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PostPosted: Fri Jun 14, 2013 1:54 pm


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Basic FactsXXXXXXXXXX
XXXXXXXXXXX The Whole Truth◂◂ [Adeline Corinne Bonaparte]
XXXXXXXXXXX It's Easier On The Tongue◂◂ [Addy]
XXXXXXXXXXX A Special Day Of The Year◂◂ [February 5th]
XXXXXXXXXXX The Years Come and Go◂◂ [17]
XXXXXXXXXXX Blood Is Thicker Than Water◂◂ [Legacy of Mars//Daughter of Bellona]
XXXXXXXXXXX An Important Job◂◂ [Praetor and Senator]
XXXXXXXXXXX Years of Service◂◂ [7]
XXXXXXXXXXX Me And My Army◂◂ [1st Cohort]


Target's InterestsXXXXXXXXXXX
XXXXXXXXXXXWhat I've Come To Love... ◂◂
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX [Structure]
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX [Rules]
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX [Weapons]
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX [My Parents]
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX [Animals]

XXXXXXXXXXXIt Keeps Me Entertained... ◂◂
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX [Music]
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX [Sailing]
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX [Reading]
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX [Fencing]
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX [Astronomy]

XXXXXXXXXXXI Can Live Without... ◂◂
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX [Chaos]
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX [Insubordination]
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX [Pink]
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX [Dresses]
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX [Meaningless Entertainment]

XXXXXXXXXXXDon't You Dare... ◂◂
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX [Deadly Diseases]
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX [Cocky People]
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX [Extreme Disorder]
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX [Orders that I don't agree with]
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX [Being told what to do by my subordinates]

ImperfectionsXXXXXXXX
XXXXXXXXXXXI Am Not Invincible... ◂◂
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX [Strength]
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX [Differentiating right from wrong]
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX [My Parents]
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX [Direct Orders]
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX [Weakness]

XXXXXXXXXXXMy Fatal Flaws ◂◂
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX [Militaristic Obedience and Pride]

AdvantagesXXXXXXXX
XXXXXXXXXXXBut I Can Soar... ◂◂
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX [Speed]
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX [Precision]
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX [Intelligence]
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XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX [Endurance]
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XXXXXXXXXXX Who I am ◂◂
[Raised as I was by the Minister of Defense, my father Edgard Mainard Bonaparte III, I have developed a very stern and strict nature. Obeying orders without question is how I was taught to live, thus I tend to not only follow direct commands with little thought, but I also hold a very commanding presence, should I ever be set in a place of higher command. Due to my strict militaristic background, everything in my home was always very clean and orderly, and because of this I have developed a mild case of OCD, and can become a bit ornery when things are out of their proper places. I am very tidy at all times, and somewhat of a stickler for hygiene and order.

I admit that I can also be rather cold and stoic at times, though I do not usually mean to be. Emotions, though, are a messy thing, and I'd rather not get into them. That is not to say, though, that I am bitter and completely frozen. It is simply that, for the most part, I like to keep myself distanced from most. There are few who can really become close to me. To those people, though, I can be very kind and loving. For the moment, my mother is the only person who holds a place in my heart to that extent. Despite my chilly misgivings, I do care for the camp and the people here, and I would do anything in my power to protect them. I have been told that I am rather courageous, but truly it's just that I have a tendency to block the fear out until I get the job done. It has nothing to do with bravery, I'm usually just following orders, even if they are my own.]


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XXXXXXXXXXX A Hero's Tale ◂◂
[As I said earlier, I was born in France to a military father, and man named Edgard Bonaparte. My family line has descended straight down from the great and infamous Napoleon Bonaparte I, son of Mars. Ever since that man lived, my family has been militaristic, intermarrying prominent military figures across the world, and siring many children of gods and goddesses of war who were destined to become warriors of some kind. We are a powerful and strict clan, one that has rarely lost a battle, one that trains our children to do the same.... So I'm sure you can imagine how... cold and difficult, even, my childhood was. But I am not here to spout some sob story to you. Because that is not what my life was. My life was strict and disciplined, it was wrought with hours upon hours of learning to fight and kill, to strategize and win. But it was comfortable and luxurious. I grew up in a nice home with an intelligent father and a loving step-mother. Perhaps I never truly had a childhood, due to the example of my forefathers that I was destined to follow, but I cannot say that it was a bad life. I was even told just who my mother was at a very young age, giving me even more reason to excel; to please her.

