, 2013 2:18 am

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I think I'm paranoid
Manipulate it

Name: Adam Marcus Chrysler.
Age/Birthday: Fifteen. Born March 18th.
Gender: Male.
God Parent: Thanatos, God of death.
Claimed: Yes.
Mortal Family: Jane Chrysler, a thrity-eight year old grocery store clerk. She is bitter and gave Adam up because she didn't have enough money to raise him.
Years in Camp: Two years.
Brief History: When adam was young, his mother payed more attention to him than she did anything else. she loved her little boy. adam was too young to understand but, his mother was doing bad things. his mother sold drugs, stole, was an alcoholic and also did drugs. when adam was twelve, jane decided she wasn't good for him anymore. she sent him to a foster home, and thats where he met beth.

adam slept in the bed next to beth's. she was an adorable eleven year old girl. adam and beth use to stay up late and make shadow puppets while the other kids were sleeping. adam met beth upon entering the foster home. adam lugged his suitcase into the room he shared with 8 other children his age. quickly, beth and adam became good friends. adam was one to speak his mind, and that's why he didn't make much other friends at the foster home. he would yell at them often, which caused him to get many punishments, most just "time-outs" but, he'd gotten grounded and put in an isolation room for a week.

adam and beth never left each other side. over their three years they spent their nights coming up with the most logical plan of escape. and at age 13, they were finally ready. beth had come up with most of the plan because she was smarter than adam but, he provided the supplies. late one night, he snuck out of dormitory and down to the main office building. he stole food, water backpacks, clothes, and a couple blankets.

upon arriving back to the dorm, adam met up with beth at the bottom of the west hallway staircase. they exited out the back door, climbing the tall, black, metal fence. as they ventured down alleys and streets, adam grew more and more on edge. it was nearly three am and they were two kids wandering the streets of new york. rather dangerous.

after travelling for countless days and nights, adam and beth met a boy. he had an abnormal amount of facial hair and wore a fedora. no matter what, he would never take the fedora off. adam didn't like the vibe he gave off. beth seemed pretty happy about it though. like she knew something good was coming. the boy, gordon, turned out to be satyr. beth had already known. that's why she was happy. she knew gordon would take them to camp and they would be safe again.

and that's exactly what happened.
Physical Appearance: adam looks like an ignorant teenager. that's exactly what he is. he has multiple tattoos that he gave himself, wears spacers and dresses like he just doesn't care. his hair is a very dark shade of black. he almost always spikes it or gels it back. he hates it when people touch his hair. its one of his pet peeves. adam takes great care of his hair. his hair is short. it's nearly buzzed on the sides. adam carries a comb with him. it's this weird thing beth makes fun of him for. adam has olive coloured eyes. his pupils are larger than normal, taking up half of his iris instead of a quarter. he has tan, smooth skin. he is a girl when it comes to beauty. he has to have the best of everything. that includes hair, clothes, products and even his glasses. adam wears polo's and jeans. he likes his black framed eyeglasses and his vans shoes.
Personality: adam is somewhat of a jerk. he is cold, cruel and distant. to people he's just met, he might come off as a complete asshole with a permanent scowl. adam enjoys skateboarding, sword and knife training, and down time with beth. they've become close over their years. don't tell anyone but, adam's had a crush on her since they were 12. he always thought of her a anchor for him. she kept him balanced. adam gets very attached to people, very fast. he doesn't exactly have a loyalty problem though. he has an arrogant vibe to him. adam is stand offish. he tries not to get involved to much in camp. he doesn't like the events that the directors put out or any clubs that the campers make. he likes it better if he's alone.
Fatal Flaw: adam's fatal flaw is his jerkish attitude. he's gotten into trouble more times than you can count. he was sent into this isolation room in the big house a week into camp because he talked back to chiron and insulted mr.d several times
Pets: he has a cat named ed. it's a grey tabby with milky green eyes
Talents: adam takes great pride is his ability to sense different metals and rocks in the earth. he was so interested in metal detectors and the science of rocks and mineral when he was a young boy. when he discovered his power, he was elated. adam is also good with his throwing knives. he has a large set, stuck in canvas fabric, somewhat like a organizer to hold and store paint brushes.
Weapons: None.
Year-Round or Summer: Year Round.
Other: Lyrics are from I Think I'm Paranoid by Garbage.

