Altered Tundra

Paramount

@Hey Im Jordan @Fabricant451 @LovelyComplex

Savanna Hart // Senior (tw. mentions of sexual assault)

_{(FC: Dove Cameron, Dialogue Color: Hot Pink/#ff69be)}
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| | N I C K N A M E (S) | |

• Sav
• Savvy
• Ice Queen - for her general disposition as the resident “head bitch in charge”
• Savvy Doll - for her doll-like features
• Barbie - a term of affection from those who get close enough to use it without losing a limb
• Blonde Bombshell - self-explanatory, isn’t it?

| | A G E | |

17, 5/30

| | G E N D E R | |

Cisgendered female || She/Her pronouns

| | S E X U A L I T Y | |

Bisexual (no lean) || “It’s not about what they have between their legs or how they identify; it’s about how they can captivate my attention.”

| | R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S | |

Single and possibly looking. ”Depends on who’s asking, though.”

| | O C C U P A T I O N | |

Savanna? Have a job? ”The only job I have is keeping my throne _{as if anyone would dare make any attempts}.”

| | C L A S S I F I C A T I O N | |

Senior

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| | I N D E P T H A P P E A R A N C E | |

As the daughter of Addison Hart and Jade Drake-Hart, Savanna's prestige extends past her name and especially her personality - but rather, she has the genes of someone who understandably is very beautiful. Her skin is nearly flawless (almost to the point of being doll-esque) even without the aid of makeup and around-the-clock skincare products. Green eyes that often resemble emeralds and naturally-golden hair with dark roots that have been dyed platinum blonde with only the best hair dye money can buy. Everything about Savanna Hart is the very embodiment of someone who not only believes the hype around her beauty but has full control of what gets said about her. Savanna has her ears pierced but only the lobes, but she doesn't have any tattoos - at least not yet, anyway.

Savanna isn't the tallest girl out there nor does she present herself in a way that would tower over girls. By all accounts, her 5'2 stature and coming at an even 130lbs wouldn't give any reason for anyone to fear her like most at Marble Heights do, but there is more to Sav than her height; she has a grace that can't be denied. Whether it's the way her hair is styled, her ruby lipstick that has become an iconic - and signature - look for her, or her fashion chameleon ways where she can make even a school uniform become trendy, Savanna makes it work and then some. And she knows she's the shit, so she doesn't shy away from showing off the body that clearly her mother and her unknown father gave her, which is to say a lean, toned, but still surprisingly hourglass-esque body that is well-rounded in all the effective areas.

The creativity and vision to customize one's look is a trait Savanna inherited from her mothers. So when it comes to the uniform, Savanna spices it up in the way she knows how: not to change it but to improve it. Not so much her, though, but the fashion club at her "request" (and Skye's "encouragement"), her skirt has a more dominant gold lacking but still keeping the general look of the skirt the same. Savanna loves the way gold looks on a darker blue, so she wanted to have that represented. She loves the thigh-high socks (like a certain latina acquaintance of hers), so she didn't bother messing with those. And everything else is as it was when the uniforms were handed out to her -- just tweaked with her personal touch here and there.

Casually - well, Savanna Hart isn't known for casual per-se. She has a lot of clothes and a nearly unlimited allowance. Her outfits are never worn more than once unless she really likes them. Like a snake sheds its skin, Savanna has a rotating closet of seasonal-appropriate tops, skirts, jeans, boots, accessories, etc. The exception is her preference of single-colored blouses and some kind of skirt with thigh-high socks and some form of heels (color usually complimenting her blouse).

| | R E P U T A T I O N | |

When you think of the name Savanna Hart, you might think she’s a diva. And you would be right. Another thing that might come to mind is that she’s kind of a bitch. And, again, your assumption would be correct.

Truth is, Savanna was raised this way.

No, not to be a bitch -- that she picked up somewhere along middle school. No, Savanna was raised to be confident and own every room she entered. Whether it was pre-k to the end of 8th grade or ruling the halls of Marble Heights Academy with a well-manicured, dainty-appearing iron fist, she does it with a certain grace that is both admired for how she walks but also that demands to be feared. She is the type to size you up and decide if she will make your life hell or not. Her meanness doesn’t always show at first, but cross her or if she suspects you are even remotely in her way, she will not hesitate to use every ounce of her influence to crush any hopes you have of climbing the social ladder.

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| | H I S T O R Y | |

What is there to say about Savanna Hart’s life? Anyone who is anyone knows her family. Anyone who is even remotely out from under their rock knows her mother, Addison Hart and the conglomerate known as HartCorp that she was born into. Anyone who keeps up with the fashion world or has seen at least one highly-fashionable TV series has seen Jade Drake-Hart’s clothes on the edgy character of that show.

Yeah, they don’t need any explanation. Addison is an iconic businesswoman whose legacy is her push for equality within the company her scumbag father started and Jade is an equally iconic fashion designer whose alternate style and take-no-bullshit attitude led to her leading the charge in a new wave of grunge/punk-inspired looks and makeup lines for girls and young women who ever felt like they were cast aside by society.

These are the two women that shaped Savanna into the person she is to day. These are the two women who, even though their jobs both kept them busy and Savanna had to deal with a revolving door of nannies and relatives who looked after her when they were too busy to do so -- for a time -- they always made sure she knew she was loved and they were there for her when it mattered. That’s what Savanna looked up to. Sure, she missed out on little things and part of Savanna might fall into the hole of resentment created by their absence, but that would be Savanna expecting them to be perfect.

Savanna knows her mothers aren’t perfect and she knows they have made mistakes, because lord knows that she isn’t either.

Sav’s perception of her mothers, though more favorable than most girls her age, has always been that they are who they are and have never disappointed her. But for as long as she could remember, growing up, even though her life was practically perfect, Savanna always wondered who her father was. And this was a question that had been lingering in her mind since she was ten, since all of the girls she grew up with: her friends, classmates, even the loners she had a bad day thanks to her tantrums - all of them had fathers. She never did.

Whenever she asked, Savanna never got a full answer. She never got a full answer, but simply half-truths. And the truth is, her father wasn’t someone her mothers felt like she should know. The truth is, her father is a convicted rapist. The truth is that her father is someone who forced himself on Addison, from which she got pregnant. The truth is he was someone that Addison had previously been involved with back in college.

The truth is that a month before he was set to be released from a fifteen-year stint in prison, Addison and Jade made the decision to not risk Savanna know about him or Viktor Ivanov having any chance of finding her. So that’s why Savanna was sent to boarding school. They claimed it was to give her the best education money could be, as Marble Heights Academy was one of the most prestigious boarding schools in the country, but the truth is: they feared for their daughter’s safety.

Was it logical? Maybe not. Was it what they thought was best for her? Absolutely.

And still to this day, Savanna doesn’t know about her father. She doesn’t know he’s been out of prison for nearly four years and how her mothers’ hid this from her. And it’s not like Savanna hasn’t been thriving at MHA. It only took a couple of years for her to ascend to the throne. Funny what a lifetime of the right influences can do for one’s confidence. Plus, her sisterhood is the cream of the crop.

| | B E Y O N D M Y R E P U T A T I O N | |

The layers to the Queen of Ice, to The Diva of the Sisterhood aren’t just neat stacks of wanton wrappers waiting to be reduced down layer by layer. Savanna’s mind is a convoluted web of twists and turns, intricate depths hidden under the same four chords of a pop song. The chords sounds the same, but there is a story behind it.

Savanna might be known as the “head bitch in charge”. And sure, she has often played that part well (maybe a little too well at times), but like all great queens, Savanna has nailed her poker face. She knows when to play the part of Queen Savanna and when to drop the front. With her friends. And no, this isn’t just with her clique but those who truly know her, she is uplifting, charismatic, and above all else, fiercely loyal.

