Emma

[This Roleplay Is Closed] - Camp Half-Blood (Demigod RP)

Appearance

Name: Amaryllis Lucille Irving
Alias/ Nickname: Amara, Lissie, Ammie.
Age: 9
Gender: Female
Cabin: Four

Family
Godly Parent: Demeter
Human Parent: Lionel Irving; Wildlife Biologist
Legacy: Nemesis - Five generations ago

General Information

Personality: Amara is stubborn, strong willed, and intelligent. An old soul type of child, mature and innocent all at once. She does not warm to strangers easily, and appears afraid of nothing. She controls her emotions within herself, and unlike many her age is not a big crier or hyper kid. She is slightly detach from her emotions, but she is even tempered, controlled, and emotionally mature. She wants to be strongly independent, but being so young that's not always possible. Amaryllis is very smart, and is particularly tuned into nature. She loves books, and stories, a way to escape into her mind to a fantasy world. She is the protector of people she loves, extremely loyal, a "always has their back," kind of girl, She is organized and has an excellent attention span. As she grows older the more sly, brave, and Prudent she becomes. Don't cross her,she has a tendency for revenge and holding grudges...she can be a fierce little monster when she wants to be.

Likes: Reading, birds, cats, carousels, riding horses, coconut, fancy stones, and little trinkets.
Dislikes: Spiders, angry yelling, sour candies, taking medicine, wearing shoes, and the smells of coffee, and rum.

Talents: Self Control, Horse back riding, gardening, and running fast.

Biography: Amaryllis's mother Demeter, had wrapped baby Amara in a soft cotton blanket, and placed her in a wicker bassinet, flowers woven throughout it, kissing her on the forehead she left the newborn to her father Lionel Irving. Her father found her in the middle of his living room, only five minutes later as he walked through his front door after a long day at work, and so began her life.

By the time she could walk her father was all ready telling her tales and stories about who her mother was. She lived in a happy caring environment and spent most days helping her grandma in the garden, reading books, climbing trees in the yard, riding her horse, chasing birds, making mud pies, and exploring her grandmothers huge Victorian house. Once she was old enough to go to school, her father enrolled her in the elementary school down the street. School was strange for her as she had never really been around children her age, but after a few weeks she settled into it, and even made a few friends.

Parents day came around, and all the kids in class had there moms and dad with them, except for Amara who only had her grandma show up, because her father had a emergency at work. All the kids proudly showed their parents around the classroom, presented their macaroni art, paper mache globes, and Popsicle stick birdhouses. The next day at school two kids in her class Billy, and Franny began teasing her, that her 'mom' was an old lady. Amara explained to them that the person with her yesterday was her grandma, and then she went on to say that her mom was the goddess Demeter. Everyone called her a lair, even her friends looked at her funny, and this all lead to a fight a recess, where Amara ripped a big chunk of hair out of Franny's scale and pushed her onto the ground before the play ground monitor got to them. Two weeks lunch detention, and weekly visits with the school counselor where what followed. The kids in school stopped playing with her.

Two months before her eight birthday, a monster attacked her house, resulting in her grandmother having a stroke, and her dad almost losing a limb. After that there was three most attacks, and her father finally decided it was safest for her to live at Camp half-Blood, so he dropped her off three weeks after her 9th birthday.

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Weapon Information
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Other
Other: She knows Sign Language, because her grandmother is deaf.

[This Roleplay Is Closed] - Camp Half-Blood (Demigod RP)

Name: Myra Gene Stuart
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Cabin: one

Family
Godly Parent: Zeus
Human Parent: Renee Stuart; was a Chemist for a Cosmetic Company before she died.
Legacy: Hestia

General Information

Personality: Myra is a clever, intelligent and quick-witted girl, with a curious nature, and a direct way of approaching things, she is not afraid to speak her mind. Her father once described her as being reckless, and a daydreamer. She is an energetic, and nice girl. She is a very forgiving person, and unselfish, but also Stubborn. She becomes unhappy when someone says something she dislikes, disagrees with, or when she is talked down to, and will attack back when threatened. She’s a tough kid, and considerds her friends and family the only thing worth protecting.

Likes: Music, art, family, lilacs, nature, cold weather, Chinese food, and writing.
Dislikes: Wearing makeup, Disorganization, Lima beans, snails, Sweating, and doctor appointments.

Talents: Writing, playing piano, archery, swimming.

