TheHangedMan

The Greek Civil War (Based on the Percy Jackson series)

First Character up for review~! Will post the next one tomorrow because gods I'm sleepy

~(*o*)~

Dance with me peons~!

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Name:
Angela Hearth Celis

Age:
13

Gender:
Female

# Of Years You've Attended CHB:
0.7 (8.4 months)

Godly Parent:
Hestia (Claimed by Dionysus; asides Cleo, only the cabin leader of his cabin knows about this)

Which Side You're On:
Neutral (Leaning on Zeus)

Appearance:

Short, adorably so, in fact. Angela is not all that heavy either. She stands at 131^cm (4.3^ft) and weighs about 41^kg (90^lbs); her skin is light brown. She has a egg-shaped face with bright, dark brown eyes and long straight black hair tied into a single braid held by a golden band.

Angela has a habit of wearing long, clothing like skirts or tunics to hide various scars she's received from monsters. These scars are heal-able if she so chooses, but for whatever reason she does not heal them.

Skills:
Empathy - Not a power or a ability; Angela, being an extremely caring person, is extremely sensitive to the feeling so of others, to the point where it's almost like mind-reading when she tries to find out what's wrong so as to help them.

Singer - Not as good as children of Apollo or other music-related gods, but it's still very soothing to listen to. She's particularly good at singing lullabies.

First-Aid - she can preform first aid. Nothing magical, just band-aids and stuff.

Friend of Monsters - for some reason, she can befriend some monster. Not much of a skill, it seems, until you consider that they become potential allies and guardians for her in the future.

Powers:
Warmth - She can make people feel warm and fend off the cold.

Sanctuary - Angela can declare any building with a fireplace as a home and sanctuary. As long as she is conscious, no one, barring gods and Titans working together with a demigod, can destroy said sanctuary and neither can anyone inside it be harmed. Drains her stamina extremely quickly. She can keep it active for a longer amount of time by sacrificing her lifespan.

Personality:
A simple word to sum up Angela would be: Saint - the girl is as self-sacrificing and loving as a person can get. Perhaps even beyond what is possible. She is a martyr and a good one at that. Angela always forgives, and this attitude doesn't just apply to humans and demigods, no, she applies this same self-sacrificing martyrdom to monsters and various gods as well.

Any form of hostility is practically impossible for her. She is for the most part silent, choosing to act rather than talk, and abhors violence. Some may call her naive or otherwise faking it, but the truth of the matter is that this is just who she is. She is not blind to how dark the world can get, but she is often found to remind people that there's such thing as brightness in the world as well.

She is a deep and thoughtful thinker, often struggling with how she balances the lives of others against her own - she would sacrifice herself in a heartbeat, but she ponders often on what her death would truly mean for others. She is a bit afraid of having her death be meaningless, even worse, she's afraid of her life being meaningless.

History:

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As a demigod, she is a singular, one of a kind existence - her godly parent is Hestia, one of the Virgin Goddesses, and a farmer. The goddess of the hearth chanced upon her father some point just before the Second Titanomachy. At the time, he was still a young boy, no older than twelve. What drew him to her initially was his gathering of wood for fire, and since then, she had constantly visited him. She changed her form to match his growing one, appearing to grow older with him. The boy, Aldo Celis, was a simple man with an extraordinary heart. He was perseverant, passionate, caring, and tender, like the stroke of a fire from a the hearth.
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Years passed since their initial meeting, and he was now a young man of 18. Hestia, at this time, had a bad premonition. This feeling spurred her to reveal her identity to him. His reaction was not what she expected; apparently, he had already known. He did not know exactly what she was, though, just that she was special. He thanked her for being honest with him. Hestia told him about her premonition, warned him to be careful, and finally, promised to protect him. It was not an oath to the Styx, merely a promise between two who had known and come to love each other through the years.
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Then, came the Civil War.
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Before it erupted, there were stirring of it, and with them her premonition grew stronger. As was natural, she kept herself neutral, all the while looking after those things that were close to her - Aldo included. For some years there was simple conflict, nothing open yet, and Hestia grew relaxed. That, unfortunately, was a mistake.
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Though the gods did not act against each other, their conflict affected the performance of their children, demigods who were supposed to destroy monsters and keep the balance began disrupting it instead. Mortals were caught in the crossfire, more than what could be counted, and for a single, brief moment, Hestia was caught off guard. In that time, Aldo was killed. He had died trying to stop demigods from fighting each other, only to be struck by the monster that they were supposed to be fighting. Hestia was there in a moment, but it was too late.
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While he was dying, Hestia confessed, and promised that more than his memory, his legacy of kindness would live on. The promise was a bit late, it seemed, but to Hesita, she felt that perhaps it provided a sense of ease as he died. As his soul escaped his body, Hestia took a part of it, focusing on the best parts of Aldo; his kindness, his gentleness, his hear and his love. For nine months, she shaped the remnants of his soul, mixing her energy with his, and gave 'birth' to Angela.
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It was when she was fully shaped that Hestia slapped herself for her lack of foresight. She had no one to raise her new child, not to mention the number of people who would target her. She called Dionysus, who owed her many favors, and asked him to assist in hiding her child. She was hidden in a discreet orphanage near Camp-Half-Blood, were Dionysus and her could keep an eye out for her without being suspicious.
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Angela grew up like with her fathers personality - no, it would be more correct to say she grew up with too much of it. Hestia had taken the best parts, yes, but she had not tempered it or balanced it properly. Angela was helpful to the extent where it sometimes seemed like she wasn't even human anymore. She was kind and gentle to the point where it was physically harming her! Monsters that approached her, intending to eat her, half of the time became her friends and sometimes protectors, but not before injuring her in some form of the other. The other half, the ones that were all but determined to kill her, were in turn killed mercilessly and brutally by Cleo, often without her knowledge. Other people where prone to take advantage of her, due to her nature, which Angela gladly allowed - if they needed help, she would give it. For her that was simple logic.
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It was in this same orphanage that she met Cleo. For some reason, the older boy immediately attached himself to her, growing protective and harsh to anyone who so much as tried to harm her. She often acted as a counter influence against his more violent and sadistic tendencies. Once she turned thirteen, Cleo himself took her to Camp Half-Blood, where she was claimed by Dionysus. So far, the only ones aware of her true parentage are Hestia, Dionysus, Cleo and the head of Dionysus Cabin. Not even she herself knows about her relationship to Hestia.

