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 Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2012 9:05 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 5:27 pm
 ♛ 「 THE BASICS ❞
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█▐ Milena Bishop
█▐ Preferably Mila
█▐ Twenty four
█▐ July 18th
█▐ Female
█▐ Eros
█▐ Part-time camper
█▐ Mortal Mother
█▐ Bi-curious
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♛ 「 APPEARANCE ❞
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I'm not that bad looking, am I? I'm a 5' 9 Costa Rican girl, taller than a lot of girls my age, with legs that go on for miles. And you know that it's rude to ask a lady for her weight? Fine, I weigh roughly 131 lb, which is nothing considering my height and how toned I am. I mean, just because I refuse to train in the arena doesn't mean I don't like exercising. Anyways, where was I? I have long, brown hair that falls down to the middle of my back and bright green eyes. Usually, my skin is lightly tanned from being outside all the time, but I think it compliments my features nicely. As for any blemishes, I do have a few scars from some scuffles here and there but nothing really eye catching with clothing. Yes, with clothing. There's a very obvious claw mark that starts at my shoulder and ends somewhere along my back. I have no tattoos, but both of my ears are pierced once.
Attire: Coming soon!
♛ 「 PERSONALITY ❞
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Don't be fooled by the innocent appearance, I'm not as sweet as you think I would be. But where to even start? I'm apathetic for one. I have issues when it comes to feeling sympathy. I’m the type of girl who falls asleep in the movies at the scenes when someone manages to conquer all odds and touch your heart. You come running to my room, telling me about how your mom died or you've just been dumped, and I will sit there uncomfortably, repressing the urge of making a snide remark. I’m not good with dealing with other's emotions or comforting them. Not to mention, I'm rudely blunt. I'm a straightforward person and not even shy the slightest. If you're being estúpido, then you'll be the first to know. If you have fat behind, don't think I'll even hesitate to point that out. People also say I'm very cynical. So what if I don't trust you right away? Maybe in another universe I will. I’m always suspicious and you should be prepared to be bombarded with questions from me. Oh and what everyone hates, I'm independent and stubborn. If you want me to move from this spot, you’re going to have to knock me unconscious and drag my body away. I hate asking for help or backing down. I’ll break away from a group at any point in time if I feel like we’re doing something stupid. You can either choose to listen to me or you can go ******** yourself. I'm manipulative whatever you call it. I use people and abuse people on a daily basis. I can't help it, well, that's a lie I could. But I like it too much. There is always a dark side inside us. And really you don't want to mess with me, I'm vengeful. If you piss me off then I'll piss on you. No really, I'll piss on you. No, I'm joking, I'll just ruin your little life. Why? Because that will last a lot longer than an a** kicking.... Maybe I'll do both, just depends on you.
So maybe what I've described myself so far doesn't put myself in the best light. Hey, at least I can admit I'm a selfish b***h. I use to be a 'good' person, little miss sunshine. In all honesty, that and my naivety is probably why I was miserable in school back in Santa Teresa. But I suppose I still have a few... better... traits left in me. Or things that most people just count as good. I am a loyal person. Once you’ve earned my trust, which will be a difficult task, and outside of literally stabbing me in the back, you always will have that trust. I have expectations for the same. I guess you can call me jocular if I'm not in a sour mood or angry at someone. I love to have a good time. I'd rather be at a party than doing some goddamn English essay. And secretly, I am very caring to certain people. I just don't like showing that I care. It's not something that I'm known for doing. I actually hate the fact that I care; I don't need to be tied down to emotions.
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Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2012 10:56 pm
 ♛ 「 THE MEMORIES ❞
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Realizing one parent was a whore and ditched you is already makes life complicated. You want me to back up a bit? Yeah, sure, whatever. I was the second child born to Olivia Bishop, fathered by the same man as the first. He was never really in our lives, even his surname was unknown. Mami said he vanished after Emilie was born, came back, then disappeared again. He was never to be heard from again. Four years later, the same thing happened again, with a man supposedly name Oliver Costello and that's when Theodore came into the picture. Anyways, moving on, I grew up in Santa Teresa and initially lived a wonderful life. Things were much more simple when the Bishop family was made up of only Mami, Emilie, Teddy, and me. We resided in a small home near one of the most beautiful white sand beaches. We were lucky to live so close to a paradise people from all over the world come visit. Whenever it was warm, I can almost guarantee my siblings and I could be found at the beach. Building sandcastles, swimming, or surfing, you name it. Emilie eventually became an avid beach volleyball player, whereas I was too young and stuck towards water-oriented activities.
