Freud's Characters [NEW CHARRIE]

Subject: Freud's Characters [NEW CHARRIE] Fri Dec 24, 2010 6:33 pm

Spoiler:

Subject: Re: Freud's Characters [NEW CHARRIE] Fri Dec 24, 2010 9:19 pm

She needs a History.

Subject: Re: Freud's Characters [NEW CHARRIE] Fri Dec 24, 2010 9:34 pm

I'm impressed; you're first shot at this and it's quite honestly amazing. Well done! And yes like Bunny said, she needs a brief history, but disregarding that, a very creative and imaginative mind you have there, in addition to literate ideas! (:

Subject: Re: Freud's Characters [NEW CHARRIE] Fri Dec 24, 2010 11:23 pm

Urgh, I knew I forgot something. History added! Sorry about that.

And, thanks Dan! This is my first time ever on a site like this, so that means a lot. Now I feel more confident about joining. :3

Subject: Re: Freud's Characters [NEW CHARRIE] Sun Dec 26, 2010 11:50 am

Nice, Accepted

Subject: Re: Freud's Characters [NEW CHARRIE] Wed Dec 29, 2010 12:20 am

Freud's Characters [NEW CHARRIE] 2i77ind

a g e b i r t h d a y:
Seventeen, September 23rd.

g e n d e r:
Female.

g o d p a r e n t:
Morpheus, god of dreams.

m o r t a l p a r e n t:
Lucille Xavier

o r i g i n:
Manhattan, New York City, New York.

y e a r s at c a m p:
One year, but visits brother in the summer.

p h y s i c a l a p p e a r a n c e:
Arryana is definitely a girl who stands out in a crowd. The first thing a person notices about Arryana is that she is frighteningly pale. As far as first impressions go, many people even mistake her being albino. With milky white skin and naturally platinum blonde hair, Arryana is used to the staring and whispers that go her way. She practically glows in direct sunlight, almost looking as if she stepped right out of a dream. After prolonged exposure to the sun, Arryana neither tans nor sunburns, staying a frigid pale. Her hair is barely a shade lighter than her skin, being a blonde most people can only pay for out of a bottle. The soft-colored tresses reach down her back, ending abruptly at her at the bottom of her shoulder blades. Arryana’s hair is naturally wavy and quite thick, acting on its own accord instead of her actually styling it. It pours from the middle of her head, going in any direction it pleases, but still managing to look decent.

Her lashes and brows are the same light color, offering very little dynamics when it comes to the girl’s face. The main contrast in Arryana’s appearance is her eyes. They are a pale blue, almost translucent-like. In the right light, they appear grey and dreamy. Arryana always look wide-eyed and surprised, her blue eyes definitely standing out from the rest of her pale features. Her face is oval-shaped, squaring off at her chin. Her mouth and eyes are very prominent, while her mouth is petite and her lips are a bit on the thin side. Her ears are big and stick out quite a bit, though they are usually shielded by her hair. Arryana likes her ears a lot, though, so it isn’t uncommon for her to tuck her hair back in an attempt to show them off.

Arryana is built like a tree, with long limbs and a thin build. She is 5’8” and looks painfully fragile, despite her height. She is a few pounds from looking unhealthy, her time at camp having packed some muscle onto her thin frame. Arryana has curves, though one practically has to squint to see them. They are noticeable moreso in her hips than chest, most of her weight being shifted to the lower part of her body. She has powerful legs and fantastic balance, with arm-strength being one of her major weaknesses.

As far as personal style goes, Arryana leans more towards a retro chic, looking like she stepped out of the 50s. High-waisted skirts and shorts litter her bunk, coupled with things like knit cardigans and polka dot tee shirts. Flip-flops usually adorn her small feet. She strays from the normal camp garb when possible, causing even more confusion the people around her.

p e r s o n a l i t y:
Arryana is awkward, to be frank. She always has been and probably always will be, which is something she is okay with. Due to a sheltered childhood and trauma in her life, Arryana doesn’t exactly comprehend basic human interaction. She is painfully shy, though her natural curiosity tends to bring her out of her shell. Arryana looks at the world in an almost phantasmic way, often confusing reality and dreams. She finds almost everything to be oddly fascinating, from the way a person walks or how a tree moves in the breeze. Her infatuation with wonder comes off as childish, putting off many people. Some, though, find her general excitement about life to be endearing.

Arryana isn’t usually one to start a conversation, unless she really has a question to ask. Arryana speaks in mostly questions, having an almost insatiable thirst for knowledge, whether factual or opinion-based. Her voice is soft and low, relaying her words in a calm rhythm. It doesn’t take much to get Arryana’s lips moving, though. As long as a person has a warm smile and a seemingly good heart, Arryana will trust them with her life. She is naive and unassuming. In her world of dreams, everybody is nice and kindhearted, so she can’t see why it should not be the same in the waking world. Arryana simply does not understand basic things like that.

