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 Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2012 10:31 am
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2012 10:32 am
ＩＴ ＭＡＹ ＳＯＵＮＤ ＡＢＳＵＲＤ， ＢＵＴ ＤＯＮ'Ｔ ＢＥ ＮＡＩＶＥ ☂nomＴＨＥ ＢＡＳＩＣＳ
▕ FULL NAME ▏Bethany Anne Crowe, but don't call me that.
▕ NICKNAME ▏Just call me Beth, m'kay?
▕ AGE ▏Oh, I was born uhh...eighteen years ago.
▕ GENDER ▏Are you blind? I'm a girl.
▕ BIRTHDAY ▏November Sixteenth, in case you wanted to buy me presents.
▕ GODLY PARENT ▏Aren't you supposed to tell me?
▕ MORTAL PARENT ▏I can't even her her a parent, but whatever. My 'mom' was mortal.
▕ HEIGHT ▏Five feet and four inches off the ground.
▕ ORIENTATION ▏Heterosexual...why?
ＥＶＥＮ ＨＥＲＯＥＳ ＨＡＶＥ ＴＨＥ ＲＩＧＨＴ ＴＯ ＢＬＥＥＤ ☂nomＤＩＧ Ａ ＬＩＴＴＬＥ ＤＥＥＰＥＲ
▕ FAMILY MEMBERS ▏Well, that's a difficult question for just about any demigod. I suppose my dad has to be a Greek God, if the centaur's telling the truth. I have no idea what happened to my mortal 'mom', she may be still alive and out there, I don't know. Speaking of not knowing, and I have no idea about any of my actual family besides my older brother Zander. My 'real family', well at least they feel like they are, include my adoptive parents Eric and Lynn Mayfield. But, I'll get to them later.
▕ FRIENDS ▏To be added.
▕ TALENTS ▏I don't mean to sound full of myself but I'm quite good at playing music. I can play about...seven instruments well right now. I'm also quite flexible and quick on my feet. I'm quite well-balanced and light on my feet, which is good for sneaking up or away from people. I've also found that I'm quite adept at knife-throwing and sword-fighting.
▕ WEAKNESSES ▏I'm quite awful at archery, I've never been able to get the hang of it. I'm not exactly charismatic, or good at teamwork in that case. My dyslexia is particularly bad and I can barely read English. I also can not swim. Like at all.
▕ FEARS ▏I'm quite afraid of trusting others...and having them ripped right out of my life. Again. And deep water.
▕ FATAL FLAW ▏My fatal flaw is my independence. I just can't let anyone do anything for me, no matter how stupid or dumb I'm being. I just think I can do everything by myself. I don't share my feelings with anyone and try to do everything on my own. I also have a bit of a hero complex, which doesn't help in the slightest.
▕ WEAPON ▏My weapon of choice would have to the the wide array of daggers I have with me at all times but I also have a thin bronze blade that I can work well with.
▕ OTHER ▏N/A
Ｉ ＭＡＹ ＢＥ ＤＩＳＴＵＲＢＥＤ， ＢＵＴ ＷＯＮ'Ｔ ＹＯＵ ＣＯＮＣＥＤＥ ☂nomＭＥ， ＭＹＳＥＬＦ， ＡＮＤ Ｉ
▕ APPEARANCE ▏There's really not a lot to say. I'm not too tall or too short. I'm not too skinny or too muscular. I'm not--Oh, did you want specifics? Can't you see? Oh well...I stand about five feet and four inches off the ground, but I already mentioned it. My weight? Uhh, I haven't exactly seen a doctor in a while, let's go with somewhere between one hundred and twenty and one hundred and thirty pounds, give or take. I have a rather lithe build in general but my time at camp has given me a decent amount of muscle. Despite my time outside, I have quite fair skin and sunblock is my best friend, I burn very easily. It sucks but whatever. When I don't burn, the sun brings out the light freckles that cover my cheeks and nose. My hair is a rather dark shade of brown and is quite curly and rather crazy. I spend most of my time in camp with it pulled up into a messy bun or ponytail because I just don't want to deal with it. My eyes are, well, a bit strange. What's it called again...hetreo...harto...no, heterochromia. Yes that's it, complete heterochromia. My left eye is a particularly dark blue, that can be mistaken as almost black and my right eye is a much more pale, almost icy blue. As of now, I haven't had an medical problems with my right eye, which is considered the 'abnormal' iris but it's likely I will eventually have trouble with it. I don't think there's much else to say except random details. I'm not particularly 'curvy' but I don't really mind. I have somewhat small hands and feet and I get freckles on my hands and shoulders. I have somewhat long eyelashes and somewhat small ears. I guess that's it...Oh yeah! I also have several long, thin scars that run from just below my colors most of the way down my stomach from a chimera attack and many smaller scars.
▕ PERSONALITY ▏If nothing else, I'm stubborn. It's hard to change my mind once it's made. I'm independent and more than anything, I hate to let other people do things for me. I don't talk a whole lot but I am by no means shy. I will voice my opinion when I feel that it is necessary. I've never found it easy to trust anyone, and that has only gotten worse through the years or make friends so I have very few. I've dealt with far too many bullies in my time and find myself always sticking up for the underdog, even if it gets me into fights. I can hold my own. I suppose you could say I have a bit of a hero complex, I always want to help people no matter what it takes. I'm a bit of a tomboy. I don't deal with make-up or worry about my looks, despite the Aphrodite girls' pleas that I could actually look decent if I just did something with my hair! Anyway, I tend to be rather sarcastic and cold but honestly I'm very emotional. I hate it. I refuse to let myself break down in front of others. I push all of my feelings away until I'm alone. If I don't, I'll look weak and I feel the need to seem strong at all times.