The blonde bombshell, as some have called her on twitter (not always with positive intentions), is someone who is always there for her friends. She just doesn’t just say it. When she says she’ll have a friend’s back, that’s exactly what she means. If anything, Savanna is a young woman whose words ties her to every facet of her rule. Loyalty is a two-way street for her and trust me when I say this, Savanna values that above all else.

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| | E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R A C T I V I T I E S | |

• Music Club
• Cheerleading - who else would be the captain?

| | B E S T & W O R S T S U B J E C T S | |

| B E S T |
♥ English
♥ Government/Econ
| W O R S T |
♥ Anything science-related
♥ Trig

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Fonts: Garton (character text header) and Jenna Sue (section headers)
♥ Savanna might not be influencer status, but she is extremely active on social media almost to the point where she has a second home on Twitter and Instagram. You can also find her on Deezer and Spotify. For her Twitter and Insta, she can be found under @queenofharts. She’s also kind of addicted to TikTok, but doesn’t advertise it because she finds it a little cringe.
♥ Savanna is fluent in French and has some understanding of Spanish, but not completely.
♥ Even though she’s the daughter of a famous fashion designer and knows how much it is staged, she can’t help but find a certain enjoyment of Project Runway. That and she stans Tyra Banks.
♥ Savanna drives a white 2016 BMW 4 Series Convertible that was given to her by her mothers over the summer as a gift for her birthday.

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

Location // Infirmary — Camp Half-Blood
Interactions // Zane, Octavia, Kalinda @Theyra @Vicier @MarshiestMallow

Vivian still felt like every ounce of her physical strength was sapped out of her body, but as a boy -- a rather cute boy, if she was being honest -- took a seat in a chair beside the bed she was laying in, she stopped focusing on how badly her head hurt. Truth be told, whenever Vivian saw a cute anybody, it was like everything else became less of a priority. Such as being in a bed in the infirmary.

"Hey, I saw you get brought in, and I wanted to know if you were okay. I may not be a child of Apollo, but I can heal whatever caused you to be brought here."

It took her a few delayed moments, all of which were spent absentmindedly blinking at him. God how his jawline could split her in half and she would thank him for it. Wait. No, that wasn't possible, was it? Vivian sat on that thought for another moment and then shook her head. "Sorry, what did you say again?" She asked him. And as soon as she did, she heard more voices and they just made her noggin feel like a ton of bricks.

"Don't be sorry, pretty sure Dad's had his ass kicked a few times. We get hurt just like everyone else, Viv."

Vivian's attention went from the boy who would probably bless her dreams for the next few nights to her sister, Kalinda. "Kaliii!" Vivian's go-to habit of impulsively screaming would be the death of her. And today, maybe it would be literal.

"What happened?"

"It's embarrassing," Vivian admitted in a low tone. She looked at Defined Jawline Man™ and then to her half-sister. "It was my visions again. I was literally about to join everyone else at the tower and the next thing I know, I'm face-first in the dirt and waking up in this bed." The blonde met her sister's gaze with her usual pout.

"I've got her Zane--"

That's his name. Had Vivian not been suffering from the worst headache and not been totally captivated by his clearly God-given jawline, maybe Vivian would remember she had run into him a few times since coming to Camp Half-Blood. But then again, maybe not. All she knew is he was cute.

Sum up your week in roleplaying in just 3 words

Too many sheets

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

Location // Infirmary — Camp Half-Blood
Interactions // N/A, self, anyone around

For a lot of reasons - though not known to many outside of those who really know her - Vivian opted out of the tower challenge today. It wasn't necessarily her choice nor was it her intention to miss out on something she had been training weeks for. With all of the hours she put not only into conditioning her body, excelling at speed and accuracy training, and overcoming the fear that seldom left her alone, she was feeling empowered for many days leading up until today.

From the very moment she and everyone else was made aware of the tower event that happened today, Vivian Lucasta made sure to wake up every day. At daybreak. When the sun rose, so did she. And she took in the rays by doing yoga. It was the easiest way she could ease her mind whenever she became, for a lack of a better word, distant from her cheery self. The early morning rays, paired with the backdrop of the beach, often brought her an inner-peace that gave Vivian strength. She could even hear the words of her father slowly make their way into her arms as she took in the rays.

But just minutes before she was about to leave the Apollo Cabin and join the other campers, Vivian had one of her many nonconsenting visions. Usually they only lasted for a few seconds and she was able to shake it off after a few moments of rest. Unfortunately, this time around, not only did it linger for over an hour, but every minute of that hour gifted her the displeasure of something sapping her strength -- which sometimes did happen. It was rare, but the vision placed her in a state of dread. She saw images of it, but she couldn't see her anywhere near the tower. In fact, at the moment she fainted, she saw herself from the perspective of a bird, falling to the ground and being carried away to the infirmary.

As a still woozy Vivian opened her blue eyes, trying to focus on whatever was up, which happened to be the roof of the infirmary. She moaned as she felt her muscles ache, her stomach tightening as she tried to sit up. But Vivian Lucasta wasn't a quitter (despite the camp rumors). When she found herself in an upright position, though she still felt drained of most of her raw energy, she wasn't feeling as fatigued as she was.

A sense of disappointment set in when she realized that she shouldn't be the one in the hospital bed. The children of APollo were supposed to be the healers and here she was in a bed, sapped of most of her energy and having no signs of feeling any better. "I'm sorry," she whispered quietly. Nobody in reach of hearing her might know it, but she was apologizing to her father.

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@BangoSkank

Rosefell High.

_{A @KatKook & @metanoia Collaboration
Featuring Jackson & Miki}

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Jackson stood there before he suddenly got taken, it took a moment to even realise what happened, but after he realised who it was he was fine with it. He let out a quick sigh and moved along with Miki so his arm would not strain if he was going to get dragged around.

"Mikyoung-a," He was still respectful in Korean even though in English he is clearly being a prick to everyone, he absolutely disliked having no honorifics and he had hoped that over the summer Miki had gotten used to him using honorifics with her name. "Was it really that bad?" he asked before wrapping his arm around her, he was pretty comfy around Miki so he was fine with doing this. Even with his underlying feelings for her she was still way too good of a friend to not be this close with. "My guide did a surprisingly good job, and I surprisingly did not hate him. Crazy, I know." As they moved, Jackson must have led her since they both ended up on the same wall just a little bit down the hall.

"At this point, I have no clue what this school is going to bring out and I have no idea what to expect. Here’s hoping the teachers are not the worst. Because I swear if these teachers are uhh… These… Teachers are… 바보 ? You know, fuck… What’s the word… They’re 바보!" He said, who knew the word ‘stupid’ escaped his mind just like that?

Miki understood her mother’s language, but god forbid if she spoke in her tongue. It would be as if she forced anyone at Rosefell to know the difference between fine dining and takeout. ”If they taught these savages, then I wouldn’t hold my breath for these teachers.”

Jackson sniggered at her remarks about the teachers in the school, he agreed with her but deep down he knew they were not all bad.

"I agree, teachers don’t feel like they’re to write home about." His eyes then met Miki’s and in total flustered fashion, he faced away, now looking at a very intriguing part of the wall, or so he made it seem.

Miki sighed out, glancing around before returning her gaze to the comforting sight of Jackson’s face. “Who did you end up getting for your tour?”

"Uhh… Some guy named Rico, guy looked like he was smoking weed ever since he was born. Don’t care too much for his last name but he doesn’t seem to be the worst. " After the red in his cheeks and ears disappeared, he was able to look at Miki in the eyes again, "How about you? Who’s your guide? Bet it can’t be worse than mine." He then wrapped his arm a little more tighter around Miki, giving everyone who was looking like they were going to shoot their shot with her the classic Jackson staredown. Works like a charm.