I even had a brother, a twin that I love... Though I don't know how, I never really met him in person. Lysander and I were separated at birth, due to some... prophecy that my mother begot my father. And Lysander, my little brother by minutes, was destined to lead some quest for great glory. And I? Well I was left at home, the normal, weak little girl who would only follow in the family's mundane footsteps. I was not destined to find glory as my brother was, and my father never passed up a chance to let me know it. One would expect me to be bitter towards Lysander for this, and I am. Though only slightly. Most of the resentment is reserved for my father. I was the first born, I should have been the one chosen, but father chose my baby brother. How mortifying.... Anyhow, because I know of Lysander's existence but he knows not of mine, I try to look out for him as best I can from a distant. My father would never allow me to actually contact my brother, for fear of the prophecy being twisted, so I send him gifts and weapons when I can track his whereabouts, and even people to keep an eye on him. I started doing this years ago, just after I arrived at the camp at the age of ten.

Anyhow, back to my story. As I said, I arrived here in Camp Jupiter when I was ten, having proven myself to Lupa tenfold after I killed a harpy. Shocking, no? I was a skilled child, as I am a skilled woman, and I made quick work of the harpy. Alright, truthfully I had a bit of help from one of Lupa's wolves, but it was simply in the form of a distraction. When the harpy was dead Lupa showed me the way, and I came to the camp with letters of recommendation that held a hefty weight, for one was written by my mother, and the others by prominent members of my powerful family, including my father, who had gone to the camp and had served as praetor for years. I was, accordingly, placed in the first cohort just as my father had been and his father before him, and I immediately started my rise through the ranks. I trained in many martial arts and fighting styles through the years, trying my best with all of the Roman weapons and styles. But nothing called to me like the rapier I received on my eleventh birthday, just after I had been made a full member of the Legion with seven more months of probatio. Ever since I was a child I had always been a fan of fencing, and my love for the style had me slipping the magical ring on my finger and fighting with the blade ever since.

Perhaps, to the other campers, I was a bit odd. Fighting with a rapier left little room for defense against spears and the like, but I soon proved myself worthy. I may not have been very strong, but I was fast, I was clever, and I knew how to combine martial styles with my weaponry. It was not the traditional, Roman way of fighting, but none could dispute my ability. I mentioned earlier how I was taken off probatio more than half a year earlier than I should have been. This was because I saved a girl's life, a girl who had been and always will be my best friend. I was coming towards the river to see her and I saw some camper run by and push Alex in. I don't think I'v ever reacted so quickly in my life. I immediately dived in after her and managed to wrestle her out of the water. As soon as she found purchase on the bank, she took off after the camper who had just tied to end her life, and what could I do but follow? We easily tracked down the boy, and Alex, always having been the aggressive one of the two of us, dragged him into the woods and we both punished him accordingly. The praetor at the time had heard the commotion and came into the forest, but he didn't punish us. He listened to our story and found our actions justified, and he made me a full member of the legion for saving Alex's life.

From there I skyrocketed through the ranks, proving my worth time and time again through my skill and leadership. I made a few friends here and there, but I made many more enemies. But no one, regardless of how much they hated me or were frightened of me, could dispute my sheer might and ability. I had made my mark on this camp and made my family proud in only a few short years, and was boosted to Centurion status when I was thirteen. Two more years of building up the power of the first cohort, and I was ready to start the battle for praetor. I was elected when I was fifteen, along with my coworker and friend, Jasper Valentin. I felt awful that I left Alex behind, but she had refused to run against me. She insisted that she'd run against Jasper, and I believe it is that reason, that she is female, that she did not win. Still, once I assumed my new position, I was more than ready to be the praetor I knew my father would be proud of, and I'v been striving to make him and my family proud ever since. ]