When Arryana really opens up to someone, it’s not hard to tell that she is an excited, life-loving seventeen-year-old. She doesn’t care much for what people think of her, shrugging off the weird looks she gets. As far as Arryana is concerned, if they don’t like her then they just aren’t worth her time. It’s not uncommon to hear her humming a upbeat tone as she walks by on the way to the arena, or to see her simply watching clouds by the lake. Arryana just loves living life, no matter the company she’s with or the situation she’s in. She’s learned to take everything in stride.

Arryana is a few hours of being classified as completely nocturnal. She is tired at most points in the day, frequently taking naps or even nodding off during her training. She spends almost every hour of the night awake, reading in her cabin and trying to give privacy to the sleeping campers around her.

h i s t o r y:
The Xavier family was a pretty big deal in Manhattan. Robert Xavier was one of the top financier’s in the country, but into big-time investments and making money like it grew on trees. Lucille Xavier, his trophy wife, came from a predominantly upperclass and high-end legacy stationed in Manhattan. They had a perfect son, Deacon, who was already being groomed to continue the family business after the old man died. There lives were going according to plan. All it took was one nightmare to mess it all up.

It wasn’t exactly unlike Lucille to have affairs. Robert cheated on her all the time, so she easily did the same. As long as they looked perfect to the people around them, the couple were more than okay with stashing some skeletons in the closet. When Lucille began having horrific nightmares for many weeks, she couldn’t help but seek out a specialist. She wanted to know what was going on her in that little brain of hers. Her quest for knowledge came to a screeching halt when she met the god of dreams himself, Morpheus. The god was charming and a bit mysterious, something that made Lucille absolutely weak in the knees. His pale blonde hair and dreamy grey eyes didn’t exactly put the woman off, either. Of course, the two began a small romantic tryst.

For weeks, Lucille’s nightmares stopped, being replaced with fantastic dreams, all centering around the god himself. Lucille blamed the coincidence of sheer infatuation, having no idea that her love was anything but an ordinary human. After several weeks, Lucille broke things off, easily getting bored with their relationship. They parted without any burned bridges or bitter feelings, but the damage was already done. Two weeks after the parting, Lucille found out she was pregnant. She spun the pregnancy to be Robert’s doing, soaking up the attention from doting colleagues and family friends. For a little bit, Lucille actually convinced herself that the baby was Robert’s. Every night, though, for nine months, Lucille had an extraordinary dream.

On September 23rd, Arryana Sophia Xavier was brought into the world, taking the Xavier family completely by shock. The predominantly brunette, brown-eyed family stared at the clear-eyed baby girl with small tufts of platinum hair sprouting from her head. Immediately, Robert knew she wasn’t his. The family accepted her, though, for the most part. Still, as soon as Arryana was born, she was the elephant in the room - the ticking time bomb waiting to set the entire Xavier family off. Lucille, though, was immediately smitten with the baby, despite her husband’s indifferent towards the baby girl. Lucille even insisted on having Arryana’s crib in the master bedroom. Whenever the baby was near, Lucille’s nightmares stayed at bay. Arryana became her little miracle and literal dream catcher, rarely leaving her mother’s side.

Another family member grew to adore Arryana, her old brother, Deacon. Though he was twelve years her senior, Deacon spent a lot of his time playing with and caring for Arryana. Throughout her toddlers years, Arryana turned into a bright, bouncy child with curious eyes and a smile that could break a grown man’s heart. Still, when you’re a demi-god, all must good times must come to an end.

It wasn’t until Arryana entered preschool that people began to notice that she wasn’t normal. Arryana shied away from other children, preferring to play by herself, or simply nap in the corner. Naptime became Arryana’s biggest ordeal, the small child unable to sleep while the other children did. Pictures would pop in her head, memories that weren’t hers - family trips she’d never taken, aspirations she had never had. Nobody really made anything of it until Arryana reached the first grade, thinking she may have just had sleeping problems.

Still, throughout the years, Arryana’s troubles sleeping only magnified, finding herself in a dream world not her own every night. One day, the young girl simply snapped. She was six and it was her second week on the first grade. In her tidy school uniform and shiny, blonde hair pulled back into a neat braid, Arryana literally had a meltdown. With a box of crayons and a notebook full of paper, Arryana began to draw furiously. It wasn’t silly houses or rounded clouds she was drawing - not even close. As her teacher and fellow students neared the pale girl, they were all shocked to see detailed drawings of events all too familiar to them. Slowly, they realized Arryana was drawing pictures of their dreams, page for page, line for line. They were all there; the dream where Timmy was a Nascar driver, the one where Mrs. Thurgood was being chased in the woods by an axe murder; even the one where little Susanne Watson dreamed she owned a ranch full of kittens. Needless to say, Arryana was pulled from school.

Being home-schooled was fantastic for little Arryana, the dreams subsiding less and the restless nights lowering in number. She excelled in her studies, though her parents noticed a handicap on Arryana’s social abilities. They put her into therapy, deciding any amount of money was worth not having a slightly awkward daughter. Therapy became a gateway for the young girl, helping her better control the thoughts that went on in her head at night. It quelled the demons in her head, almost to the point where they stopped completely. Her dreams suddenly became nothing to fear, easily turning into the most enjoyable moment Arryana had.

