Potential Camp Athens [hider=Freya Riley] [indent][indent][table][row][sup][h1][color=181818][b]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅[/b][right][b]▅▅▅▅▅[/b][/right][/color][right][color=de9b8f]Freya Riley[/color][color=181818]...[/color][/right][/h1][/sup][/row][row] [cell][color=2e2c2c]....................................................[/color][img]https://i.imgur.com/B5D6Cvw.jpeg[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/PU42pfC.gif[/img] [center][color=807B84][sup]__________________________________________[/sup][/color] [sub][color=e5acb6][b]D A U G H T E R[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [color=e5acb6][b]O F[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [color=e5acb6][b]A P H R O D I T E[/b][/color] [color=807B84][sup]________________________________________________________[/sup][/color] [color=#e5acb6]21 [color=807B84][b]|[/b][/color] female [color=807B84][b]|[/b][/color] pansexual[/color] [color=807B84][sup]__________________________________________[/sup][/color] [color=#e5acb6][b]▹ hair color [/b][/color] [color=807B84][b]|[/b][/color] [color=9b9b9b] blonde[/color] [color=#e5acb6][b]▹ eye color [/b][/color] [color=807B84][b]|[/b][/color] [color=9b9b9b] blue [/color] [color=#e5acb6][b]▹ height [/b][/color] [color=807B84][b]|[/b][/color] [color=9b9b9b] 5' 6"[/color] [color=#e5acb6][b]▹ build [/b][/color] [color=807B84][b]|[/b][/color] [color=9b9b9b] slender/toned[/color] [/sub][/center] [/cell][cell][justify][sup][color=2e2c2c].[/color] [color=#e5acb6][b]A B I L I T I E S[/b][/color] [color=9b9b9b][b]one[/b][/color] - [i]How do they use it? Can they even use it?[/i] [color=9b9b9b][b]two[/b][/color] - [i]What about this one?[/i] [color=9b9b9b][b]three[/b][/color] - [i]And this one?[/i] [color=#e5acb6][b]S T R E N G T H S[/b][/color] [color=9b9b9b][b]heart honing[/b][/color] - [i]Like a hound, and she doesn’t know how, Freya can detect vulnerable hearts and lonely souls. They call to her and she looks to mend them. Her way.[/i] [color=9b9b9b][b]strength[/b][/color] - [i]A point of excellence[/i] [color=9b9b9b][b]strength[/b][/color] - [i]now another[/i] [color=#e5acb6][b]W E A K N E S S E S[/b][/color] [color=9b9b9b][b]control[/b][/color] - [i]While said to hold the gift of beauty and love, Freya truly has a lack of control and understanding of her powers, often finding herself at the mercy and compulsion to expel some desires instead. Ironically and sadly, her powers and embedded needs rule her.[/i] [color=9b9b9b][b]fighting[/b][/color] - [i]Unsurprisingly, Freya has never been in a fight in her life. She knows no styles, has no weapon skills and is sure to be easily overpowered if it comes to brute force. Often, her sweet words and touch were enough to diffuse things.[/i] [color=9b9b9b][b]trait[/b][/color] - [i]one more weakness. Gotta keep it even[/i] [center][color=807B84][sup]__________________________________________________________________________________[/sup][/color][/center] [color=#e5acb6][b]P E R S O N A L I T Y[/b][/color] [b]quirky [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] [color=807B84][b]|[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] trait [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] [color=807B84][b]|[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] trait [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] [color=807B84][b]|[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] trait[/b] [color=e5acb6][b]H I S T O R Y[/b][/color] Oh boy is there a story for you... [center][color=807B84][sup]__________________________________________________________________________________[/sup][/color][/center] [center][color=e5acb6][b]hexcode[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [color=807B84]|[/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [color=9b9b9b]#e5acb6[/color] [color=2e2c2c]........[/color] [color=e5acb6][b]faceclaim[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [color=807B84]|[/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [color=9b9b9b]Rosie Huntington-Whitely[/color] [color=2e2c2c]........