Additional Information About The TargetXXXXXXXXXXX
XXXXXXXXXXXThere's More Than I Let On... ◂◂
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX [I am a vegan. Why? Over the years I have found that meat holds a substance that addles the mind and boosts unwanted teenage hormones that cloud judgement. If I am to do what I have to do, then I need as clear a head as I can possibly get. So when it comes to eating, fruits, vegetables and substitutes such as tofu are all I allow myself to eat. It's not so difficult, really. Over the years the smell of meat has become almost sickening to me, so I can easily keep from ingesting it.]
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX [I have a bit of a sweet tooth, but because of my dietary status I can really only eat certain types of organic candies. I have a secret stash of them in my room that I indulge in every so often.]
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX [Even though most Romans seem wary of the ocean and sailing, I absolutely adore it. There's nothing like being out on the open ocean with the sea spray on my face and the freedom to go wherever under my hands.]


SuspicionsXXXXXXXX
XXXXXXXXXXX Makes My Heart Flutter... ◂◂
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX My coworker, Jasper, often has me smiling more than I'd like to admit. But Alexandra, who's been my best friend for years, can also coax some warmth out of this cold heart.


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XXXXXXXXXXX A Melody That Reflects Me... ◂◂
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The MastermindXXXXXXXX
XXXXXXXXXXXMy Own Creator ◂◂
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THIS IS A GIFT, IT COMES WITH A PRICE. WHO IS THE LAMB AND WHO IS THE KNIFE
MIDAS IS KING AND HE HOLDS ME SO
TIGHT AND TURNS ME TO GOLD IN THE SUNLIGHT.
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egacy of mars ;; raetor;;aughter of bellona
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                                                    Bu, bu biraz dikkat çekici - fireside kendimi ve benim işleri gereğinden fazla konuşmak ve benim kişisel arkadaşlar için gönülsüz olsa - otobiyografik bir dürtü kez hayatımda seslenirken, beni elinde almış olmalıdır. Derin sükunet yaşam yolumu bir açıklama ile - bağışlanamaz ve hoşgörülü okuyucunun ya da müdahaleci yazar ya hayal bile edemeyeceğiniz hiçbir dünyevi nedeni - Ben okuyucu sevdigi zaman ilk kez, üç ya da dört yıldan beri oldu Eski Manse. Ve şimdi - ben yine düğme ile kamu ele geçirmek ve bir gümrüğünde benim üç yıllık deneyim söz - Benim çöller ötesinde, ben eski vesilesiyle bir dinleyici ya da iki bulmak için yeterince mutlu olduğunu, çünkü. Ünlü örneği "Bu Parish PP, Memur," daha sadakatle takip asla. Gerçek şu ki o rüzgarın ileri onun yaprakları atmalarını zaman, yazar, onun hacmi kenara fırlatmak, ya da asla o kadar sürer kim değil birçok giderir, ama birkaç kim çoğundan daha onu daha iyi anlayacaksınız ki, gibi görünüyor onun okul veya lifemates.

                                                    Bazı yazarlar, gerçekten, bu çok daha fazla yapmak ve Fittingly mükemmel sempati bir kalp ve zihin için sadece ve münhasıran ele alınabilir vahiy gibi gizli derinliklerinde kendilerini şımartmak; sanki çok üzerinde büyük atılan basılı kitap, dünya, yazarın kendi doğasının bölünmüş segmentinde bulmak ve onunla cemaat onu getirerek varlığını onun çemberi tamamlamak için emindik. Biz impersonally konuşmak bile, bütün konuşmayı, ancak pek zevkli olduğunu. Düşünceler dondurulmuşve hoparlör onun izleyici ile bazı gerçek ilişki durmak sürece söyleyiş, karıncalanmak gibi Ama, bir arkadaş, bir tür ve endişeli değil, yakın arkadaşı olsa da, bizim konuşma dinleme olduğunu hayal etmek mazur olabilir ve Sonra, bu güler yüzlü bilinç tarafından çözülmüş olan bir yerli rezerv, çevremizdeki yalan koşullar gevezelik ve hatta kendimizi, ama hala perde arkasından Beni içteki tutabilir. Bu ölçüde ve bu limitler dahilinde, bir yazar, galiba, okuyucunun hakları veya kendi ya çiğnemeden, otobiyografik olabilir.