It became time to start school at some point. That was when they realized I'm just like my sister, I was dyslexic. To make things worse, Mami had sent me to a school where my little brain had to learn Spanish and English at the same time. So I was a bit slower than other kids. They picked on me for it and I tried not to let them get to me. All I can say was that some days were better than others. I've had times where I returned home in tears, but I had the support and love from the rest of my family to help me get through.
I think I was around seven when Mami began seeing another man. He was divorced and had two children of his own, somewhere near my age range. Pleasant enough, I suppose. Don't get me wrong, he wasn't one of those horrible step-parents you often hear stories about. It was just that... he'd never really be able to fill in that hole in my life, you know? When I was eleven, Mami officially became Olivia de Luca and I had two new step-siblings. They weren't some annoying brats, they were also nice enough most of the time, I guess. But it will obviously take more than a marriage license to make them my siblings. Shortly after the wedding, we all moved into a bigger house. Further away from the sandy paradise, but that didn't stop me.
You know how I mentioned my life was wonderful? At the age fourteen, tragedy struck my family. I lost one of the people I held closest to heart. It was the matter of being at the wrong place at the wrong time. I hate having to return to that memory of that day nine years ago... We were walking home from the beach. It was just Teddy, Emilie, and me. Somewhere along our path home, two men had gotten into a fight over goodness knows. Teddy, ten at the time, would always be the one who enthusiastically skipped ahead. He walked right into the fight unknowingly and want to know something horrible? The two men took no notice to the little boy, it was like he was invisible. One of them suddenly withdrew a knife from their pocket and had their crazy look in their eyes. Emilie, being the oldest and most responsible, ran to our stupid brother in attempt to protect him. His safety came with a high price to pay. The man with the knife threw it, but he lacked of accuracy. It managed to catch Emilie right below her heart, fatally wounding her. The fight had stopped at her fall, both men fled the scene. Both Teddy and I stayed at her side during her last moments. I remember blood pouring out of her wound rapidly and holding her left hand tightly. On her deathbed, I promised her I'd make her proud someday. It still remains an unfulfilled promise to this day.
Her murderer was caught, not that it changed anything. He couldn't give me back my beloved sister. Her death was taken really badly by my family, but it hit me the hardest. The image of her bloody body with a knfe impaled in it burns in my memory forever. I blamed Teddy for Emilie's death, she had died for his sake! But deep inside, I blame myself the most. I failed to do anything to prevent her death, I saw the knife flying and I failed to say anything. I was too late and she was struck. Soon, I fell into a dark void called depression for months. When I somehow found the strength to climb out, I was never the same. My family immigrated to the United States a year later, wanting to forget about the past and leave all the baggage behind. But like any immigrants, Mami and Stepdad ended up having to take more than one low paying job. I was placed into a typical public American high school. I hit off with the wrong crowd immediately. At the time, I prefered being the exotic chickl than being a complete loser that didn't belong. If you think about it, I knew nobody and was a foreigner with a fob accent. My new friends introduced me to drugs and alcohol. My parents were too busy to notice. I blackmailed all of my siblings not to tell. I stopped taking school so seriously and partied all the time. Who cared about academics when you could mingle with the popular kids, sleep with hot guys, and get high? I was having the time of my life, smoking practically anything I could get my hands on.
Nineteen, what a crazy year. I was still in high school because I was held back due to my lack of attendance. I was too hungover most mornings to attend class. When I did actually make it to school, I was smoking with my 'friends' at the back of the school. I had moved out of the house by then. I was legal and crashed at some friend's place. That year was also when I found out I was only half-human. I think you're expecting some exciting story about my adventure, but... Gods, I was so drunk that night. It was after some wild party where I drank until I nearly passed on. It had to be 2-3AM when I stumbled out on to the streets, trying to find my way home. That was it showed up. I didn't know what it was and to be honest, it's still a mystery. I was too hammered to remember clearly. I know it was a monster. The thing sunk its claws into my shoulder and I remember feeling the unbearable pain before I passed out.
