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"We're undercover. This is a very important undercover operation which you are endangering just by talking to us. Look, I have a gun. I am Detective Inspector Me. This is my partner, Detective Her."
"Her?"
"Me."
"Him?"
"Not me. Her"
"Me."
"You?"
"Yes."
"I'm sorry who are you?"
"I'm Her, he's Me. Got it? Good. You better get out of here before you blow our cover. They've got snipers."
"Her?"
"Me."
"Him?"
"Not me. Her"
"Me."
"You?"
"Yes."
"I'm sorry who are you?"
"I'm Her, he's Me. Got it? Good. You better get out of here before you blow our cover. They've got snipers."
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cough cough potter cough cough
rewrote the entire bio, enjoy
thank you, i made her for a previous camp half blood rp, but couldnt use her. Glad I can now though!
edited my post! Hope we can get started soon
thanks you guys, I will add the stuff you wanted bard when I get home
bump for 2015?
Astrid
Astrid stood in that exact spot where she had stood up just staring at the car that had blown up on her. Her clothes were slightly burned away by now, leaving her just in a bra and the rags of her jeans. Yet she could not move from her spot. Almost as if she was rooted to the ground by her fear and confusion.
Suddenly flinching at a large rough hand on her shoulder, Astrid whipped around to see a policeman standing next to her. He was taller than her with a kind face covered in a large brown beard. When the hell had the police gotten here? Without saying a word the man reached up his other hand, holding a blanket in it. With careful precision he wrapped the blanket around her shoulders, to cover her, allowing her to retain some of her modesty.
Astrid wandered around the burnt up parking lot with a vacant look in her eye. Like a lost sheep in a pasture she just walked slowly her mind slowly trying to comprehend what had happened. A sudden flash of memory brought her back to that moment when fire had engulfed her. The bright colors of yellow, orange, red, and white, so close. As if they actually touched her eyeball. Yet the heat from the flames. It hadn't... it hadn't hurt her. She was alive, after being in the middle of a giant explosion.
She kept walking her head bent down in an attempt to wrap her mind around the complex idea that she was somehow alive. With her head down she didn't see as she walked into two people. A man and woman that had also been at the explosion. They showed no signs at having actually been in the explosion, but besides her burnt clothes neither did she. Her blanket somewhat slipping down over her left shoulder she stared at the two for a moment blankly before softly saying, "I'm.. i'm sorry."
Astrid stood in that exact spot where she had stood up just staring at the car that had blown up on her. Her clothes were slightly burned away by now, leaving her just in a bra and the rags of her jeans. Yet she could not move from her spot. Almost as if she was rooted to the ground by her fear and confusion.
Suddenly flinching at a large rough hand on her shoulder, Astrid whipped around to see a policeman standing next to her. He was taller than her with a kind face covered in a large brown beard. When the hell had the police gotten here? Without saying a word the man reached up his other hand, holding a blanket in it. With careful precision he wrapped the blanket around her shoulders, to cover her, allowing her to retain some of her modesty.
Astrid wandered around the burnt up parking lot with a vacant look in her eye. Like a lost sheep in a pasture she just walked slowly her mind slowly trying to comprehend what had happened. A sudden flash of memory brought her back to that moment when fire had engulfed her. The bright colors of yellow, orange, red, and white, so close. As if they actually touched her eyeball. Yet the heat from the flames. It hadn't... it hadn't hurt her. She was alive, after being in the middle of a giant explosion.
She kept walking her head bent down in an attempt to wrap her mind around the complex idea that she was somehow alive. With her head down she didn't see as she walked into two people. A man and woman that had also been at the explosion. They showed no signs at having actually been in the explosion, but besides her burnt clothes neither did she. Her blanket somewhat slipping down over her left shoulder she stared at the two for a moment blankly before softly saying, "I'm.. i'm sorry."
Name: Astrid Bones
Age:19
Godly Parent: Zeus
Years at Camp: 5
Ability: limited flight, summoning lightning, charging her body like a battery to release electricity when needed,
Skills: fighting with a variety of weapons, pissing people off, taking control, being a leader
Weapon of Choice: Thunder
Appearance:
Astrid is pretty tall for being a girl, about 5'9". Her body is thin, though not lacking muscle. From afar it is easy to assume that she is weak, though she would kill you if you told that to her face. Half of Astrid's blonde-brunette colored hair is shaved. Often times she braids a strand of hair as a separator between the shaved and non-shaved part of her hair. Besides the normal piercings she has a small golden ring going through the top of her left ear. Her eyebrows are dark, lacing her blue eyes that vary depending on the weather and her mood.
Personality: Astrid seems like a very distant and cold person. Around people she seems to snap quickly, ready to jump on anything that they say. She is always expecting someone to be attacking her, causing her to constantly become stressed around people. Despite seeming to be permanently angry with people Astrid is a born leader. Maybe it came from her heritage, but when she steps up to take control people seem to follow. That is when she hasn't created discomfort between the two of them.
