xxxxxMarzia Isabelle Johanssonxxxxx
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xxxx❥ ❥ ❥ Technical Age: Thirty-one.
xxxx❥ ❥ ❥ Physical Age: Sixteen.
xxxx❥ ❥ ❥ Gender: Female.
xxxx❥ ❥ ❥ Sexuality: I have all the time in the world to figure it out.
xxxx❥ ❥ ❥ Birthday: December 20th.
xxxx❥ ❥ ❥ Zodiac: Sagittarius.
xxxx❥ ❥ ❥ Child of: Unknown & Anthony James Johansson.
xxxx❥ ❥ ❥ Race: Demigod/huntress.
xxxx❥ ❥ ❥ Nationality: British.
xxxx❥ ❥ ❥ Eye Color: Blue.
xxxx❥ ❥ ❥ Hair Color: Golden.
Let's dig a little D E E P E R.
xxxxPersonality:
xxxx❥ Adventrous.
xxxx❥ Quiet.
xxxx❥ Open Minded.
xxxx❥ Helpful.
xxxx❥ Sweet.
xxxx❥ Gentle.
xxxx❥ Classy.
xxxx❥ Protective.
xxxx❥ Level-headed.
xxxxHobbies:
xxxx❥ Ice Skating.
xxxx❥ Hunting
xxxx❥ Traveling.
xxxx❥ Reading.
xxxxLikes:
xxxx❥ Rain.
xxxx❥ Silence.
xxxx❥ Exploring.
xxxx❥ Deer.
xxxx❥ Flowers.
xxxxDislikes:
xxxx❥ Tropics.
xxxx❥ Cities.
xxxx❥ The Dark.
xxxx❥ Small Children.
xxxx❥ The Majority of Teenagers/Pre-teenagers.
xxxx❥ Spiders.
xxxx❥ ❥ ❥Here My Story:
I was dropped on my father's doorstep on a cold, rainy December night. And if my father's words are right, it was just like a movie. The young, spunky man, merely twenty-six, was decorating his house with his seventeen-year-old sister and mother for Christmas when there was a knock at the door. He, being the gentleman, answered the door to see nothing there and just as he was about to close the door, there was a small whine. At the man's feet, was a white, old fashioned cradle with blankets the color of fresh fallen snow. And inside those blankets was a new born baby girl. As soon as I was discovered Grandmother Annabelle and Aunt Marigold immediately began tending to me. My father, in the meantime was reading a note that was under my warm body in the cradle. In a nutshell, it basically said that Father's ex girlfriend Claire was my mother, he was my father, the necklace around my wrist was a family heirloom and should be kept with me at all costs, and that I am "a very special child and am destined to do great." After a few days and many talks among my father, grandmother, and aunt, they agreed to not give me up up for adoption and that l was to live with and be raised by my grandmother and aunt.
I lived with Grandmother Annabelle and Aunt Merigold until I was about twelve and was sent to attend a school in western Wales. It was a very nice school, too. A lot how you would depict Hogwarts in a way; an old castle near the shore, miles upon miles of school grounds, a strange assortment of teachers, and more students than a single man could count. I personally didn't like the school all that much. I mean it was nice and all, but the students were all very rude. Except for the few I had as friends. There was Mary the Irish Sweetheart, Amelia the Bohemian, Richard the Flirtatious, and Gregory the American. Yes we gave each other titles. I was Marzia the Motherly. A fitting title, really. Especially for Richard. He would constantly flirt with Amelia and I.
Right. Demigod. Well, I was about fifteen when I started having these dreams of these half-bird, half-woman monsters (otherwise known as Harpies) were watching me in a dark, dense forest. That feeling eventually carried over into reality and gave me extreme paranoia. I would see the monsters in the corner of my eye, look over, and they'd be gone. This went on until my sixteenth birthday. A few days after my sixteenth birthday on a cool, crisp night I was sitting on the back porch of my step-mother and father's home, looking out to the forest they had for a back yard. I noticed something on a tree in the forest of to my left and caught the gaze of the monsters form my nightmares head on. A deep purple raven mixed with an ugly, middle aged woman with a hate-filled expression. I was quite literally frozen with fear. We stood staring at each other for what felt like hours when the tension was broken by my two year old half brother, George, stumbling out the dog door saying "Marzie! Play with me!" and in that single moment, everything I had ever feared came true in a blink. The bird shrieked, and as quick as light swooped over and snatched my baby brother and fled into the forest. Naturally, I panicked and fled into the forest after my brother and after running for what seemed like three miles I came across the bird's carcass with a arrow in it's heart. A spit second later it disintegrated into ash. "You're lucky that I decided to come to Great Britain, my dear." I heard a woman, not that far from me, holding a peacefully sleeping George.
