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 Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2011 7:15 pm
Sage Skythian ɱє, ɱɣƨєʅƒ ʌɲɗ ɪ...  ƭɦɪƨ ɪƨ ɯɦʌƭ ɪ'ɱ υƨυʌʅʅɣ ƈʌʅʅєɗ Sage or anything else you can think of, I don't really care.ɦơɯ ɱʌɲɣ ƈʌɲɗʅєƨ ơɲ ƭɦɪƨ ƈʌƙєʡ 17ɯɦʌƭ ɪ υƨє ƭơ ɗєƒєɲɗ ɱɣƨєʅƒ. A pair of blades disguised as two bracelets. The blades can flip in and out, horizontally, and vertically, back behind my arm.. It's turned into a very graceful (and complicated) fighting style of mine. ɪƨɲ'ƭ ɪƭ ơƅvɪơυƨʡ ɪ'ɱʌ... Female ɣєʌɦ, ɪ ʛơƭ ƨƙɪʅʅ.Eh... Things I'm good at.... Well.... Umm... I can run really fast. Oh, and I'm good at gymnastics. I mean, really good. I'm limber and athletic. Even though gymnastics is the only sport I really do. Unless you include Parkour.... But most people don't. I can play piano, too, and I'm a natural born leader if you'd consider that a skill.ɱɣ ʛơɗʅɣ ƥʌɾєɲƭ Hermes ɱɣ ɱơɾƭʌʅ ƥʌɾєɲƭI'm embarrassed to say, but I don't really know. I'm adopted.ʅơvє ɪƭ!!! <3 Gymnastics
<3 Free running/Parkour (no, they are not the same thing)
<3 Sour candy
<3 Classical Music
<3 Four-wheelingɗєʅєƭє ɪƭ!!!... X Fighting
X Sweet foods
X Lovey-Dovey couples in public (Keep it at home!)
X Pink
X Hip-hop music>> ɱɣ ƭɾυє ɲʌƭυɾє << ɱɣ ɦυɱƅʅє ƅєʛɪɲɲɪɲʛƨ... Unlike most of the kids in camp, I'v been here for quite some time, stuck in that crowded Hermes cabin, hoping for the day that one of those uncaring gods would claim me so I could get out and get some peace and quiet. I arrived here when I was eight, scared out of my mind, but excited too.... You know, I think I'll start from the beginning.
I was born way down south on a small island called Key West. It was considered a part of Florida and the U.S., but it was mostly populated by the Cubans, who are just ninety miles away. I could see the coast of that territory from my back yard. Anyways, my dad worked for the coast guard, so he was often away on night runs, trying to catch the Cuban fugitives who were fleeing from their island to ours. It was always a huge matter when he left, and everyone in my family got really worked up about it, because, once the Cuban's touched Key West soil, they were citizens and could stay as long as they wanted. Personally, I didn't care if they were here or not, because they were all really nice. But the adults used to complain about them stealing our little Floridian jobs. It's funny the things you remember. Like how I remember thinking, Well, if you're worried about them stealing your job, maybe you should do yours better.
Anyways, there was this one Cuban family with a little boy my age, Corazon. He was really nice, and we went to the same school. I remember I taught him English, and he taught me Spanish. Anyways, I never really saw him as different, because I was little, a child. When you're five or six, things like race or disabilities don't matter to you. I remember he had this weird limp, and walked with crutches. The kids picked on him at school, the American kids, that is. But the Cubans really stuck with him, and so did I. This made me an outcast among the American kids, but I didn't care. The Cubans were way nicer and cooler anyways. They had all of these little games they would play with cards and dice, and they were a lot of fun. We would meet out on the beach behind my house and play all the time. It was during one of these games that we met the sea monster. It came out of the ocean in a rage, all furry and silky black. It had a high pitched, shrill roar, a woman monster, I could tell. And it tried to kill me.
If it weren't for Corazon, I would have died, I'm sure. He jumped up, all bent and crippled legs and everything and roared like a big kid. And, incredibly, one of his crutches turned into this weird blade that was strapped high on his forearm. He fought the monster off with a fury I'd never seen in him before, while I just sat and cowered next to the coconut tree. The thing ran away, licking it's wounds and dove back into the ocean. Then my friend trotted over to me and took off his crutches. Right before my eyes they turned into these little steal bracelets. He gave them to me and smiled, "Your real parent told me to give these to you upon the first attack. There's not much time to explain, but we're going to go on a road trip. Let's go talk to your foster parents, they'll understand." Then he trotted (yes, trotted) off into the house. I put the bracelets on and followed in a sort of daze. My foster parents hugged me and cried for a long time, and me, being just a little girl and not really understanding what was going on, cried with them. Then Corazon's dad (who had the same leg condition as him) came and picked me up bright and early the next day. And so, I left my parents at the age of seven, and was thrust into the world of Greek mythology, which turned out not to be myths at all.