Subject: Re: where my demons hide Fri Feb 08, 2013 2:29 am

Come on skinny love
just last the year

Name: Mikayla Naomi Octavia Markette.
Age/Birthday: Seventeen. She was born November 21st.
Gender: Female.
God Parent: Limos, God of hunger and starvation.
Claimed: Yes.
Mortal Family: Mickey was born into a foster home, and was adopted by Lily and Daniel Markette. After years with Mickey, when she was 13, they 'produced' twin brothers. Their names are Eric and Erin
Years in Camp: Eight months.
Brief History: Mickey knows nothing about her original parent. In fact, people at her orphanage don't even know. They say a man dropped off Mickey, and then he left. Mickey was born being skinny. At the orhpanage doctor, they said that she was unnaturally skinny for a non-premature child. When Lily and Daniel saw all of the other babies at the orphanage, they noticed how cute they were. When they saw Mickey? Horrified by her weight, they wanted to treat her correctly. So, Lily and Daniel adopted Mickey right away, and she was only in the orphanage for a couple of months. Daniel and Lily pampered Mickey, and fed her much. Little did they know was that their adoptive child was always going to starve herself. When Mickey turned 3, her immortal parent found her and her parents. Limos told them that Mickey is their child, and that she has powers. Scared, Daniel and Lily started to work on everything they could to help their child. Mickey was teased and tormented all through her life. People, knowing that Mickey hated being called fat, called her this. She immediately became scared of her weight. When Mickey was going through-out this time (fifth grade - scary, huh?), Mickey started to starve herself. Not only was she naturally thin, but Mickey became Bulimic.
Around middle school, Daniel and Lily started to ignore Mickey, because they now had two children of their own. Mickey hated her life, but that's when she met Anna. Anna was also struggling with this problem, being underweight. They quickly became friends. Mickey, trusted with Anna, showed her dieting ways. Laxatives, drugs, dieting programs, etc. Though Anna doesn't like the pills, she takes them sometimes. About a year ago, when Mickey was 15, the two escaped to CHB. Mickey doesn't see any professionals about her Bulimic issue, because, *sings like Lady GaGa* baby, she was born this way.
Physical Appearance: Mickey is Bulimic. Society convinced her that she was fat. She takes special dieting pills and forces herself not to eat. Mickey is 5'5", but only weight a light 93 pounds. You can almost see her rib cage. It's frightening. Mickey almost never reaches the weight of 95, and if she does, she forces herself to puke. Sadly, this stuff makes her feel better, since of her odd Godly parent. She isn't very curvy, rather very bony. This teen is Caucasian, French, and Dutch. Because of her background, Mickey's skin is 'white'. Well, her skin color isn't white like this text, but that's what people would know her by. If you'd like to go into detail, Mickey has a palish skin tone. It's a pale color that blends well with Mickey. Her baby smooth skin looks silky with her skin tone. The only non-smooth part of Mickey's skin is on the top part of her knee. It's her birthmark, which seems to be a weird scar. Not Harry Potter scar, but a plain old scar. When Mickey picks it, the scar's dead skin grows back quickly, so Mickey doesn't pick it. She's had the scar ever since she was born, and cannot get it off, so declared it as a birth mark. Now, we'll discuss Mickey's gorgeous face. Her face is heart shaped with a non-poking-out chin. Above that chin is her peach mouth. Mickey does pick her lips, but not as much as she used to. On the (audience's) right side of her lips, Mickey gets cold sores (about once or twice a year). Mickey barely smiles, but she does have pearly whites. Then to her cute little nose, it's kind of small. Last on her face, Mickey's eyes. She has soft greenish-blue eyes that twinkle. They are big eyes, very round. The teen has some make-up that she uses, and it's eyeliner. Over her eyes are her thin, brown eyebrows. They hover directly over those big eyes. Thin, light blonde hair falls down Mickey's head. Her short hair stops at around her chin and framed her face. It's very silky and easy to handle, but some parts are tinier and stick out. Because Mickey's hair is short, when it's cold, she wears knit beanies to warm her head. Mickey usually covers up her body, so nobody sees her thinness.
Personality: Mickey is very quiet. She keeps to herself a lot. When talked to, Mickey tries to avoid conversation. She hates gossip, hates it. Hates when people talk about others. Mickey knows what they feel like, and she hates it. Though Mickey doesn't like the word hate, this is an exception. She has a good amount of friends, and is always eager for more. But Mickey doesn't approach people, she wants them to approach her. Mickey is very sensitive. When ever someone insults her or her past life, Mickey grows defensive. Same with her friends - she'll stick up for them. Mickey's personality is full of sarcasm and cheesy puns. It'll usually make people smile. Mickey, though. She's a tough one. It's hard to make her smile when everyone teases her and her weight. The teen never will self-pity, and is always telling people to stop with it. Even though she does, Mickey has told people that she might commit suicide. Though the chance of that happening is rare. Mickey doesn't do this to self-pity, but rather for people to stop picking on her. She is an eavesdropper. When things smell fishy, she'll go and 'spy' on what's happening. Most of the times, she'll keep these things to herself. But if it's a life or death situation, she won't. Mickey may be quiet, but she's a partier. If ever invited to a party, Mickey will surely go. To add on to her weight issue, Mickey will surely sip some beer. When she's hit the drunk stage, she'll know, and stop. Mickey is responsible, surprisingly. She'll whisper to people to shut up and stop, but only if they're supposed to.
Pets: Mickey has a baby turtle named Cactus.
Talents: She's very good at swimming and dancing. That's all, really. Her vocal chords aren't the best, and sports just aren't her thing. Oh, and she's an advancedbeastmuderfudger at Mario Kart. Well, Mario anything. She enjoys video games and computers, nothing more, really. Mickey, power wise, can make someone feel very starved, just by looking at them. They'll feel weak and hungry, like Mickey usually is. She can do this five times a day, and it drains her (not a lot, though).
Weapons: None.
Year-Round or Summer: Year Round
Other: Lyrics are from Skinny Love by Bon Iver. Also, adopted from Moo.