                                                    Bu gümrüğünde kroki sayfalar büyük bir kısmı elime nasıl açıklayan olarak, ve orijinalliğini deliller sunarak, her zaman bir literatürde tanınan bir tür belirli bir yerindelik, sahip olduğu, aynı şekilde, görülecektir anlatı içerdiği. Bu, aslında - bir editör olarak benim gerçek pozisyonda kendimi koymak arzusu, ya da çok az daha fazla, benim ses makyaj masalları arasında en bitmek bilmeyen bir - bu, ve başka bir varsayarak için benim gerçek nedeni kamuoyu ile kişisel ilişki. Temel amacı gerçekleştirirken, bu birlikte hareket ile bazı karakterlere, aralarında yazar hale oldu, şimdiye kadar açıklanmayan bir yaşam tarzının bir soluk temsil vermek üzere, birkaç ekstra dokunur tarafından izin aldı .

                                                    Salem benim yerli kasabasında, başında, yarım yüzyıl önce, eski Kral Derby gün, kalabalık bir iskele ne oldu - ama şimdi hangi çürümüş ahşap depolar ile yatar, ve ticari az veya hiçbir belirti sergiler yaşam; onun melankoli uzunluğu, boşaltma gizler aşağı kabuğu veya brig, yarı yolda, belki de, dışında ya da, yakın elinizin altında, bir Nova Scotia geminin, odun onu kargo pitching - başında, ben bu demek harap iskele, gelgit sık sık taşması, ve birlikte, tabanda ve binaların satır arka birçok gayretsiz yıl parça savurgan çim bir sınır görülür - Burada, ön bir bakış açısıyla pencereler adown bu çok liman boyunca oradan umudu canlandırıcı ve değil, tuğla geniş bir yapı duruyor.

                                                    Esinti ya da sakin, cumhuriyet bayrağı her öğleden evvel, yüzen veya büker ve tam üç buçuk saat, sırasında çatı, loftiest noktadan itibaren, ama olan onüç şeritler yerine yatay ve dikey olarak açılır ve böylece olduğunu belirten Sam Amca'nın hükümetinin sivil ve askeri değil, sonrası burada kurulmuştur. Onun önünde geniş bir granit adımların bir uçuş sokağa doğru inerken hangi altında, bir balkon destekleyen yarım düzine ağaç direkli bir revak ile süslüdür. Girişinde gezinen aşkın kanatları açık, göğsünün önünde bir kalkan ile Amerikan kartalı muazzam bir örnek, ve, ben aright hatırlamak bile, her pençe puntalı yıldırımlar ve dikenli oklar bir demet. Bu mutsuz kümes karakterize temper alışılmış kararsızlık ile, o zararsız topluma fesat tehdit etmeye, onu gaga ve göz şiddetliliği ve onun tutum genel truculency tarafından görünür ve özellikle karşı güvenlik dikkatli tüm vatandaşlara uyarmak onun kanatları ile gölgeleyen tesislerinde izinsiz. Yine de, o görünüyor vixenly olarak, birçok kişi federal kartal kanatları altında kendilerini barındırmak şu anda arıyorlar; hayal, sanırım, o ona can yoldaşı bir eiderdown yastık tüm yumuşaklık ve snugness sahiptir. Ama er ya da geç, hatta ruh onu iyi hiçbir büyük hassasiyet vardır ve - yakında geç daha oftener - Onun pençe bir çizik, ağzında bir DAB veya rankling yara ile onun yavruları izini kaybettirmek için apt Onu dikenli oklar.

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