Biography: Myra was born to her mortal mother Renee Stuart, divorced mother of three tweens, and was surprised to find herself pregnant at the age of 41. Myra was raised by a single mother in a four bedroom apartment in Seattle; alongside her much older siblings, Janice, Paul, and Roger. Being without a father didn't bring her and her mother close, like in many cases, because even though she loved her mom, she resented her for never being home, and putting her job first, leaving Myra to take care of her self, seeing as her older siblings were not the most responsible people in the world.

She learned from a very early age that no one else could do what she could, and she was pretty sure she was crazy, and it was all hallucinations. Though her mother when she was around would always try to reassure Myra that she was not crazy, and she would tell her that her father was the same as her. These stories, didn't really help her feel normal, or happy. So she learned to ignore and pretend she couldn't control air, electricity, and weather at will. When she was nine all of her half siblings where in college or getting married, and she was the only one at home.

When she was eleven her mother was diagnosed with lung cancer, and she was her caretaker for the next two years until she died. She felt completely alone in the world. Being only thirteen the state placed her in short term foster care until the could find a family member to take her in. Three weeks later she went to live with her Aunt Sue in California.

She had thought her aunt was one of those spinster, cat ladies that you hear about, Her house was cluttered with collectible teacups, and porcelain figurines, she had six cats who were all named after famous poets. And she spent most of her time sewing quilts, doing jigsaw puzzles, and watching soap operas on tv. But Myra got to know her aunt better as time passed. She had been married once, to a man named Ross, and they had two children together. Tragically they all died in a house fire fifteen years ago, and then she became a shut in. She was a kind woman, and let Myra do as she pleased, as long as she was home before ten, and didn't fail any classes in school.

Life went on she made only two friends in school, one named Harris Willard, a wheelchair-bound flamboyant boy who was her satyr protector, not that she knew that. And second was a nerdy brace-face girl named Aimee, who was obsessed with collecting horse figurines, and slam poetry. ADHD, and Dyslexia made school hard for her, she hated anything having to do with reading and writing, until she found she could read Greek one, and writing became her favorite thing in the whole world.

A monster attacked her one evening when she was fourteen, and Harris reveled himself as her protector in order to save her, then she was on her way to camp half-blood the next day. She has been there since, happy to know she was not crazy, like she suspected.

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Lost Flight of Eden [Closed]

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So sorry I've been missing. My brother had a stroke a few days ago and I've been with him. I will be in and out until things are settled.

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i'll have another post up sometime tomorrow. :D

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Felicia

Felicia walked quickly through the airport as her mother nagged her and her older brother Harley, about everything she could think of. after checking their luggage and going through security, it was time to bored the fight. "You take care of your sister. Love you both, and remember this is temporary." Their mother said kissing them on the cheek. Felicia rub her cheek and rolled her eyes at her mother. Harley groaned and that was that. Her and Harley were sitting in their seats on a flight to Australia, to live with there Aunt Susanna, until their parents sorted out there issues. There was a pregnant woman sitting to her right, and on her left her Harley was already playing his ipad, and ignoring everything around him. Middle seats sucked, but she was planning on sleeping and listening to her ipod for the whole flight. The pregnant woman introduced herself as Erica, and proceeded to treat Fee like she was a four year old, which made Fee raise her eyebrows and stick her ear-buds in her ears. The inflight movie started it was ‘finding nemo’, a movie she had seen about a million times. Harley was preoccupied playing candy crash on his ipad, and Fee was growing border by the minuet.

Hours past, and through all the turbulence, and thunder noise, Fee was fast asleep. Then came the screaming, as the plane jerked about in the air and the front of it ripped away, The Erica woman was screaming, and her brother looked to be in complete shock, as his eyes rolled back and he fainted. Then they hit the ground, fire, screaming, crying, twisted metal, and flying wreckage. Harley was dead, practically decapitated from a huge chunk of metal through his neck, and the pregnant woman, who had been tightly grasping Felicia's hand, had stop screaming and gone limp, Fee was shaking, she was alive. She un-wedged herself from the broken flaming seat that had her pinned, and checked the Erica woman’s pulse...Nothing. Looking around her dead bodies and flames, she covered her mouth with her sleeve and she squinted through the smoke for an exit, her brain was in survival mode, as she climbed out of the wreckage, only to look back for her brother, seeing his lifeless body, and crawl back to him. The rain from the storm that hit the plane was still going strong, and it put out the fires around her, as she passed out from hyperventilating and crying, her older brothers blood all over her hands, and shirt. Less than a dozen or so people were still alive, some wounded others helping pull out bodies.