I woke up the next day at camp. First thing, major hangover. I was puking for half an hour straight. Second thing, major shoulder pain. When I finally had my head somewhat cleared, I noticed my shoulder was all bandaged up and it hurt like a motherf- you know what I mean. The wound was deep enough to leave a scar. Now the third thing, after they fed me this sweet stuff, they began their lengthy explanation about who I was, where I was, what happened last night, etc. There was a lot of questions, confusion, and attempts at pretending to be asleep. What? They were awfully boring.
And that was the beginning of my journey as a demigod. Three weeks after my arrival, my father claimed me. I started cleaning up my act. Well, not because I had much of a choice. Getting a hold of vodka and cigarettes was not easy anymore, especially for an underage teenager. So the lack of supply did decrease my drinking and smoking habits drastically, but I still enjoy every now and then. As it was suggested we learn how to defend ourselves from monsters, I forced myself to take up archery - I can't bring myself to swordfight. Partially because it's a pained reminder of what happened to Emilie and, partially because I'm afraid to. I chose not to be a year rounder and when I left the camp for the first time, I went to Mami. I explained everything, but did not stay with her - I didn't want to endanger them being a monster magnet and all. Before I left them, Mami opened a bank account for me and dumped a good amount into it. I couldn't be more thankful for the financial aid. Now that I wasn't relying heavily on drugs and alcohol, I managed to do some productive things. Like finish the education I never completed, get a minimal wage job as a waitress, and rent a cheap apartment. In the summer, I would claim to all of those around me that I'm off visiting some relatives in Costa Rica and stay at camp.
I had an unpleasant surprise during my third summer at camp. Someone from my past came back to haunt me. I never even thought it was possible! When they first showed up, I passed out in shock. I don't forgive them for what happened. I pretend I don't see them. I don't acknowledge them as a relative. Nobody knows. I'm just hoping they'll disappear from my life.
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2012 7:50 pm
 ♛ 「 SKILLS ❞
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Swimming - I lived near a beach during my early childhood. I've been able to swim for as along as I can remember. I struggled for a period of time with holding my breath (and breathing in general) in my teenage years, due to my smoking. But after I got to camp, I managed to regain my ability. I stopped filling myself with all that crap daily and swam in their lake often to kill time instead.
Archery - I might not be the best archer at camp, but I'm decent. I worked my a** off to master it, seeing I won't be picking up a blade of any sort anytime soon.
Bilingual - My first language is Spanish, which I obviously speak fluently. Even before I immigrated to this country, I was forced to take English from an early age in school so that's how why I can speak it well today. But only to a certain extent, I suppose. I still have an accent, but it is comprehensible.
♛ 「 FATAL FLAW ❞
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I have issues with letting other people help me with anything. I’m an independent person, even told to be too independent. I like to do things on my own, in my own ways. Doesn’t matter how big and small, I rather rip an ear off than to call on a favor. I won’t ask your aid even if I was dying and laying in a pool of my own blood.
I also hold grudges. I've been told I hang on to the past too much. I can't just forgive and forget about it. I honestly don't see this as any weakness, despite what others say. So far, the biggest impact this has done to my life is that it estranged my own half-brother from me.
♛ 「 WEAPON ❞
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A bow and a quiver of arrows. When it's not in use, it takes on it's in its second form, a pair of silver earrings which I usually don't remove.
♛ 「 LIKES ❞
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Sleeping, summer, excessively loud music, beaches, swimming, peaches, coffee, cigarettes
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Lectures, Winter, little kids, mornings, hangovers, sickness, death, complete silence
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2012 11:42 pm
  xxxxxyou've got these little things 》❞
xx the murderous melody t h a t y o u ' v e b e e n r u n n i n g f r o m
themurdeorusmelodyYOU EITHER LOVE THEM OR I GUESS YOU DON'T
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✱◟ You're such a ⊹ pretty thing
murdeorusmeloTo be running from anyone ⋮↴
melodyx&! A VISION ❜ WITH NOWHERE TO GO
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Posted: Wed Aug 29, 2012 7:13 pm
You have been claimed by Eros, God of sexual desire, procreation, and a minor god of love. Your powers are here, go check them out!
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Dark Doe Alysse Vice Captain
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