We arrived at Camp Half-Blood some thirty hours later, and I had been thoroughly lectured and educated the whole way up. I learned about all of the gods, the demi-gods, my place in the world, and, of course, I learned about the camp. I settled in shockingly well, and I often spoke to Corazon.
ʅɪƙє ʌɲɣơɲє ƈʌɾєƨ... ɱɪɲơɾ ɗєƭʌɪʅƨ:
ɦєɪʛɦƭ: 5'6"
ɦʌɪɾ ƈơʅơɾ: Blonde
ɦʌɪɾ ʅєɲʛƭɦ: Medium
єɣє ƈơʅơɾ: Pale Blue
ƨƙɪɲƭơɲє: Fair
ơɦ, ɪ ʌʅɱơƨƭ ƒơɾʛơƭ!.. Nothing that I can think of... ɪ ơɲʅɣ ʅɪƨƭєɲ ƭơ ɱɣƨєʅƒ ơɦ, ʌɲɗ ƭɦɪƨ ƥєɾƨơɲ! JJmonkeychic
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Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2011 6:23 am
You have been claimed by Hermes, messenger of the gods and god of traveling and thieves.
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Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2011 5:31 pm
 Actions speak louder than words, let's see what I'm doing? "But sometimes you'v got to speak up, you know? What, what did you say?" And somethings you just have to keep to yourself, in side your own head. Thoughts can be dangerous if spoken aloud.Actions speak louder than words, let's see what I'm doing? "But sometimes you'v got to speak up, you know? What, what did you say?" Actions speak louder than words, let's see what I'm doing? "But sometimes you'v got to speak up, you know? What, what did you say?" And somethings you just have to keep to yourself, in side your own head. Thoughts can be dangerous if spoken aloud.Actions speak louder than words, let's see what I'm doing? "But sometimes you'v got to speak up, you know? What, what did you say?" Actions speak louder than words, let's see what I'm doing? "But sometimes you'v got to speak up, you know? What, what did you say?" And somethings you just have to keep to yourself, in side your own head. Thoughts can be dangerous if spoken aloud.Actions speak louder than words, let's see what I'm doing? "But sometimes you'v got to speak up, you know? What, what did you say?" Actions speak louder than words, let's see what I'm doing? "But sometimes you'v got to speak up, you know? What, what did you say?" And somethings you just have to keep to yourself, in side your own head. Thoughts can be dangerous if spoken aloud.Actions speak louder than words, let's see what I'm doing? "But sometimes you'v got to speak up, you know? What, what did you say?" Actions speak louder than words, let's see what I'm doing? "But sometimes you'v got to speak up, you know? What, what did you say?" And somethings you just have to keep to yourself, in side your own head. Thoughts can be dangerous if spoken aloud.Actions speak louder than words, let's see what I'm doing? "But sometimes you'v got to speak up, you know? What, what did you say?" Actions speak louder than words, let's see what I'm doing? "But sometimes you'v got to speak up, you know? What, what did you say?" And somethings you just have to keep to yourself, in side your own head. Thoughts can be dangerous if spoken aloud.Actions speak louder than words, let's see what I'm doing? "But sometimes you'v got to speak up, you know? What, what did you say?" ƒєєʅɪɲʛ ƅɾơƙєɲ
ƅʌɾєʅɣ ɦơʅɗɪɲʛ ơɲ
ƅυƭ ƭɦєɾє'ƨ ʝυƨƭ ƨơɱєƭɦɪɲʛ ƨơ ƨƭɾơɲʛ
ƨơɱєɯɦєɾє ɪɲƨɪɗє ɱє
ʌɲɗ ɪ ʌɱ ɗơɯɲ ƅυƭ ɪ'ʅʅ ʛєƭ υƥ ʌʛʌɪɲ
ɗơɲ'ƭ ƈơυɲƭ ɱє ơυƭ ʝυƨƭ ɣєƭ.
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2011 12:42 am
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((OOC: Finally! After four painstaking hours, the new and [hopefully] improved Sage layout ^^))
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Posted: Thu Oct 11, 2012 6:43 pm
ＹＯＵ ＨＡＶＥ ＢＥＥＮ ＢＬＥＳＳＥＤ, ＭＹ ＣＨＩＬＤ
With the blessing of their father, Children of Hermes can perceive all types of messages, even secret ones. These can be copied and relayed; for example, they can spy on secret military transmissions, other people's e-mails, and letters sent in the mail, simply by reaching out with their mind and seeking the information. The message has to have been sent already, but as soon as it is sent, the child can receive it.
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