She woke up, and looked at her brothers lifeless body again, she was in shock and her emotions had no time to catch up to her, as she catatonically walked out of the plane. Their were others on the sandy beach, who were alive. She knelt down in the sand and broke down. Physically she only had scraps and bruises.

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Janelle

Janelle was on her fathers private jet when it had to take an emergency fuel stop in Washington, DC. Jana was on her way to Australia for her brothers wedding, why the hell he was having it in Australia was a mystery, he and his bride to be were not even from there. Really if they wanted a romantic destination wedding Italy, France, practically any other option would have been great.

Todd the pilot, walked over to her, as she waited in the Jet to be on their way. "Um, Miss Mason, take off will be delayed for...quite awhile, their seems to be some trouble with the engine, if you don't want to wait, there is a flight leaving this airport to our same destination. its leaving in thirty minutes. Should I send Cameron to get you tickets." He asked to her.

"Yes, that would be great." She said to him. Todd had worked as the pilot for her family for the last nine years, so he knew how she felt about waiting.

She rolled her loui vuitton luggage behind her as she walked across the crowed airport to her new flight, sadly she had to sit in coach, as all the first class was taken.

Getting to her seat she buckled herself in, and opened up her magazine.

.....

A dozen hours later she was freaking out along with the rest of the passengers, as the plane ripped into two, Jana was in the front part of the plane, she saw people falling out of there seats and into the cold ocean waves below, people holding on for dear life, and trying to catch the hands of the falling. You could see people with there mouths open, screaming but the wind and rain the zip of the air as you fell drowned out all noise.

Still buckled into her seat, the plane part she was in slammed into the water. She held her breath, and unbuckled her seat belt as quickly as she could, It seemed to take her forever to brake to the surface, her lungs burned. Her clothes weighing her down, and her jimmy choos not fit for swimming, she was shedding layers of clothes one by one, as she came to the top of the water, she took as deep breathe in and she promptly unsnapped and ripped her shoes, letting the see swallow them up.

Swimming to shore was seemed to take ages. Jana was in shape but not for a mile long swim in stormy waters. Crawling to shore she was, soaking wet, cold, silently freaking out she, coughing up salt water, and trying to hold back the screams that had been waiting to come out since she was in the air.

Emma's Amazing Characters !!!!!!

Name: Amy Angeline Moray

Age: 8 1/2

Gender: Female

History: Born April 11th, Amy was the third child born to Isabelle and Ron Moray. With two older brothers, three younger sisters, five cats, two dogs, three horses, and a dozen or so chickens, she grew up in a full house, were she was home schooled by her mother along side her siblings, and her father worked as a engineer. For her short eight years of life it has been rather sheltered, but filled with happy, creative, and fun days. Days filled playing with her siblings on there 10 acre property, climbing trees, riding horses, helping her mother in the garden, chasing birds, swimming in the lake, and making mud pies. Amy's mother was what some would call a hippie, and she raised her kids up with her eco-friendly, holistic, organic, non-toxic, natural, no electronics, hippie beliefs. Creativity and art was a big part of Amy's life, painting, singing, drawing, and dancing around the house. Her Father won 20,000 dollars from a lottery, and her parents decided to spend the money on there first family vacation, and then the plane crashed.

Other:
Suitcase
Packed Clothing
Her Carry-on bag
In Her Carry-on

Emma's Amazing Characters !!!!!!

Name: Piper Cameron

Age: 26

Gender: Female

History:Piper was born in jail to Molly Cameron. Molly, was 6 months pregnant when she shot her boyfriend Juan Martinez to death one summer night. Juan was Piper's biological father. Molly got 40 to life and gave birth to Piper in jail. And so Piper was raised by her grandmother Ruth, along with her older half-brothers Tyson and Connor. It was a rather good life, there grandmother was strict but loving. Sadly when she was eight her grandmother died. Then Piper went into the foster system, and her brothers went to live with their drunk biological father in Detroit.

She went through many different foster families in the past ten years. When she was ten she was sent to a new foster family. The Wife was a druggie and the Husband was hardly around, always working or drinking at the local bar. Piper was left most of the time with there Son, who was twenty, and like little girls, as did his friends, which made the next year living hell, until she was placed with a another family, after her teacher found and reported the abuse.