[/color] [color=e5acb6][b][/b][b]creator[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [color=807B84]|[/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [color=9b9b9b]xNocturnax[/color][/center][/sup][/justify][/cell] [/row] [/table][/indent][/indent] [hr] In Action... Freya had done it. She travelled treacherous land and endured unruly weather, even had her own biometric scan to stand inside the gate of...[i]paradise?[/i] Sure, she had seen the wall outside but for some reason assumed it was a decoy and inside would be a whole new world of mountainous views, glistening beaches, colorful housing and the sun beaming on her to welcome her. She panted dropping her bags at her feet, close to following suit. Maybe it looked better in the summer. Upon seeing a fellow life source she felt rejuvenated and full of hope again. Freya all but skipped up to them. [color=e5acb6]"Hi, I'm Freya."[/color] She put her cheek to theirs and gave air kisses. [color=e5acb6]"Good to meet you. Oh my god, you're gorgeous."[/color] Freya said in wide-eyed recognition. The last leg up the mountain to get here became tedious and dull and there was nothing to admire about it. But now she had a person in front of her and they were beauty reincarnated. [/hider] [center][sup] [color=red][b]cons[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color]|[color=2e2c2c]....[/color]X may not hold in interactions and action sequences Xstepping on past RPers, plus a hot take [color=green][b]pros[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color]|[color=2e2c2c]....[/color] ✓Really different from other two girls [img]https://i.imgur.com/9qIY4OK.jpeg[/img][/sup][/center] [hr] For Devil's Edge...An Original Rp of mine [hider=Laurette Willamson] [img]https://i.imgur.com/Ncts9ur.jpeg[/img] Name:Laurette Williamson Age:35/403 Species:Vampire Role:Second in command and wife to leader FC:Jennifer Connelly | RP'er: xNocturnax | Hex: [color=#1987bd]#1987bd[/color] Brief Overview:A matriarchal figure to the coven, Laurette loves and cares for each member and has them as her first priority, however, it's not all hugs and kisses and tales for bedtime. She can morph into an ice queen in the blink of an eye and show some rough love when required. She has long moved past her bloodlust phase and developed sympathy for humanity. These are costly feelings when it comes to the need for blood and for her relationship with the coven. [hr] In action... [center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/250530/cfe93f9299283d25e99baf35517e4882.png[/img][/center] [indent][indent][table][row][indent][/indent][sup][h3][color=2e2c2c][b]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅[right]▅▅▅▅▅▅[/right][/b][/color][/h3][/sup] [/row][row][cell][sup][h3][color=2e2c2c].....................................................[/color][right][sup][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/6fb2ffed72c8f415d82f9f3bc61a4d9e/478b9338ea3e56d6-23/s540x810/c08f1057ba8119071238ef043efef0c0c5733143.gif[/img] [sub][color=807B84][sup]__________________________________________[/sup][/color] [color=1987bd][b]▹ outfit [/b][/color] [color=1987bd][b]▹ location: [/b][/color] [color=807B84][b]|[/b][/color] [color=9b9b9b] where[/color] [color=1987bd][b]▹ interaction(s): who [/b][/color] [/sub][/sup][/right][/h3][/sup][/cell][cell] [i]The jumping bodies of the night club always proved challenging to navigate through yet such was life. She smiled tightly to patrons as she collected empty glasses to minimise injury and avoid their workplace looking poorly maintained. Image had always been linked to reputation and she wanted the best reputation and praise for their club, the coven, and all things surrounding her really. Occasionally the club turned into feeding grounds but that required tact so as not to tarnish their appearance and scare every possibility of livelihood; accounting for money and income and convenient blood sources. That’s why more than anything, Laurette patrolled the club keeping her coven in check. There were those she trusted, well and truly, who had complete control and showed their strength but those that danced a fine line of hazardous and risked serious exposure. [b]“Excuse me, can you get us another drink.”