RIco, huh? Miki knew the name only by reputation. She could hardly say she’d be able to spot him if she was asked to pick him from a lineup. Odds were, though, they had to be someone worth knowing if Jackson had so much to say about them. “Well, I guess that depends on your definition of worse. Was mine totally unbearable? Not even close. I was stuck with one of the most plain-jane looking girls this world -- no, universe -- has known. But RIchie was there, so it wasn’t all bad.” The Queen of Liberty laughed and thought about how she was probably a third wheel, but she couldn’t say that her tour was totally useless. Ellie did give her some useful information about the Queen of Trash even if she didn’t intend to.

"Well, since you’re done already, you down to hang out?" He pulled out his phone and saw there were no important notifications, he slid the phone back in his pocket and rubbed his neck. "Well come on then," He said, pushing himself off the wall and started making his way down the hall, "Let’s walk, beats leaning on these walls, because who knows what’s been on them." He then started leading her through the halls, "Let’s find a teacher."

Miki physically repulsed at the thought of what might’ve caused those stains. She wasn’t wearing off-brand. The wrong substance could forever ruin her favorite monday Gucci blouse. “As if they would do anything about the stains. Besides, I’m fairly certain we have homeroom together. Don’t need an useless teacher to find at least that much.” Miki’s response came with an elitist giggle.

"Right, " Jackson clicked his tongue and swiveled to stand in front of her, "So what does Park-ssi want to do?" He asked rather playfully, hands in his pocket and a smile on his face. He looked behind him then back at Miki, "I’m right behind you wherever you want to go."

“I want to go home or to our school, but--” Miki let her voice carry into an exaggerated sigh as her hold on dear Jackson’s arm tightened and a needy pair of brown eyes met his. “Tell me what you did this summer, Jackson!” Her voice had a begging tone to it that always got her what she wanted, especially whenever she batted her lashy curls at the focus of her attention. And right now that was Jackson.

Jackson felt the tight grip around his arm and he flinched a little from Miki’s strength, she looked up at him and he felt a wave of emotion rush through his body. He clicked his tongue and faced the other way. "Nothing much, got more plants, watched more dramas, my dad tried to get me to model for Mercedes, and you know, it wasn’t eventful." Miki does not know about his skating but he can still trust her with most of his worries. "My dad’s still… My dad, so you know." he shrugged and gestured the makeup on his face to cover up the red mark on his face.

Miki clicked her tongue as she listened to Jackson talk about his summer. She had met Mr. Park a few times. The two of them being both from the same school and Korean, she always felt like his father approved of her because she was Korean. Personally, Miki didn’t know what to feel about him. She was always on her best behavior, courteous when she met him, polite and all-in-all, the perfect house-guest, but she can’t say she liked him.

But in that moment Miki saw the red mark on his face, she gasped. “Oh, Jackson…” she wanted to reach up and touch it, maybe make it better, but something forced her to hesitate. What she did in its stead was tighten her hold on his arm, supporting him with a tighter grasp until she manipulated his arm into a hug. The embrace was sudden for her and she held him as close as she could. “I’m so sorry, Jackson.” Miki didn’t have a lot of friends, but Jackson was one of them. And she seethed for what his father did to him, but her heart broke and she couldn’t quite understand how someone could do that to their own son.

That was it, the moment where Jackson felt like she could fully trust Miki, maybe she could trust her as much as he trusts Juno. He looked down at her and shook his head.

"Don’t worry about it, I’m used to it." Jackson replied, forcing a smile on his face, he gave Miki a quick pat on the head before changing the subject, "I know it sucks but you maybe wanna go to a place where we can sit? Standing around here feels… Gross." he let out.

Miki let her eyes fixate on Jackson for a few seconds, studying his face as though she wanted to see if there was anything she could do for him. He wasn’t showing signs of feeling sad or anything close to that. She wanted to do more, so if going to sit somewhere more pleasant was what he needed, then she’d sit with him for as long as he needed.

“You lead and I’ll follow.” Words the Queen of Liberty never thought she’d say, but Jackson was one of the few people, potentially the only person, she didn’t mind letting lead her.

Jackson nodded and gestured to follow with his head, he looked down at his watch to see what time it was and went to go find homeroom. He made his way to what seemed to be the classroom with Miki right beside him and put his stuff down on a table, he lightly sat on the table and beckoned Miki to sit next to him.

The first day really sucks.

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

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___________________________________ N A M E Vivian Diana Lucasta A G E 18, August 11th G E N D E R Cisfemale S E X U A L I T Y Bisexual P L A C E O F O R I G I N Santa Monica, California N A T I O N A L I T Y American E T H N I C I T Y Swedish, English-Irish, Greek ___________________________________ A P P E R A N C E Height: 5'" Weight: 121lbs Hair: Naturally blonde with dark roots Eyes: Blue Body Type: Slim curvy || Vivian has what most would call an imperfect hourglass figure. Body Marks: N/A ___________________________________ R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S Hoplessly single and hopelessly hoping for it to end. Crushes: ∞ Every member of the ever-growing Defined Jawline™ Club F A M I L Y Mother Lillian Lucasta (Alive) Father Apollo (God of oracles, healing, archery, music and arts, sunlight, knowledge, herds and flocks, and protection of the young) Siblings Kalinda Franklins (Older Half-Sister) Fiamma Catoriona Giannulli (Younger Half-Sister) Lucas Aerin Cresswell (Younger Half-Brother;) L E G A C Y Helios (God of the Sun) P E T S Hope, an adorable golden retriever who is most certainly a good girl. || "She’s just the best! I love her to death!." ___________________________________