When she was twelve she got to live with her older brothers in there new apartment, but only eleven month later she was taken away from her brothers by CPS, because Connor went to jail for stealing a car, and driving drunk, and Tyson was underage and could not legally be her guardian. She was sent to live with another foster family, mainly a bunch of old pot smoking hippies with a million other foster kids living there, just for the cash. She being 12, and the oldest foster kid pretty much was the parent in that home, taking care of all the younger kids, until she was sent to Sunnyvale home for Girls when she turned fifteen. Sunnyvale was a girls group home for Homeless teen girls/Juvie Girls/Teen girls in the foster system without a foster family.

When she turned seventeen she got another foster family, which was her last one because she became an emancipated minor only six months later. They were the Braxton Family witch consists of Martha the drunk crack whore wife, Billy the pot growing wife beating gang member, and there two Sons, Nick, and William Jr., both of whom where little bastards who kill stray animals for fun and played with fire.

After graduating high school with honors she was granted two scholarships to the university of her choice. She chose to go to Columbia, She was pre-med for three years and then switched to Anthropology major, with a minor in biology. After graduating she rented an apartment and found her self a job at a research company. With the extra money she had saved up over the years she dicided that before she started her job she would go on a well deserved vacation. And that's how she ended up on the plane.

Other:
Suitcase

In Suitcase

WIP

Packed Clothing
Purse
In Purse

Emma's Amazing Characters !!!!!!

Name: Anthony Eckert "Tony"

Age: 24

Occupation: Beach Lifeguard, Part Time Bartender, and wannabe pro surfer.

Personality: (reveled in IC)

Bio: Tony is, for the most part, a pretty normal guy, minus the fact he sees freaky looking things, that no one else can...

Tony was raised by a single mom named Hilary; his father left before he was even born. Being without his father didn't bring him and his mother close, like in many cases, because even though he loved her, he resented her for always taking off with random boyfriends and leaving him to fend for himself, for days on end. He learned from a very early age that no one else could see what he could, and he was pretty sure he was crazy, and it was all hallucinations. Though his mother would always try to reassure him that he was not crazy, and she would tell him about her grandmother, who had told her stories as a young girl, about things called Shades, and that every few generations people in there family were born with a gift to see these Shade creatures. These tales and stories, didn't really help him feel normal, or happy. So he learned to ignore and pretend he couldn't see 'Shades'.

When he was thirteen his mother was diagnosed with lung cancer, and he was her caretaker for the next two years until she died. He felt completely alone in the world. Being only fifteen the state placed him in short term foster care until the could find a family member to take him in. Three weeks later he met his Aunt Sue for the first time. He remembered his mother saying she had a older sister a few times, That Sue was from her fathers first marriage and she was ten years older then her. But that was basically it. So he moved to California to live with her.

He had thought his aunt was one of those spinster, cat ladies that you hear about, Her house was cluttered with collectible teacups, and porcelain figurines, she had six cats who were all named after famous poets. And she spent most of her time sewing quilts, doing jigsaw puzzles, and watching soap operas on tv. But Tony got to know his aunt better as time passed. She had been married once, to a man named Ross, and they had two children together. Tragically they all died in a house fire 17 years ago, and then she became a shut in. She was a kind woman, and let Tony do as he pleased, as long as he was home before ten, and didn't fail any classes in school.

Life went on he made friends in school, got a girlfriend, and learned to surf. And finally he was eighteen and graduating high school. His Aunt offered to pay for college but he just wanted to start his own adult life. So he got a job as a lifeguard, and moved in with his friend Ben. Spending his free time surfing, and trying not to feel crazy.

Now he is 24, with his own apartment, and two jobs.

Sighted: Yes

Other: Saldly of the few girlfriends he has had they all ended quickly after he told them he could see things. Schizophrenia, hallucinations, cry for attention, active imagination, physic abilities... among other things, were what his exs chopped it up to.

Emma's Amazing Characters !!!!!!

Name: Bisera

Human Alias: Bridget Odile

Age: ~Late Teens in appearance.

Appearance: Her pearl white skin, has an inhumanly iridescent shine to it, and under moonlight has a slight glow. She has pale red markings around her eyes that fade into her cheeks, making her look eternally sleep deprived, or permanently bruised. Her hair is light silver, and she typically wears it up, with small braids pinned and hanging here or there. Her eyes are the color of faded lilac petals. Bisera is 5'5" and weights practically nothing, very thin in her true form; bony describes her body rather well. With her ribs, spine, wrist, collar, and ankle bones all visible. Her wings look as if there are made of sleek metal and glimmering gems.