The woman who rescued George asked if I wanted to stay with her for tea and I figured that joining the woman was the least I could to to repay her kindness. She laid my brother in a cradle that seemed to appear out of thin air and invited me to sit with her around a fire, handing me a tea cup that, again, seemed appear out of thin air. After about half an hour of talking, the woman told me that the creature that has been following me for a year as actually been following me for about three years and hung around so long to see if I could see it. She also said that now I had two choices: 1) I go off to a camp for people like me to train how to defend myself from monsters ten times worse then the harpy or 2) to travel and never age in exchange for pledging maidenship to her and giving up the companionship of men. Normally a person would throw the cup of tea at her, accuse her of being mad, and leave. I on the other hand, believed her. After a while of thinking (okay, five minutes), I decided to come with her. So, I took my little brother back to my house, laid him to bed, and left a note for my father simply saying "goodbye". And after that, well the rest is history.
Over the approximent sixteen years with Lady Artemis and the huntresses I had learned the dynamics about what I am. A demigoddess. I learned that the "family heirloom" left with me the day of my discovery was actually a transforming sword. Left by my mother so that when I found my way to Camp Half-Blood I could defend myself. So on and so forth. The Marzia Johansson I used to be was simply placed onto the missing children's file. A few years ago I decided to see how my old friends and family were doing (without them knowing of course). Mary was attending a university trying to earn a doctorate, the "troublesome two" Amelia and Gregory were married with a baby on the way, Richard was in prison for Gods only know what, my father and step-mother had two more kids, and George was an average teenager attending public school. Now, I am at Camp Half-Blood with Lady Artemis and the other huntresses. While I have gone thirty-one years without knowing who my true mother is, it doesn't bother me in the slightest. Lady Artemis is more of a mother then I have ever dreamed to have. And that's all I need to sleep let me with a smile.
xxxxWepons:
xxxx❥ A classic transforming sword.
xxxx❥ The trademark huntress bow and arrows.
xxxxPlaylist:
xxxx❥ Always - Panic! at the Disco.
xxxx❥ My Immortal - Evanescence.
xxxx❥ Someday - Hunchback of Notre Dame.
xxxx❥ ❥ ❥ Username: kryptonitee
xxxx❥ ❥ ❥ Side note: Disregard every other one of my characters other than Marie and Paris.
xxxx❥ Adventrous.
xxxx❥ Quiet.
xxxx❥ Open Minded.
xxxx❥ Helpful.
xxxx❥ Sweet.
xxxx❥ Gentle.
xxxx❥ Classy.
xxxx❥ Protective.
xxxx❥ Level-headed.
xxxxHobbies:
xxxx❥ Ice Skating.
xxxx❥ Hunting
xxxx❥ Traveling.
xxxx❥ Reading.
xxxxLikes:
xxxx❥ Rain.
xxxx❥ Silence.
xxxx❥ Exploring.
xxxx❥ Deer.
xxxx❥ Flowers.
xxxxDislikes:
xxxx❥ Tropics.
xxxx❥ Cities.
xxxx❥ The Dark.
xxxx❥ Small Children.
xxxx❥ The Majority of Teenagers/Pre-teenagers.
xxxx❥ Spiders.
xxxx❥ ❥ ❥Here My Story:
I was dropped on my father's doorstep on a cold, rainy December night. And if my father's words are right, it was just like a movie. The young, spunky man, merely twenty-six, was decorating his house with his seventeen-year-old sister and mother for Christmas when there was a knock at the door. He, being the gentleman, answered the door to see nothing there and just as he was about to close the door, there was a small whine. At the man's feet, was a white, old fashioned cradle with blankets the color of fresh fallen snow. And inside those blankets was a new born baby girl. As soon as I was discovered Grandmother Annabelle and Aunt Marigold immediately began tending to me. My father, in the meantime was reading a note that was under my warm body in the cradle. In a nutshell, it basically said that Father's ex girlfriend Claire was my mother, he was my father, the necklace around my wrist was a family heirloom and should be kept with me at all costs, and that I am "a very special child and am destined to do great." After a few days and many talks among my father, grandmother, and aunt, they agreed to not give me up up for adoption and that l was to live with and be raised by my grandmother and aunt.