The Greek Civil War (Based on the Percy Jackson series)

Okay, after some debate, both of my characters godly parents have become possibly become controversial. The female's mother, as stated earlier, is Hestia, while the male, who was originally supposed to be a son of Nemesis, hit a point of contention; now I'm torn - Son of Nemesis, goddess of Balance, Retribution and Righteous Indignation, and counterpart of Tyche (good fortune) -OR- Son of Moros, god of IMPENDING DOOM and the End of Someone's Destiny, and the counterpart of Elpis (Hope).

Both are children of Nyx, and siblings of Thanatos (peaceful death) and Ker (violent death)

Problem is, Moros, according to myth, is one of those gods that's outside of even Zeus's jurisdiction; he's a Fate in all but name, but still technically a regular god, so I have no idea what to do.

Opinions anyone? :P

Mana-Script Academy For The Gifted Reboot

Oh my~! Slick you naughty naughty boy! Don't worry, I'm sure that Deus or Ryan will reciprocate your feelings!

The Greek Civil War (Based on the Percy Jackson series)

Any problems with my char. concepts?

The Dead Rising [HOTD Closed]

Should I get a post up or wait for anyone else to post~? :3

The Greek Civil War (Based on the Percy Jackson series)

@Shadowcatcher

Ah, well, the reason I asked if I needed to PM was in case of unwanted clogging of the OCC. If you're fine with me discussing that here, then I'll do so :)

Anyway, I have two characters in mind, one male one female; both are 'neutral', however that term is very loose when applied to them. The male is truly neutral in the sense that he wants to screw both sides over, while the female does what she can to appease both sides. The male is slightly inclined to Athena's side, while the female is slightly inclined to Zeus's side. With just a little bit of persuasion, the female can be convinced to fully support Zeus, however the male cannot be persuaded to follow any side.

The male, in terms of godly parent and abilities is pretty standard, even if his personality isn't, so I don't really feel the need to ask if he's permissible. The problem is the girl, due to her godly parent being unorthodox - for plot and for other stuff, the girls godly mother is Hestia, conceived by using similar methods to Athena. I don't feel the need to ask about her powers or skills, seeing as the only thing she can do is make people feel warm and calm them down, but I'm sure some people will have questions :D

Anyway, that's about it until I work on the CS proper.

The Dead Rising [HOTD Closed]

@joeycbee No need to ask. I'll be here until the RP dies or I say so :3

Mana-Script Academy For The Gifted Reboot

Why Slick? Why would you do this! If you wanted to get into the girls dorms to peek, you didn't have to be so secretive about it~!

The Greek Civil War (Based on the Percy Jackson series)

@Knight of Doom I have an idea for a character. Should I send you the PM or discuss it here?

Werewolf Roleplay - OPEN

~Blanc Skavdr~

Blanc, again, was truly grateful to Sasha for helping out when he was in the forest, but right now, that gratitude was an afterthought. He was too busy being nervous to remember it.

He'd been instructed by the same girl to follow a couple or so people to what she called 'Sacred Grounds'; as someone who would like to call himself religiously tolerant, he didn't raise any eyebrows over this, but he was wondering why he was asked to follow them. He didn't question it, however, and simply did as asked - just a small step to paying the debt he owed Sasha.

Then came the bodies.

They came in, carrying them, and had been doing so for the entirety of their (relatively) silent walk. Blanc wasn't marvelously intelligent by any means, but even he could put two-and-two together. The words Sacred Grounds and Corpse went through his head and he was suddenly not feeling to excited about accompanying these people, who he had yet to be introduced to or else he had forgotten their names, to the grounds.

To make matters worse, that stinging heat or jolt or whatever, had yet to disappear. In fact, it had grown exponentially worse. Hanging around these people was unhealthy for him. Literally.

The group got close to a little clearing, which Blanc assumed was the Sacred ('Burial?') Grounds. Wracking up his nerves, Blanc asked: "So, uh, what exactly are you four doing?"

If Blanc or anyone had paid attention to his words carefully, they would realize that he had said four; there were four people in the group, including Blanc himself. He was addressing four people, not including himself. Not even Blanc noticed this little slip of the tongue.