Brief History: Astrid grew up in a dump of a place with her step-father and step-sister Cleo. Sometime before she could remember, her mother had left their family and stuck them with her husband. Cleo was the light of her world, and the only reason she even returned home every day. As for her step-father, he was a drunk and very abusive while under the influence. More than once Astrid was force to go to school with a black eye or a bruise on her arm. The only reason the two girls weren't orphans yet was because of the child-welfare money their step-father could collect to get drunk on.
One night, late after the girls had finished their homework and were messing around the door burst open, revealing the intimidating figure of Cleo's father. He stood still only a moment before striding forward, a fire burning in his eyes. He shouted about something important that he had lost. Something Astrid never could remember about that night. After shoving Astrid back into a nearby wall, she lay there stunned, only able to watch the following events. Cleo's father grabbed her by the hair dragging her out of the room. Thumps and yelling proceeded their exit. Each resounding smack caused Astrid to flinch as if in physical pain herself. Finally able to stand in no longer she ran into the room after them to find Cleo on the ground bloody and bruising fast. Her step father was standing over her staring at the body of his daughter with a mixture of confusion and horror in his eyes. All Astrid saw was red around the edges of her eyes. Snatching up a lap from the shelf next to her, she brought it down on the hulking mans head, causing him to collapse. He didn't react by cry or pleading with her as she grabbed a fragment of the pottery and stabbed him with it, only lifted his head in preparation for the sharp edge.
With both her sister and step-father dead on the floor of their dirty shoddy apartment, Astrid could not stay there. She left immediately, without grabbing any of her stuff. Out the window and down the fire-escape and onto the streets. Astrid wandered around her days and weeks in a daze of that night's events, until eventually she found herself at Camp Half-Blood. Finally she was in a safe place, receiving support from kind figures, she only wished Cleo was there to see it all.
Age:19
Godly Parent: Zeus
Years at Camp: 5
Ability: limited flight, summoning lightning, charging her body like a battery to release electricity when needed,
Skills: fighting with a variety of weapons, pissing people off, taking control, being a leader
Weapon of Choice: Thunder
Appearance:
Astrid is pretty tall for being a girl, about 5'9". Her body is thin, though not lacking muscle. From afar it is easy to assume that she is weak, though she would kill you if you told that to her face. Half of Astrid's blonde-brunette colored hair is shaved. Often times she braids a strand of hair as a separator between the shaved and non-shaved part of her hair. Besides the normal piercings she has a small golden ring going through the top of her left ear. Her eyebrows are dark, lacing her blue eyes that vary depending on the weather and her mood.
Personality: Astrid seems like a very distant and cold person. Around people she seems to snap quickly, ready to jump on anything that they say. She is always expecting someone to be attacking her, causing her to constantly become stressed around people. Despite seeming to be permanently angry with people Astrid is a born leader. Maybe it came from her heritage, but when she steps up to take control people seem to follow. That is when she hasn't created discomfort between the two of them.
Brief History: Astrid grew up in a dump of a place with her step-father and step-sister Cleo. Sometime before she could remember, her mother had left their family and stuck them with her husband. Cleo was the light of her world, and the only reason she even returned home every day. As for her step-father, he was a drunk and very abusive while under the influence. More than once Astrid was force to go to school with a black eye or a bruise on her arm. The only reason the two girls weren't orphans yet was because of the child-welfare money their step-father could collect to get drunk on.
One night, late after the girls had finished their homework and were messing around the door burst open, revealing the intimidating figure of Cleo's father. He stood still only a moment before striding forward, a fire burning in his eyes. He shouted about something important that he had lost. Something Astrid never could remember about that night. After shoving Astrid back into a nearby wall, she lay there stunned, only able to watch the following events. Cleo's father grabbed her by the hair dragging her out of the room. Thumps and yelling proceeded their exit. Each resounding smack caused Astrid to flinch as if in physical pain herself. Finally able to stand in no longer she ran into the room after them to find Cleo on the ground bloody and bruising fast. Her step father was standing over her staring at the body of his daughter with a mixture of confusion and horror in his eyes. All Astrid saw was red around the edges of her eyes. Snatching up a lap from the shelf next to her, she brought it down on the hulking mans head, causing him to collapse. He didn't react by cry or pleading with her as she grabbed a fragment of the pottery and stabbed him with it, only lifted his head in preparation for the sharp edge.
With both her sister and step-father dead on the floor of their dirty shoddy apartment, Astrid could not stay there. She left immediately, without grabbing any of her stuff. Out the window and down the fire-escape and onto the streets. Astrid wandered around her days and weeks in a daze of that night's events, until eventually she found herself at Camp Half-Blood. Finally she was in a safe place, receiving support from kind figures, she only wished Cleo was there to see it all.
waiting for potter to put up his post so i can put up mine
sure, im down for a quest
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