[/b] Her hawk eye trance, seeking all her coven members, broke with a blonde hosting a ridiculous fake tan, lashes and puffed pink shimmering lips. [color=#007ab6][b]“You just have to pay at the bar,”[/b][/color] Laura informed, pointing to it for emphasis. [b]“But my feet are really, really sore and we come to this club like so often, can’t you just get us one? I’ll pay later.”[/b] [color=#007ab6][b]“Why don’t you sit down for a moment, then consider heading home and calling it a night,”[/b][/color] Laurette suggested instead, laying a hand on the girl’s back. [b]“Is that you trying to hypnotise me? Because it’s not working.”[/b] The what was thought to be intoxicated and dolled up blonde, suddenly became sharper in appearance, standing taller, losing her whiny drunk girl charade and voice. [b]“I know what you are. The whole police department has been onto you and your kind, willing to let it slide for some reason until the murder last night. Guess you just ruined your chance at liberty. What you did to that guy was truly horrific.”[/b] She frowned and shrugged violently away from the blonde’s hand that tried to grab her. [color=#007ab6][b]“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” [/b][/color] [b]“Oh come on, you’re-” [/b] [color=#007ab6][b]“The murder.”[/b][/color] She’d get to whatever this girl thought they were at another time, but for now, what drew her attention was the murder. They weren’t the only dangerous things out there, and had it been a fellow vampire, she couldn’t believe they’d be so reckless with the disposal of the body to alert the authorities. [b]“The body was completely torn apart. Mutilated beyond recognition, some of their bones were even broken.” [/b] Laurette's eyes shifted away coldly. Unless one of hers had chosen to be particularly sadistic, that sounded more like lycans or the rogues.[/i][/cell][cell][/cell][/row][/table][/indent][/indent] [/hider] [hider=Rose Fullard] [img]https://i.quotev.com/img/q/u/17/6/30/tq2b6rafge.jpg[/img] Name: Rose Fullard Age: 19 Species: Gifted/Fresh Vampire Role: Forcefield Generation FC: WIP | RP'er: xNocturnax | Hex: [color=#cc99a2]#cc99a2[/color] Brief Overview: As if things weren't hard enough in her teens, trying to train at the facility with the gifted and recently turned, Rose has upgraded to a real identity crisis. Should she stay at the facility where others with powers are under the guardianship of 'The Mentor', or join the vampire coven? She no longer knows where she belongs. [hr] In action... [center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/250530/d2b0a36f4a6ea9e3c8f78b53bbdec038.png[/img][/center] [indent][indent][table][row][indent][/indent][sup][h3][color=2e2c2c][b]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅[right]▅▅▅▅▅▅[/right][/b][/color][/h3][/sup] [/row][row][cell][sup][h3][color=2e2c2c].....................................................[/color][right][sup][img]https://i.imgur.com/Ne4Ijmc.gif[/img][/sup][/right][/h3][/sup][/cell][cell][i]Rose had been out in the cold, sat against a tree gazing into the fire for around an hour. The cold managed to creep through her layers of clothes and nip her flesh persistently, chilling her to the bone. But that’s all she felt these days. Besides, it was a good distraction from all the thoughts about blood and throbbing pulses inside the facility. She'd never admit how much it ruled her mind and intruded her day, but it did and it sickened her, she hated it. The whole construct of time would soon be redundant for her, birthdays becoming insignificant, the people she loved getting sick, growing older, and she'd have infinity to travel the world and get her dream pet. Silly goals that often made a young girl sane she’d come to find. Her new fine tuned hearing heard footsteps approach, like giants' feet cracking the earth from under them, though in reality they were probably simply walking. Rose side glanced at her new company. [color=#cc99a2]"I don't feel well."[/color] She preemptively explained. She didn't care to tell anybody about what was really going on. [/i][/cell][cell][/cell][/row][/table][/indent][/indent] [/hider]