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Façade: Bisera's facade conceals her wings, strange skin, and markings. She changes her hair color to light blonde, her eyes to a pale blue, and her skin to a typical human peach tone. When mingling with the humans she typically wears, flowy dresses, made of lace, cotton, or chiffon, and is quite fond of pastels and light colors. Like most all Shades, she is attractive and has flawless skin.

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Personality: Bisera is optimistic, strong willed, and a free-spirit. An old soul type, mature and innocent all at once. Extremely quirky with a serene disposition, and many eccentric qualities. She is also really intelligent and unusually perceptive, not that anyone can tell thought, most think she is loony or clueless. She appears afraid of nothing. Distant and dreamy; she sometimes drifts away from conversation she does not find interesting. She is not easily upset or agitated, even in stressful, or difficult circumstances. She is not gullible, and she has extremely good Judge of character, thought she is nonjudgmental and accepting of the others around her, unless they are outright evil to the ones she loves. She finds beauty and love in ordinary things. She is an adventurous, curious, whimsical woman.

Bio: Bisera was born to her mother a Shade woman named Tallis, who was the lover of a high born Shade man named Diavel. Tallis bore him four daughters and two sons over a span of about 3000 years, Bisera being the last born. Her father Diavel was killed under the kings command only a few months after she turned two years old; thus causing her mother, Tallis to became withdrawn and to go in and out of a severely dangerous mental state, which would end the lives of hundreds of human girls. Little Bisera was then taken to live with her older sisters, the twins Rozelle, and Pember.

Growing up was idyllic, being raised mainly by her nurturing sister Rozelle, and carefree sister Pember. They lived together in a small cottage in the middle of a great forest in Europe. Pember came and went as she pleased, bringing friends and fanfare along where ever she went. Bisera spent her days exploring the forests and pulling pranks on the humans in the far off village, blissfully ignorant as most youth are.

When she was eleven, her brother Lancifer came to visit for the first time, and with some harmless eavesdropping Bisera came to learn the truth about her mother and other Shade issues of the time. She found all the new knowledge and information to be wonderful, the world was much bigger then the little cottage in the forest. When she was thirteen she used her glamouring ability to appear before humans as a human, after she had heard rumors about two Shade Men doing as such. Gossip and information came to her via the coming and going entourage of her older sister Pember, and the yearly visit from her brother Vetis who always knew everything that was going on in the Shade world. Three months after she turned sixteen, people from the village came and burned the cottage down, fear and suspicion among the humans was becoming and epidemic in the area. Rozelle chose to head west towards were the Kings court was, and Bisera of course came with, though only a year later she set out on her own beginning her own travels at the age of seventeen, which was rather young for a shade.

When Bisera was twenty-two it was decided by Rozelle, Lancifer, Vetis, and many other Shades, that is was high time to do something about Tallis, who had been left to her own crazy mind, and killing spree for the last twenty years. And so Tallis was locked away for her own and others safety, all the murders pined on an insane human woman named Elizabeth Bathory.

259 years later her Sister Rozelle was killed by the shade man she had fallen in love with, for what reason no one ever figured out. Rozelle had basically been Bisera mother, so her death sent Bisera into a century long depression, to which she stay away from mostly everyone.

Bisera was an oddball even among the Shade kind; whimsy and bizarre, as many describe her. In her long lifetime she has met three humans with the sight. The First, was a young Bulgarian girl in 1455, her name was Ghena, who sadly died only nine years later from sweating sickness. The Second was a young french artist in 1829, who had secretly been following Shades around and drawing them, and surprisingly no Shade had noticed the human man following them around and staring at them from the shadows. Lastly, the latest human she had met who had the sight, was a young boy named Freddie, thought that was many years ago.

As for the past century she has been up and down the american west coast doing as she pleases.

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Family

Mother - Tallis - Imprisoned for her own good.
Father - Diavel - Deceased
Sister - Pember - Tess Pemberly
Sister - Rozelle - Deceased
Brother - Lancifer - Lance Smith
Sister - Enya - Kenyon Bronte
Brother - Vetis - Victor Nelson
Half-Sister - Yarrow - Yasmin Tanner