____________________________________________________________________________ L I K E S ✔ THE SUN and summer, too! ✔ Blueberry anything: muffins, cookies, pancakes, waffles, smoothies -- you name it. ✔ The beach, or generally just being out in the sunshine. ✔ Music and the arts ✔ Competition. Vivian might be easily dissuaded but there’s something exciting about the games at Camp like the tower and everything else. ✔ Helping others ✔ Reality television ✔ Going for long walks on the beach, or just long walks in nature if the beach isn't available/nearby D I S L I K E S ✘ Snakes. Due to the curse laid upon her and her half-siblings, Vivian has a very intense dislike - and in some cases, fear - of snakes. ✘ Freezing weather. She loves being out in the sunlight, so the lack of it makes her hate the winter ✘ Mainstream pop music. Yes, he's aware this makes him a hipster. Yes, he's aware that it's popular for a reason. Still doesn't change the fact he can't stand the overproduced garbage. ✘ Her insecurities, but specifically the lack of an innate confidence and how quickly she doubts herself. ✘ Bad vibes. Vivian is always so happy and she just hates it when there's negativity around her, or directed at her, or anywhere near her ✘ Not so much a dislike but a worry about children of Hecate due to their potential of curses. Vivian hates to even think about it, but the idea of curses -- such as the one cast upon her and her siblings. She just doesn't trust them in that regard. ✘ Peanuts. Not that she's allergic, but she just never has enjoyed the taste. ✘ Aggressive rock music. Vivian will take Bastille and Death Cab over Metallica and Slayer anyday. ____________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y Bubbily ☼ Energetic ☼ Overtly Positive ☼ Easy to Please ☼ Friendly ☼ Lovable ☼ Carefree ☼ Overworries ☼ Prone to opinions about her ☼ Insecure to a degree ☼ Often forgetful ☼ Easily discouraged Vivian embodies just about everything you or anyone could possibly imagine or want from a Daughter of the Greek God of Sun, Music, and Art. She embodies a liveliness that is infectious. Her smile and her laugh, the way she carries herself and how always - always - Vivian Lucasta can both make herself the life and center of the party (or any group/crowd for that matter) and not appear to be as though she wanted is both something that speaks to her character and how she never actively seeks attention. She also will never talk negatively about anyone or anything. A good girl to her core, Vivian believes there is good in just about anyone she meets. It doesn’t matter if they have been known to do bad things to people she has known to love or if they thought about doing these horrible things. Through it all, VIvian has been brought up to see the good in everyone and she continues to see the good in people now. While Vivian is certainly the kind of person who will show an overly-positive demeanor with an engaging, lovable, and often abrasive niceness, she isn’t without some easily-influenceable aspects to her overall being. Particularly, Vivian has a lot of insecurities about how she can be perceived and most importantly, this happy-go-lucky valley girl is one of the easiest people to discourage and influence. Because she is so naive and so absolutely ignorant to a lot of things, to get her to see that one person might be good even when they are not is almost comical in how she will never see the truth coming. And even then, Vivian’s still pretty clueless and doesn’t know if so and so was actually a horrible person or not. That part of her brain has been wired to only see the light, never the darkness. It’s both a blessing and a curse. There also seems to be a bit of an inner-airhead when it comes to the Daughter of Apollo. It’s not that she doesn’t have a brain or any sign of intelligence up in her noggin, but because she is easily influenced by anyone who would dare want to use her in such horrible ways, she is also quite forgetful. She doesn’t forget names or faces or anything like that, but some important information like tests, where she was told to meet people - or hell, even something so short term as for where the gym is can slip her mind. But she does it all in such a cute way that people just laugh it off. But if there’s one person who’ll always give her crap about this particular aspect about her. ____________________________________________________________________________ B I O G R A P H Y Love is often hard to come by, especially in a world where it’s highly cynical of the concept of love, as well as the genuine concern that someone who shows even a little attention wants something in return. And, usually that is the case, but it wasn’t the case for Lillian Lucasta. She was - and still is - a simple girl (well now woman) who was just twenty-one when she met the man of her dreams. For so long, she had the image of this man in her mind. Ever since she could think of the perfect man who could sweep her off her feet and make her feel truly special, the moment she met Apollo, the Greek God of the Sun and Music, proved to her that her dream guy didn’t even come close to him. The sweet smile he always gave her when she laughed and the way he made her feel every time they kissed and how he touched her. Their time together was short, but it wasn’t the first time that Apollo graced Lillian with his presence. He showed up when she was giving birth to their daughter and he came back every three years. Apollo, though he was a god, tried to be involved in his daughter’s life as often as he could. And though it was hard for Lillian because Apollo ruined other guys for her and she couldn’t really love any other man. Still, there was no doubt in her mind that the fact her daughter had a relationship with him was more than enough to quell her heartbreak. And it was for Vivian that knowing her father that shaped the girl into the kind of person she is now. Every three years, for a month, her father was around. Even when he wasn’t around physically, Apollo was there for her in other ways, too. Whenever she needed someone to talk to in her dreams, he was there. If she just needed to hear his voice, he’d talk to her in her mind. Vivian never cared that her father was a Greek God or whatever. She had grown up knowing that, but that didn’t matter. To her, he was her father - the light of her life and she was the light of his. Complicated or not, Apollo and his daughter Vivian have a relationship that is rare among the Godly Parents and their half-mortal children. The fact that Vivian knew about her Godly parentage early on made the moments that led up to her godly abilities manifest not all too surprising. The only thing that caught the chipper girl by surprise was around the time she turned sixteen that she was given the biggest blow to her life thus far when Apollo and her mother sat her down and said that she was going to be shipped off to a special place in New York called Camp Half-Blood. Confusion set in, but after a few more times, she understood. It was a place for others like her who had a god or goddess for a parent and this place protected them as they learned how to harness their new-found abilities. ____________________________________________________________________________ D E M I G O D I N F O C A B I N Cabin 7, Apollo (God of oracles, healing, archery, music and arts, sunlight, knowledge, herds and flocks, and protection of the young) Y E A R S AT C A M P The current year will be her second year at camp. F A T A L F L A W Vivian’s fatal flaw is how she lacks self-confidence and confidence in her own abilities and worth as a quest team member. R E S P O N S A B I L I T I E S Camper and occasional healer F O R M When at her strongest -- which is always in the afternoon -- Vivian’s body takes up a faint, golden glow. Her irises shine gold and white, her hair becomes more golden than it is, what would normally only be partial in regards to her powers, they become complete for a limited time. This form can only be possible during the summer, though, due to the sun being its hottest. It’s only triggered by extreme distress and/or a desperate need to protect. W E A P O N S Vivian has a shortsword named Aphelios, named for Vivian’s legacy. It was one of the first things gifted to her by her father via a vision sent to her by Apollo after she arrived at Camp Half-Blood. It is a shortsword with an elaborate and luxurious design whose hilt is encrusted with solid gold and rubies scattered throughout. The handguard is that of golden hawk wings, and the blade is a solid gold-like steel. In its hidden form, Aphelios takes the form of a similarly-designed pen, much like Percy Jackson’s weapon, but it is gold with a red thrust device A B I L I T I E S Vivian’s abilities include: Photokinesis, Vitakinesis, and partial precognition Detailed Explanation of Vivian’s Abilties ۞ Light of My Life — Partial Photokinesis ۞ As a daughter of Apollo, Vivian is able to produce and manipulate a magnificent light drawn from the sun itself. It can take many forms, shapes, and, of course, has used in both offensive and defensive, both of which Viv neither lacks nor specializes in one or the other. It reacts in accordance to her emotions. In that, when she has the sudden urge to protect, it will shine so brightly to the point of blinding those her heart may deem a threat to her or whoever has the benefit of being behind her. Alternatively, in the rare instance that Vivian may act - oh, let’s say hostile - towards an individual or a group of individuals, the light will not show mercy. It will continue until the enemy is dealt with accordingly. A blast upon blast, waves of immeasurable force, and a thinly-veiled aura enhancing her demigodly capabilities just to ensure the desire of Vivian's heart is accomplished. ۞ Listen to Me - Vitakinesis ۞ Vivian wouldn’t consider a master healer by any right. She knows her limits and can’t do much past minor wounds, but something she can do is let the sound of her quote-unquote “angelic” voice soothe those who hear it and they will find that a cut they’ve received from a fight or even a partially-broken bone will be completely healed in minutes. The thing about her healing abilities is, yes it is very much in early stages of development, but Vivian’s own insecurities sometimes doesn’t allow for her to have complete-optimization of her potential. ۞ I Can See the Light - Partial Precognition ۞ Like her father, Vivian can see into the future, but it is one, very inconsistent and two, never shows her more than a few seconds of a certain event. Her vision comes in the form of literal flashes of light and almost unprompted. She can be walking and she’ll get a blacking-out-like experience as she sees events of an event in the future for a maximum of five seconds. It could be from one day or a year at the time of getting them. Or it could be a few seconds. After she gets her visions, the knowledge is troubling and confusing, but Vivian gets plagued with headaches that only seem to go away when she sunbathes ____________________________________________________________________________ O T H E R As a lover of food (she adoreadoresadores blueberries and everything to do with them), Vivian can always be seen with others who enjoy cooking too (aka those amazing Children of Demeter). Or generally anyone who likes food. Whether it's listening to easy listening music or playing it, Vivian is all about music in every sense. Like, come on she's the daughter of Apollo. How could she not? Long, relaxing, destressing walks is Viv's aesthetic. Bonus points if it's with someone cute! Sundresses in the summer and late spring (and occasionally in autumn) is Viv's only choice of outfits. Defined jawlines make her swoon T H E M E S O N G Happy by Pharrel Face Claim • Lili Reinhart || Dialogue Color • Goldenrod/#daa520