Around the age of ten, Arryana began to turn to her dream world for all the answers. It was easier for her, this dream world. Everybody was nice and nobody was afraid or taken aback by the little girl. Her parents' marriage wasn't dissolving before her very eyes. Arryana could control pretty much anything in her dreams, leaving the waking world heavily undesirable by comparison. The little girl spent more and more time sleeping, something deemed good for her at the beginning. When she began to retreat from everyday life, almost to the point where she even spent her waking hours with her eyes closed, off in some other world, the doctors noticed that Arryana's social handicap was becoming much larger.

Despite Arryana's issues, her family still had to go on with life as if nothing was wrong. Parties and events were a normal staple in the young girl's life. As long as she stayed by her mother's side and smiled, just as Robert told her to, they were a relatively painless ordeal. In front of others, they were a family to envy. Robert and Lucille were loving towards one another and to their peculiar daughter. Arryana had become somewhat of a spectacle at these events, her doll-like appearance found to be absolutely darling by all the high society folks. The Xavier family was virtually flawless in the eyes of others'. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case at all.

After a party celebrating the success of a huge investment, the Xaviers were on their way back to their Manhattan flat. It was a mere two weeks shy of Arryana's eleventh birthday, so Lucille was discussing the possibilities of a birthday party with Robert. Their talking was actually civil, a major change from the arguments that dotted their conversations for those past ten years. Arryana listened quietly in the backseat, eyes focused on the New York nightlife blurring by the window. Suddenly, the young girl had remember something she had seen in a dream, Lucille's dream. Turning to her mother in the front, Arryana asked the simple, world-shattering question. "Is that blonde man, the one in your dreams, my dad?"

Now, Robert knew that Arryana wasn't his. He had known that fact ever since she was born, choosing to not discuss it. Even Arryana knew he wasn't. But, when little Arryana's left her mouth, a floodgate was opened. The two began screaming and yelling. Lucille was crying. Robert was using such ugly words, directing them at Arryana's mother. Arryana didn't understand. She didn't know what she had done wrong, but she knew it was her fault. She just wanted them to stop screaming. That's all she had wanted. Closing her eyes tightly, the last thing Arryana remembered was their voices suddenly fading off, only to be replaced the screeching tires coming towards them.

When Arryana woke up, she was in the hospital. Besides a broken leg and minor injuries, the little girl was relatively unscathed. According to the official report, her parents had died on impact with the truck. Eye witness report stated that Robert looked almost as if he had fallen asleep behind the wheel. Somehow, Arryana knew it was her fault. The little girl practically had no time to mourn, being whisked away for questioning and to aid her, then twenty-three year old, brother in handling funeral arrangements. A small-scale court hearing gave custody to Deacon, leaving the man with a business to run and a little girl to care for. He put the business on the backburner, allowing some of Robert's associates to handle things. Arryana became his top priority.

Despite the death of her parents, Arryana enjoyed living with Deacon. The two just understood each other. Her brother didn't dwell on her social shortcomings or weird occurrences, choosing to embrace them. He still kept Arryana out of school and continued her therapy, so Arryana's life stayed relatively normal for a few years. It wasn't until she was fifteen that things suddenly turned very odd.

Arryana ha never really had visitors, so when her brother told her a man was there to see her, she was a bit shocked. Slinking into the front room, Arryana was shocked to see the blonde man from her mother's dreams. He looked uncomfortable, almost as if he was forced to be there. Arryana hadn't the slightest idea why he was, but went along with it. The two chatted, awkwardly making small talk, before Morpheus simply said there was a place where Arryana could go, a place where she could learn to control her powers. Wanting the awkward encounter to end, feeling small in comparison to her immortal father, Arryana graciously accepted the offer to attend Camp Half-Blood. She knew she was burden on the mortals around her, even deadly in the case of her parents.

That was how Arryana found herself at Camp Half-Blood. Despite having been there for a year, Arryana is still adjusting and finding her powers go far beyond what she ever imagined. She can ward herself from what she likes to call "dream walking", which is entering the dreams of others around her. She has found herself becoming more a psychological warrior, hardly having any combat skills at all. Having much more control and assurance over her powers, Arryana tries to focus on fixing her social shortcomings, attempting to become a bit more normal. As far as camp goes, though, nobody is really normal.

f a t a l f l a w:
Horribly naive.

p e t s:
None.

t a l e n t s:
Agile and stealthy. Can "dream-walk", or enter dreams of sleeping people, something she has no real control over at the moment. Makes others drowsy when near them for too long.

w e a p o n s:
She doesn't like fighting, so she sticks with the basic celestial bronze sword that has been made for her. Also makes a weapon out of anything she within reach that she can throw.

o t h e r:
None.

Subject: Re: Freud's Characters [NEW CHARRIE] Wed Dec 29, 2010 1:29 pm

Accepted

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