▕ HISTORY ▏It's kind of a long story, but it always is isn't it? This part of my story is the same as many demigods. A little more than twenty years ago a pretty girl, close to her twenties but not quite there yet met a man. One can only imagine he was handsome, dashing and long story short the girl became pregnant. Not too long after, the man went off to fight for his country, disappearing and leaving her alone for a year. Well, the girl gave birth to her son not longer, naming the raven-haired boy Alexander. Well about a year later the man returned, saying he would be returning to war in a few weeks. Similar actions occurred as had the last time they met. He left, she became pregnant and another child was born, this time a dark haired little girl with mismatched eyes.
That's all I know about my biological parents and how my brother and I were conceived. Some of it came from the little information our adoptive parents Eric and Lynn Mayfield, had told us. The rest went down to guesswork. We, my brother Zander and I, never knew exactly who our parents were or what actually happened to them. Our adoption had been a bit shady and was done using the last amount of information possible. We got lucky, for the Mayfields could have been absolutely awful people, rapists, serial killers, anything but instead they were just a couple of people you wanted kids more than anything but could not have any of their own.
My childhood was as uneventful as most. The Mayfields both worked full time, Eric at a nearby university and Lynn owned a small art shop, so it fell on Zander to take care of me most of the time. Of course, we had babysitters before, several times in fact but they all said there was little to do for Zander took it upon himself to do all he could. Maybe it was because he and I, we were the only blood relations we knew. The Mayfield were wonderful, but they never pretended that they were our biological parents, but they were surely our real parents. They loved us more than anything, but that didn't stop my immense curiosity from bringing me to ask Zander all that he could remember about our family. I didn't know whether to be sad or angry about the woman who had given birth to us. Maybe she had a reason, but then again maybe she didn't. All Zander could recall was her jet-black, curly hair, light freckles, and gray eyes. She was beautiful, he was sure but Zander was always far more bitter than I was. She had known her for two years, no matter how vaguely and she had given him away.
Well, Zander began going to school all day, as opposed to a half day, and I sort of learned to take care of myself. That isn't to say I did a lot, but I tried not make others help me. Not even Zander, but he was persistent. By this time, I had begun preschool. From early on, it was always noted how shy i was around the other students. That was until Zander came to get me from my classroom so we could await our ride home, well that and the fact that strange things and accidents always seemed to occur around me. He was my best friend through everything. The first few years of school didn't go well, I always had trouble sitting still and with my alphabet. My teachers assumed I was just not trying and I was held back in the first grade before I was finally diagnosed with dyslexia.
I was soon moved to slower moving classes several times a week which caused only trouble. They were infuriatingly easy and they began storm of insults and taunts that would follow me through school. School became, well, a sort of personal hell. It got better when I got into high school and Zander and I were finally in the same school. We would have been before, in middle school but because of my being held back, it didn't happen. I had moved through school with only a few friends, most coming from band. It was the only part of school I every enjoyed. My dyslexia made it difficult but I loved to play music and spent my free time learning different instruments. I started on flute and before the ninth grade I had already become adept on bass clarinet, flute, alto saxophone, and trombone.
Marching band, music class, and Zander made high school tolerable but it was also the beginning of the time when the strange occurrences and accidents became much more frequent. I began to see things that no one else saw. Everyone thought I was crazy as well as stupid, except Zander. He believed me, and after a few months he began to see the things too. It was early spring when it happened. That time in every demigod's life where everything pretty much goes to hell. Our entire family was at home, Zander, the Mayfields and I. We were eating dinner on a Sunday afternoon when suddenly one of the windows in the kitchen suddenly shattered the window. Eric got up to try and figure out what had happened when a spike skewed him straight through the eye and into his brain. He fell to the ground, gone in an instant.
Zander, Lynn and I dropped to the ground. We crawled right next to the counters by the broken window, our hands and knees being cut by glass. We made it as far as the staircase to get upstairs when the front door was torn from it's hinges as a...a monster changed inside. It had the body of a lion, the head of a man, and the tail or a scorpion. The tail raised up again and before we could even react a spike was stuck point first in the wall above my head. "Demigod blood...and two...how lucky am I?" The beast moved forward all too slowly and suddenly another spike hit Lynn where it had hit her husband, killing her almost instantly. The monster moved forward aiming it's projectile at me. Zander inched towards me, taking my hand and preparing himself to jump in front of me. I tried to formulate a plan of some kind plan when the beat lunged forward bringing it's claws down my chest, raking my skin as my head banged back against the wooden stairs. The world became foggy and only moments later my world went black.
When I woke up I was hastily bandaged and in the car with a boy I vaguely recalled from school driving way past the speed limit on some back country road. If I hadn't been in so much pain, I would have screamed but instead only whispered, "W-where is Zander...?" He asked who I was talking about and explained what had happened. He said he never saw another person there besides the two bodies. The boy explained that he had killed the monster and that everything else would be explained at camp and began to tell me his name but all too soon I again lost consciousness.
When I again awoke, the same boy sat across the room and a man in a wheelchair welcomed me and began to explain...everything. The boy's name was Oliver, I was a demigod, and this was to be my camp. I've been here ever since. And ever since then, I've been waiting for a quest, a chance to get away from camp and find Zander. He's alive. He's out there, I can feel it.
ＥＶＥＮ ＨＥＲＯＥＳ ＨＡＶＥ ＴＨＥ ＲＩＧＨＴ ＴＯ ＤＲＥＡＭ
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2012 6:02 pm
(My profile is done. This is totally off-topic, but it'd be cool if someone wanted to say their character was the one that brought Beth to camp. But it doesn't have to happen. Neeeeeevermind. )
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 4:29 pm
You have been claimed by Hermes, messenger of the gods and god of traveling and thieves.
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Dark Doe Alysse Vice Captain
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