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___________________________________ N A M E Astrid Livanna Larsen Ice Queen - She’s got a bit of a rep A G E June 21st, 18 G E N D E R Cis Female S E X U A L I T Y Bisexual - no lean and always looking ;) P L A C E O F O R I G I N Valley of Odin, Norway N A T I O N A L I T Y Norwegian E T H N I C I T Y Norweigian, Greek (from her mother) ___________________________________ A P P E R A N C E Height: 5'6" Weight: 125lbs Hair: Shoulder-length, light brown hair || Silver when Form is Activated with a whistling, smoky, icy aura Eyes: Dark brown || Icy Blue when Form is activated, looks like a crystallized sapphire stone Body Type: Slim, yet toned; has a firm, decent bust and a tight booty that's firm to the touch due to all those hours of training. Body Marks: Ears pierced, a scar along the left side of her neck from a rough training session. || Has The Sigil of Vidar tattooed on her neck. ___________________________________ R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S Astrid is single and isn't sure if she's looking or not. F A M I L Y Father: Aaren Larsen Mother: Khione, Goddess of Ice and Snow Sister: Issura Larsen (twin sister) L E G A C Y Vidar, Norse God of Vengeance P E T S Astrid doesn't do pets, but she is known to be quite friendly with her sister's wolf. With the exception of Issie, Lumi is the only one who is able to bring out Astrid's softer, compassionate side. ___________________________________

____________________________________________________________________________ L I K E S ✔ Her sister - Astrid will kill for Issie. It's not an overexaggeration, either. She will bring down the fury of Khione and Boreas down on anyone who hurts her. ✔ Anything to do with winter; not so much because she likes snow angels or Christmas (she does but that's not the point). It's more to do with her feeling her most powerful during the coldest season. ✔ Christmas - something she shares with Issie. She might not go caroling (unless Issie begged her), but she will sure as shit rock out to the classics while drinking egg nog ✔ Violent video games and/or the implication of violence - fun fact! When she was injured, Astrid found out that she not only has a love for gory video games, but she gets a certain thrill from it. ...she might be a little unhinged ✔ Shaved ice - it helps that she can have it any time she wants hehe ✔ Training and/or working out - what can she say? She's a fitness buff. ✔ Getting absolutely shit-faced and making mistakes she might not be able to remember D I S L I K E S ✘ Hot seasons. She absolutely hates it with a passion because not only are they too hot, she doesn't particularly feel like she's her strongest ✘ Those unbearable children of Hephaestus. Nothing against them personally, but Astrid would much rather suffer through absolute zero temperatures than have to be around those fire-breathing dragons. ✘ Any pepper hotter than chipotle ✘ Anyone who hurts Issie or who she generally perceives as a threat to Issie ✘ Losing in any competition and it doesn't matter who beats her ✘ Pudding of all kinds. ____________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y Protective → Confident → Uniquely Energetic → Focused → Unpredictable → Cold → Competitive → Confrontational Cold and otherwise intimidating, Astrid is the more aggressive Larsen twin. While she is absolutely capable of being kind and compassionate, she can also be very unforgiving, especially if you have wronged her in the pas, but especially if she has ever gotten the sense you hurt Issura in any way. Astrid's loyalty is similar to the Viking CLan she grew up in: she looks out for those she considers her own, or those who she considers to be worthy of her undying loyalty. It takes a lot to earn her trust because she doesn't let many in. You can chalk this off to her obviously personable self, but the truth is she's just very...protective. Take that with what you will. The truth is, between how she was raised and the influence her legacy, Vidar, has on her, Astrid has a sometimes twisted way of thinking and feeling. She's often been unforgiving when it comes to the slightest of inconveniences to her. Comments about her can be taken at face value and she might leave it alone, but then she might sit on it several days later and might go up to that same person and hit them in the face. Or she might kiss them. Or blast them with the fury of a Norwegian winter blizzard. Astrid has a very competitive spirt, too. If she knows she wins and loses fair and square, she'll leave it alone. But she suspects even an ounce of foul play, then run for the hills, because a nasty, petty side in Astrid comes out and it almost always ends up with violence, but in the cold, frosty way one might expect from a daughter of Khione, not in the Brandon son of Ares way. ____________________________________________________________________________ B I O G R A P H Y To be written ____________________________________________________________________________ D E M I G O D I N F O C A B I N Cabin Twenty-Two - Khione, Greek Goddess of Ice and Snow Y E A R S AT C A M P 3 and 1/2 F A T A L F L A W Unpredictablity and holds a grudge like a motherfucker. R E S P O N S A B I L I T I E S Ideally? Not a damn thing, but she's likely going to be some idiot's mentor or some shit like that, isn't she? W E A P O N S -Twin, one-handed axes -Leather armor || Dyed dark blue and silver with the silver being sowed down the middle in the form of an iron cross. It was gifted to her by her mother. -Claw Gauntlets || Crafted from a special iron ore found only in Asgard. The iron claws/blades retract when her rage is at its peak. Otherwise, they take the form of silver, iron bracelets worn on both of her wrists. It was gifted to her by her Legacy, Vidar. A B I L I T I E S From Khione: Cyrokinesis, Aerokinesis, Cyro-Aerokinesis, Heat Sensitivity, and Divine Form From Vidar: Partial Berserker's Rage - When her temper gets out of control, in a combo of demigod feats and a desire to avenge herself or others, Astrid will a semi-blinding rage. She is aware of what she is doing and is subject to some form of calming down, but she will be quick to anger and will attack first -- at least, more than she usually does. It only occurs when she feels truly wronged beyond reproach. ____________________________________________________________________________ O T H E R Speaks fluent Greek, Old Nordic, and French -- of which are results of her upbringing and what is in her DNA. Is on about 6 different medications Adderall and Ritalin for ADHD Risperidone, Quetiapine, and Clozapine for general psychotic tendencies Lithium for general mood-related disorders - like her rage Has a secret love for games of all kinds: video, board, and D&D Theme Song: Mad Hatter by Melanie Martinez || Face Claim: Danielle Panabaker | #9966cc/Amethyst

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___________________________________ N A M E Damien Moses Blake A G E November 9th, 18 G E N D E R Cismale S E X U A L I T Y Pansexual P L A C E O F O R I G I N [London, England N A T I O N A L I T Y British-American E T H N I C I T Y English and Greek ___________________________________ A P P E R A N C E Height: 6’0” Weight: 170lbs Hair: Naturally blonde with dark roots Eyes: Sapphire blue Body Type: Lean and toned || Damien works out and keeps on top of his training. Body Marks: In addition to the runes etched into his skin that is a visible reminder of his legacy, Damien also has a few tattoos: a skull on his left shoulder, a snake coiling around a sword, and the words “Fuck Hades” on his fingers (one letter per finger minus the left thumb). ___________________________________ R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S Single for now F A M I L Y Mother Amelia Blake — Mother (Alive) Father Hades (King of the Underworld & Lord of the Dead) Siblings Erin Maree Chase (Older Half-Sister) Nico Di Angelo (Older Half-Brother; Camp Alum) Bianca Di Angelo (Older Half-Sister; Camp Alum) Hazel Levesque (Older Half-Sister; Camp Alum) Stepmother Persephone (Goddess of Vegetation) L E G A C Y Hecate (Goddess of boundaries, crossroads, witchcraft, and ghosts) P E T S Onyx, a black ceberus who has the visage of a black pit.. Damien always felt a certain pull towards those given bad reps and pitbulls are probably the most misunderstood of all dog breeds. || "A loyal partner-in-crime. He won't attack you if he doesn't perceive you as a threat to me. And he only attacks on my command." ___________________________________