I lived with Grandmother Annabelle and Aunt Merigold until I was about twelve and was sent to attend a school in western Wales. It was a very nice school, too. A lot how you would depict Hogwarts in a way; an old castle near the shore, miles upon miles of school grounds, a strange assortment of teachers, and more students than a single man could count. I personally didn't like the school all that much. I mean it was nice and all, but the students were all very rude. Except for the few I had as friends. There was Mary the Irish Sweetheart, Amelia the Bohemian, Richard the Flirtatious, and Gregory the American. Yes we gave each other titles. I was Marzia the Motherly. A fitting title, really. Especially for Richard. He would constantly flirt with Amelia and I.
Right. Demigod. Well, I was about fifteen when I started having these dreams of these half-bird, half-woman monsters (otherwise known as Harpies) were watching me in a dark, dense forest. That feeling eventually carried over into reality and gave me extreme paranoia. I would see the monsters in the corner of my eye, look over, and they'd be gone. This went on until my sixteenth birthday. A few days after my sixteenth birthday on a cool, crisp night I was sitting on the back porch of my step-mother and father's home, looking out to the forest they had for a back yard. I noticed something on a tree in the forest of to my left and caught the gaze of the monsters form my nightmares head on. A deep purple raven mixed with an ugly, middle aged woman with a hate-filled expression. I was quite literally frozen with fear. We stood staring at each other for what felt like hours when the tension was broken by my two year old half brother, George, stumbling out the dog door saying "Marzie! Play with me!" and in that single moment, everything I had ever feared came true in a blink. The bird shrieked, and as quick as light swooped over and snatched my baby brother and fled into the forest. Naturally, I panicked and fled into the forest after my brother and after running for what seemed like three miles I came across the bird's carcass with a arrow in it's heart. A spit second later it disintegrated into ash. "You're lucky that I decided to come to Great Britain, my dear." I heard a woman, not that far from me, holding a peacefully sleeping George.
The woman who rescued George asked if I wanted to stay with her for tea and I figured that joining the woman was the least I could to to repay her kindness. She laid my brother in a cradle that seemed to appear out of thin air and invited me to sit with her around a fire, handing me a tea cup that, again, seemed appear out of thin air. After about half an hour of talking, the woman told me that the creature that has been following me for a year as actually been following me for about three years and hung around so long to see if I could see it. She also said that now I had two choices: 1) I go off to a camp for people like me to train how to defend myself from monsters ten times worse then the harpy or 2) to travel and never age in exchange for pledging maidenship to her and giving up the companionship of men. Normally a person would throw the cup of tea at her, accuse her of being mad, and leave. I on the other hand, believed her. After a while of thinking (okay, five minutes), I decided to come with her. So, I took my little brother back to my house, laid him to bed, and left a note for my father simply saying "goodbye". And after that, well the rest is history.
Over the approximent sixteen years with Lady Artemis and the huntresses I had learned the dynamics about what I am. A demigoddess. I learned that the "family heirloom" left with me the day of my discovery was actually a transforming sword. Left by my mother so that when I found my way to Camp Half-Blood I could defend myself. So on and so forth. The Marzia Johansson I used to be was simply placed onto the missing children's file. A few years ago I decided to see how my old friends and family were doing (without them knowing of course). Mary was attending a university trying to earn a doctorate, the "troublesome two" Amelia and Gregory were married with a baby on the way, Richard was in prison for Gods only know what, my father and step-mother had two more kids, and George was an average teenager attending public school. Now, I am at Camp Half-Blood with Lady Artemis and the other huntresses. While I have gone thirty-one years without knowing who my true mother is, it doesn't bother me in the slightest. Lady Artemis is more of a mother then I have ever dreamed to have. And that's all I need to sleep let me with a smile.
xxxxWepons:
xxxx❥ A classic transforming sword.
xxxx❥ The trademark huntress bow and arrows.
xxxxPlaylist:
xxxx❥ Always - Panic! at the Disco.
xxxx❥ My Immortal - Evanescence.
xxxx❥ Someday - Hunchback of Notre Dame.
xxxx❥ ❥ ❥ Username: kryptonitee
xxxx❥ ❥ ❥ Side note: Disregard every other one of my characters other than Marie and Paris.