Subject: Re: where my demons hide Fri Feb 08, 2013 2:37 am

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Got this feeling that you can't fight
Like the city is on fire tonight

Name: Ruth Margo Wigle.
Age/Birthday: Sixteen. Born September 18th.
Gender: Female.
God Parent: Apheleia, Goddess of simplicity
Claimed: Yes
Mortal Family: John Wigle, a fourty-three year old actor.
Years in Camp: Three Years.
Brief History: Ruth was born in Los Angeles, California. John traveled loads so Ruth didn't really have a close relationship with her father. Their house was big, you could call it a mansion if you'd like. Ruth didn't like being at home. There was nothing fun to do around there. Starting at the age of thirteen, Ruth wandered off. She walked the streets, taking pictures. Ruth enjoyed meeting all the people who let her take pictures of them. Ruth stole her dad's car one night and drove out to the middle of no where. She spent the night laying on the top of the car, staring at the stars. Ruth got in serious trouble when she got home the next morning. Her father grounded her for a month. Ruth starting reading at that point. She finished a lot of books by the end of that month. After that, Ruth continued her photography. Ruth was diagnosed with Thyroid cancer shortly after.

In the summer of her thirteenth year, Ruth was about to sneak into the garage and steal the car again as she heard voices coming from the garage. Not human voices. They sounded almost snake like. Ruth pressed her ear against the door so she could here better. They spoke of a daughter of simplicity. She knew no one whose name was Simplicity. Ruth was about to reach for her cellphone when she heard the snake people stop talking and then the doorknob was turning and jiggling. Ruth slowly walked down the stairs to her butler's bedroom. Ruth tried to wake him up but, the snake people got into the house before she could even do anything. She ran into the wine cellar and called 911. Whispering into the phone, Ruth told them her address and the problem. Just as she was about to hang up, a sliver of light came from the door. Ruth held her breath and backed further into the huge crates of imported bottles of specialty wine. The snake people looked around everywhere, even laying eyes on her a few times but never actually finding her. They left soon after that, hissing curses in what was a foreign language to Ruth.

Weeks later, Ruth was shipped off to camp by her father.
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Fatal Flaw: Ruth has Thyroid cancer
Pets: None.
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Year-Round or Summer: She comes and goes.
Other: Lyrics are from Good Life by One Republic.

Subject: Re: where my demons hide Thu Feb 21, 2013 6:20 pm

So what we go out? That’s how it's supposed to be
Living young and wild and free

Name: Alaska Lara Gower
Age/Birthday: Sixteen. Born August 17th.
Gender: Female.
God Parent: Dionysus, God of wine and parties.
Claimed: Yes
Mortal Family: Jason Gower. A forty-six year old corner store owner. He really does not care what Alaska does.
Years in Camp: Two years.
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Year-Round or Summer: She comes and goes.
Other: Lyrics are from Good Life by One Republic.

» it's where my demons hide (bly)
» it's where my demons hide
» when you feel my heat look into my eyes it's where my demons hide [chaos]
» there's only so much you can hide.
» Hide anything of value...[OPEN]