____________________________________________________________________________ L I K E S ✔ His mother, stepmother, and legacy-mother. Let's just say, while Damien can't stand his father, the three women in his life mean the world to me. ✔ Anything rock and roll. This could range from the music, to bands, to lifestyle, to even the fashion. ✔ The original Coc-a-Cola. Yes, that means the one with a bit of cocaine in it. D I S L I K E S ✘ Hades - as if this needs any explanation. Damien hates his father with a passion. ✘ Excessively positive people. Not that he dislikes them personally, but too much positivity gives him indigestion. ✘ Mainstream pop music. Yes, he's aware this makes him a hipster. Yes, he's aware that it's popular for a reason. Still doesn't change the fact he can't stand the overproduced garbage. ✘ Church and most religions other than the religion of worshipping rock and roll. This has less to do with him being the son of the Greek Satan and more to do with his athetist-esque beliefs, which he is aware is ironic considering he's a demigod. ____________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y Honest → Selectively compassionate → loyal →moderately antisocial → volatile (in good ways and bad) → spiteful → holds grudges Damien isn't one to always be forthright with how he really feels but he also isn't afraid to speak his mind should he feel the need to. He's pretty unpredictable in that way. Another fact about him is his tendency to hold onto grudges from years past. See, loyalty and trust has always been a rare thing for him. You can blame it on his father if you want (he sure as hell will), but he's been wronged so many times that Damien just doesn't have it in him to outright trust someone. But, if you can somehow manage to prove to him you're worthy of his trust, he'll give you loyalty in return. Break it and you'll find out just how much of his father's petty he really inherited. As a lover, Damien is somewhere between a passionate romance to someone who will make your exes jealous. And he doesn't mind being that for people. He's never been too picky when it came to whoever he boned. Honestly, he's never had a monogamous relationship in his life. Granted he's only 18, but the fact remains. He might be Hades' son, but one might venture a guess as to how much like Zeus he really is. Eh, probably too much if he gets around as much as he does. ____________________________________________________________________________ B I O G R A P H Y Balance is the key to everything in the universe. For every action, there’s an opposite and equal reaction, right? For every good thing you do, it is often followed by a mistake of equal proportion. And just like that, for every Erin Chase, whose relationship with Hades, while not ideal, was decent, there is a Damien Blake, someone whose thoughts about Hades border on homicidal. And that’s on a good day. Damien’s contempt for Hades exceeds as far away from it centering around the King of the Underworld being an absentee father. Damien accepted long ago that Hades wasn’t going to be in his life in any traditional sense. He wouldn’t wake up to the smell of pancakes and his father reading the paper. He wouldn’t experience typical father-son moments like playing catch, talking about girls or why Donald Trump is a moron. Or argue with his father about why the latter supports Boris Johnson. If only it were that simple, right? Growing up in London, Damien always had to fend for himself. His mom, as much as she loved him, couldn’t prepare him for everything. Their neighborhood was one of the many bad ones that were filled to the brim with criminals and drug dealers and all kinds of unsavory types, but his mother Amelia Blake was always his rock. And until a point in his life when he couldn’t rely on her, she was the person who gave him the strength to be strong. The person who he knew would always make his bad days okay again. No matter what happened, Damien could always rely on her. But unbeknownst to him, Amelia had made a literal deal with the devil. But this devil wasn’t Lucifer Morningstar or even the other devil-like figures in the various mythologies. This devil was sly, handsome, and a real charmer (his mother’s words, obviously). But he was also a bitter, scarred bastard and forced Amelia into a deal: in exchange for allowing Damien to know his humane side, Amelia could raise Damien for a full decade. From birth to his tenth birthday, he was going to live with her, but after his tenth birthday, the clock ran out and he would be whisked away from her and live in the underworld with Hades, his father. This is why Damien hates his father. He stole him away from the only parent he ever gave a damn about. It didn’t matter if life in the underworld was different and objectively amazing (his father’s words), Damien never let up on his anger. From ten until fourteen, he lived in the underworld, but during those times - especially after the first two years - Damien made trouble for Hades. At some point, he imprisoned Damien as a bizarre form of being grounded. The only contact he had was with his stepmother, Persephone and Persephone’s close companion, Hecate. It was Hecate who Damien felt the most drawn to. Maybe it was his natural affinity towards the dark side of things or his anger, but throughout his time in the underworld, which that in itself must have made time go by a lot slower, because his time spent studying under Hecate, learning from her, and generally feeling like he was some kind of adopted child of hers -- okay, maybe he was more like a student -- there was no doubting that he and Hecate shared a bond. After a few years locked away in the underworld, Damien made a daring attempt in escaping. He knew Hades would be mad, but who the fuck cared about him, anyway? With the help of his Legacy, Hecate, she opened up a portal from the Underworld to Long Island, New York. It was the place where Camp Half-Blood was and it was the only place he could go to be truly safe from Hades. And he did. And for nearly four years, he had been at Camp Half-Blood. For nearly four years, Damien Blake has held onto the hatred for his father, vowing one day he would go back to the underworld and kill his father. And maybe, one day, take over the underworld for himself. Maybe it was a big dream, but someone had to do it, right? ____________________________________________________________________________ D E M I G O D I N F O C A B I N Cabin 13, Hades (King of the Underworld) Y E A R S AT C A M P Technically, three and a half since he arrived on his fourteenth birthday, but the official record states it’s been four. F A T A L F L A W Holding onto grudges and his temper (when it comes to certain individuals). R E S P O N S A B I L I T I E S W E A P O N S • Shadowhunter - two short swords imbued with magical runes (gifted to him by Hecate). The runes themselves enhance sharpness and accuracy, but mostly against mythological creatures that threaten Damien's safety. • Unnamed - A set of eight throwing knives that were forged at the Camp Half-Blood forge upon his request for ranged weapons. A B I L I T I E S Damien's abilities include: Necromancy, Umbrakinesis, Limited Pyrokinesis, and Rune Spellcraft Detailed Explanation of Damien's Abilties Necromancy: Due to being the son of Hades, which he may hate more than anything in the world, Damien cannot deny his powers, especially that of the dead. Like his siblings before him, Damien has a certain control over the dead such as reviving them, speaking with them, commanding skeletons to fight for him, or in his case, serve as his training dummies. Most of the dead souls and skeletons that Damien chooses to focus on are those who were warriors in their past lives. Since it's more than likely that he couldn't properly train against those who still live, Damien much prefers it this way. Making my Monster Grow!: Damien has the ability to raise dead souls (to an extent). And though he may be able to raise all sorts of souls of the deceased, his preference has always been those who were warriors in their past lives. And he, of course, can only revive a limited number, but since they do tend to serve a singular purpose, the amount of time they linger about is, of course, limited in a sense. I hear dead people: Damien has always had a somewhat unorthodox relationship with the dead. Due to this, his ability to hear them almost at any time he desired to, Damien could strike up conversations with the souls of the dead that might be in the process of crossing the Styx River or have been recently deceased. Though possible, talking to the dead across dimensions (i.e. those in the Underworld), does take just a little of added effort on his end. Nevertheless, there is something to be noted of his affiliation for the ghastly and strange. Umbrakinesis: As a child of Hades, Damien's affinity for darkness is apparent, he can control the darkness in most facets that are available to him. He can use it to travel in the shadows, bend it to cover his skin a protective layer of "shadow skin", as well as use it offensively in the forms of tendrils and bolts of darkness. Shredding Boundaries, man!: Damien's ability with the shared shadow travel his siblings have might be different than theirs. Of course, they all share the same principles, which is using their connection to the underworld and their father to travel using the shadows, but in Damien's case, his is more of a strategic usage. Since he himself, at his core, is a warrior. As such, not only does using it not tire him out as it would others who can use this ability, he does not use it to travel great distances but rather a few feet, though using it in rapid succession (more than 5 times in less than thirty seconds) would have the same effect on him as it would those who use it to travel across state lines. This is because he is also actively using other abilities in battle, so there is also that to consider. Shrouded in Darkness: Manipulation of darkness takes another form for Damien as he can wrap himself in the shadows that cover either parts of his body or its entirety depending on what he desires. It acts as a second layer or slightly harder skin that, to its touch, is like a smooth surface but can withstand multiple blows from steel. But as great as it is, if partially donned, then his other umbrakinesis-related abilities will be weakened equal to how much of his body is covered. If he choses to give all to his defense, then he won't be able to use any of his other umbrakinesis abilities. And donning it completely will gradually drain him over time. Spikes and other Things: Offensively, Damien can manipulate and generate darkness into tendrils that come from the ground with the intent to impale his desired target. And likewise, he can create bolts of dark energy that look like a blackened version of Zeus' lightning bolt and it may seem like that too, but when it hits, it's just condensed, dark energy that has high concussive force behind it. And depending on how much focus he puts into it, they will either have the power of a soft punch or that of a wrecking ball. Of course, both come with their drawbacks: weaker bolts and tendrils will be able to be used several times over until he is drained while those with the potnetial for higher damage output would drain him severely. Limited Pyrokinesis: Being the son of Hades makes his ability to create and manipulate hellfire a given, but Damien is not, as one might put it, a pyromaniac. As such, he is not so skilled in it. He can create fireballs and fire bolts, but as for the more complicated abilities, he does not have an inkling of potential there. Spellcraft: Call it a gift from the goddess that may have taken something of a special interest in Damien. Hecate imbued him with the knowledge of spellcraft, which he took and built upon it, focusing on offensive and battle-centric runes. Whether they are the battle runes that were engraved on his body (generally ones that enhance physical capabilities and accuracy), or on his Shadowhunter blades, Damien would consider himself very adept when it comes to general spellcasting. And one might even find that he's extremely grateful to Hecate for it, as he uses it frequently in battle. ____________________________________________________________________________ O T H E R Damien is an avid rocker, for which he isn't shy about announcing. He will obnoxiously play his favorite bands as loud as he can in his room. He has a particular fondness for thrash, punk, and any anti-authority/religion songs and bands. He's particularly fond of Slayer and Anti-Flag, as well as Black Veil Brides, Bullet For My Valentine, and Nevermore Damien is kind of a sore winner and loser, especially when it comes to sparring/training sessions. When he wins, he rubs it in the faces of those he beat. When he loses, he holds a grudge and is extremely petty, almost to the point of being a bit too aggressive in the rematch. Despite being part of the Hades Cabin, Damien feels more at home at the Hecate cabin, as well as occasionally enjoying the views the Aphrodite Cabin provides. Damien is always up for unsanctioned fights, which may or may not be why he goes seeking fights anywhere he can find them. T H E M E S O N G Temper Temper Face Claim • Jamie Campbell Bower || Dialogue Color • #6699cc

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

@Vicier @MarshiestMallow @Moro Here is my first character! :)

Vivian Lucasta - Daughter of Apollo

_{"The only thing that will make you happy is being happy with who you are." —Goldie Hahn}

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_{𝒢𝑒𝓃𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓁 𝐼𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃}

— ۵ ۞ ۵ —

Name:

Vivian Diana Lucasta

Nick-Names:

Viv, Valley Girl, Pocket of Sunshine

Gender:

Cisgendered Female

Age:

17

Birthday:

August 1st

Nationality:

American (comes from Swedish, English-Irish ancestry)

Place of Origin:

Santa Monica, California

Distinguishing Features:

Vivian has often been described as a beautiful girl with kind eyes and hair more golden than the light of the sun. Her smile is infectious with a full set of pearly whites and a skin tone that is tanned only slightly to give her a shade above white but not as near to tan as one might expect from a child of the sun. Her body, though it is adequately proportioned is neither too thin nor too curvy. She not only finds herself physically equipped with mostly-average weight-to-height proportions, there’s also a sense of long-forgotten sweetness when someone gazes into her blue eyes. She is, after all, the personification of a Valley Girl.

And like a Valley girl, Vivian’s fashion sense reflects that very thing. She’ll always be seen in bold, yet highly-fashionable, colors. Whether she wears skirts or shorts, a shirt or a tank, always they are boldly fashionable, but it’s highly likely for this girl to wear some shade of yellow, orange, coral, or even a slightly-darker shade of white (silver likely) when considering her outfit of the day. As a child of the sun, she just can’t help herself when it. She loves feeling beautiful and free. She adores the many shades of bold yellow, soft gold, and the grays and whites in-between.

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_{𝑅𝑒𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅 𝐼𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃}

— ۵ ۞ ۵ —

Relationship Status:

Single

Sexuality:

Bisexual

Partner:

N/A.

Ex-Partner:

TBD

Father:

No step-father

Mother:

Lillian Lucasta

Siblings:

Will Solace - Half-Brother
Kalinda Franklins - Half-Sister

Legacy:

Helios, The Chariot God

Pets:

A golden retriever named Hope

Other:

N/A

𝒟𝑒𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝑅𝑒𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅 𝐼𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃

_{𝒟𝑒𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝑅𝑒𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅 𝐼𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃}

— ۵ ۞ ۵ —

Relationships Between Friends:

۞ Name of friend here ۞
"𝒮𝓂𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒."

۵ A little more in depth relationship. This will change as the roleplay goes on. People can become closer, farther apart. Even romance can blossom. It's all up to you.

۞ Name of friend here ۞
"𝒮𝓂𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒."

۵ A little more in depth relationship. This will change as the roleplay goes on. People can become closer, farther apart. Even romance can blossom. It's all up to you.

۞ Name of friend here ۞
"𝒮𝓂𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒."

۵ A little more in depth relationship. This will change as the roleplay goes on. People can become closer, farther apart. Even romance can blossom. It's all up to you.

۞ Name of friend here ۞
"𝒮𝓂𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒."

۵ A little more in depth relationship. This will change as the roleplay goes on. People can become closer, farther apart. Even romance can blossom. It's all up to you.

۞ Name of friend here ۞
"𝒮𝓂𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒."

۵ A little more in depth relationship. This will change as the roleplay goes on. People can become closer, farther apart. Even romance can blossom. It's all up to you.

۞ Name of friend here ۞
"𝒮𝓂𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒."

۵ A little more in depth relationship. This will change as the roleplay goes on. People can become closer, farther apart. Even romance can blossom. It's all up to you.

۞ Name of friend here ۞
"𝒮𝓂𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒."

۵ A little more in depth relationship. This will change as the roleplay goes on. People can become closer, farther apart. Even romance can blossom. It's all up to you.

۞ Name of friend here ۞
"𝒮𝓂𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒."

۵ A little more in depth relationship. This will change as the roleplay goes on. People can become closer, farther apart. Even romance can blossom. It's all up to you.

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_{𝒫𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝐼𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃}

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Personality:

Bubbily ☼ Energetic ☼ Overtly Positive ☼ Easy to Please ☼ Friendly ☼ Lovable ☼ Carefree ☼ Overworries ☼ Prone to opinions about her ☼ Insecure to a degree ☼ Often forgetful ☼ Easily discouraged

Vivian embodies just about everything you or anyone could possibly imagine or want from a Daughter of the Greek God of Sun, Music, and Art. She embodies a liveliness that is infectious. Her smile and her laugh, the way she carries herself and how always - always - Vivian Lucasta can both make herself the life and center of the party (or any group/crowd for that matter) and not appear to be as though she wanted is both something that speaks to her character and how she never actively seeks attention. She also will never talk negatively about anyone or anything. A good girl to her core, Vivian believes there is good in just about anyone she meets. It doesn’t matter if they have been known to do bad things to people she has known to love or if they thought about doing these horrible things. Through it all, VIvian has been brought up to see the good in everyone and she continues to see the good in people now.

While Vivian is certainly the kind of person who will show an overly-positive demeanor with an engaging, lovable, and often abrasive niceness, she isn’t without some easily-influenceable aspects to her overall being. Particularly, Vivian has a lot of insecurities about how she can be perceived and most importantly, this happy-go-lucky valley girl is one of the easiest people to discourage and influence. Because she is so naive and so absolutely ignorant to a lot of things, to get her to see that one person might be good even when they are not is almost comedic in how she will never see the truth coming. And even then, Vivian’s still pretty clueless and doesn’t know if so and so was actually a horrible person or not. That part of her brain has been wired to only see the light, never the darkness. It’s both a blessing and a curse.

There also seems to be a bit of an inner-airhead when it comes to the Daughter of Apollo. It’s not that she doesn’t have a brain or any sign of intelligence up in her noggin, but because she is easily influenced by anyone who would dare want to use her in such horrible ways, she is also quite forgetful. She doesn’t forget names or faces or anything like that, but some important information like tests, where she was told to meet people - or hell, even something so short term as for where the gym is can slip her mind. But she does it all in such a cute way that people just laugh it off. But if there’s one person who’ll always give her crap about this particular aspect about her.

Likes:

✔ THE SUN and summer, too!
✔ Blueberry anything: muffins, cookies, pancakes, waffles, smoothies -- you name it.
✔ The beach, or generally just being out in the sunshine.
✔ Music and the arts
✔ Competition. Vivian might be easily dissuaded but there’s something exciting about the games at Camp like the tower and everything else.
✔ Helping others
✔ Reality television
✔ Going for long walks on the beach

Dislikes:

✘ Snakes. Due to the curse laid upon her and her half-siblings, Vivian has a very intense dislike - and in some cases, fear - of snakes.
✘ Freezing weather. She loves being out in the sunlight, so the lack of it makes her hate the winter
✘ Her insecurities
✘ Bad vibes. Vivian is always so happy and she just hates it when there's negativity around her, or directed at her, or anywhere near her
✘ Not so much a dislike but a worry about children of Hecate due to their potential of curses. Vivian hates to even think about it, but the idea of curses -- such as the one cast upon her and her siblings. She just doesn't trust them in that regard.
✘ Peanuts. Not that she's allergic, but she just never has enjoyed the taste.
✘ Aggressive rock music

Biography:

Love is often hard to come by, especially in a world where it’s highly cynical of the concept of love, as well as the genuine concern that someone who shows even a little attention wants something in return.

And, usually that is the case, but it wasn’t the case for Lillian Lucasta. She was - and still is - a simple girl (well now woman) who was just twenty-one when she met the man of her dreams. For so long, she had the image of this man in her mind. Ever since she could think of the perfect man who could sweep her off her feet and make her feel truly special, the moment she met Apollo, the Greek God of the Sun and Music, proved to her that her dream guy didn’t even come close to him. The sweet smile he always gave her when she laughed and the way he made her feel every time they kissed and how he touched her.

Their time together was short, but it wasn’t the first time that Apollo graced Lillian with his presence. He showed up when she was giving birth to their daughter and he came back every three years. Apollo, though he was a god, tried to be involved in his daughter’s life as often as he could. And though it was hard for Lillian because Apollo ruined other guys for her and she couldn’t really love any other man. Still, there was no doubt in her mind that the fact her daughter had a relationship with him was more than enough to quell her heartbreak.

And it was for Vivian that knowing her father that shaped the girl into the kind of person she is now. Every three years, for a month, her father was around. Even when he wasn’t around physically, Apollo was there for her in other ways, too. Whenever she needed someone to talk to in her dreams, he was there. If she just needed to hear his voice, he’d talk to her in her mind. Vivian never cared that her father was a Greek God or whatever. She had grown up knowing that, but that didn’t matter. To her, he was her father - the light of her life and she was the light of his. Complicated or not, Apollo and his daughter Vivian have a relationship that is rare among the Godly Parents and their half-mortal children.

The fact that Vivian knew about her Godly parentage early on made the moments that led up to her godly abilities manifest not all too surprising. The only thing that caught the chipper girl by surprise was around the time she turned sixteen that she was given the biggest blow to her life thus far when Apollo and her mother sat her down and said that she was going to be shipped off to a special place in New York called Camp Half-Blood. Confusion set in, but after a few more times, she understood. It was a place for others like her who had a god or goddess for a parent and this place protected them as they learned how to harness their new-found abilities.

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_{𝒟𝑒𝓂𝒾𝑔𝑜𝒹 𝐼𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃}

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Cabin:

Seven - Apollo Cabin

Responsibilities:

Camper

Status:

Full-Time Camper

Abilities:

Photokinesis, Vitakinesis, and partial precognition

Form:

When at her strongest -- which is always in the afternoon -- Vivian’s body takes up a faint, golden glow. Her irises shine gold and white, her hair becomes more golden than it is, what would normally only be partial in regards to her powers, they become complete for a limited time. This form can only be possible during the summer, though, due to the sun being its hottest. It’s only triggered by extreme distress and/or a desperate need to protect.

Weapon/s:

Vivian has a shortsword named Aphelios, named for Vivian’s father, Apollo. It was one of the first things gifted to her by her father via a vision sent to her by Apollo after she arrived at Camp Half-Blood. It is a shortsword with an elaborate and luxurious design whose hilt is encrusted with solid gold and rubies scattered throughout. The handguard is that of golden hawk wings, and the blade is a solid gold-like steel. In its hidden form, Aphelios takes the form of a similarly-designed pen, much like Percy Jackson’s weapon, but it is gold with a red thrust device.

𝒟𝑒𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝒜𝒷𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝐼𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃

_{𝒟𝑒𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝒜𝒷𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝐼𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃}

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Abilities - In-Depth Look:

۞ Light of My Life — Partial Photokinesis ۞

۵ As a daughter of Apollo, Vivian is able to produce and manipulate a magnificent light drawn from the sun itself. It can take many forms, shapes, and, of course, has used in both offensive and defensive, both of which Viv neither lacks nor specializes in one or the other. It reacts in accordance to her emotions. In that, when she has the sudden urge to protect, it will shine so brightly to the point of blinding those her heart may deem a threat to her or whoever has the benefit of being behind her. Alternatively, in the rare instance that Vivian may act - oh, let’s say hostile - towards an individual or a group of individuals, the light will not show mercy. It will continue until the enemy is dealt with accordingly. A blast upon blast, waves of immeasurable force, and a thinly-veiled aura enhancing her demigodly capabilities just to ensure the desire of Vivian's heart is accomplished.

۞ Listen to Me - Vitakinesis ۞

۵Vivian wouldn’t consider a master healer by any right. She knows her limits and can’t do much past minor wounds, but something she can do is let the sound of her quote-unquote “angelic” voice soothe those who hear it and they will find that a cut they’ve received from a fight or even a partially-broken bone will be completely healed in minutes. The thing about her healing abilities is, yes it is very much in early stages of development, but Vivian’s own insecurities sometimes doesn’t allow for her to have complete-optimization of her potential.

۞ I Can See the Light - Partial Precognition ۞

۵ Like her father, Vivian can see into the future, but it is one, very inconsistent and two, never shows her more than a few seconds of a certain event.
Her vision comes in the form of literal flashes of light and almost unprompted. She can be walking and she’ll get a blacking-out-like experience as she sees events of an event in the future for a maximum of five seconds. It could be from one day or a year at the time of getting them. Or it could be a few seconds.
After she gets her visions, the knowledge is troubling and confusing, but Vivian gets plagued with headaches that only seem to go away when she sunbathes.

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_{𝒪𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝐼𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃}

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Weaknesses:

Vivian’s main weakness isn’t necessarily one tied to her powers but rather, she is someone who suffers from a lack of confidence in herself and her abilities. As a result of this, what she might be capable of is hindered by the mental battle she loses with herself every day.

Other:

Vivian cooks regularly and has been noted in getting along with the Demeter kids due to their affiliation with the crops

Vivian likes to sing and play instruments. She can regularly be seen playing an acoustic guitar or a ukelele.

Theme Song:

Happy by Pharrell Williams

𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓂𝑒 𝒮𝑜𝓃𝑔

Face-Claim:

AnnaSophia Robb

Color Code:

Golden Rod/#daa520

- gif here-

The Key of Twilight (Kingdom Hearts AU)

I'm gonna have to pull out. Head's just not quite in it for this rp and I can't think of any solid character idea. Sorry!