-On the Surface-
Name: Bethany Jade Langley
Age: 18
D.o.B: April 5th
Sign: Aries
Sexuality: Straight
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 124lbs.
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: White
-Under the Surface-
Personality:
Bethany is definitely the type of person that takes some getting use to. She is loud and short tempered and doesn't have a care in the world. She goes for what she wants, and won't ask for it, but take it, without a second thought to cloud her judgement. She is a major tomboy, but also a first class flirt. She could wrestle a boy to the ground and then ask if he wants to hang out sometime in private. She is rough and strong but also doesn't do well with surprises. She has to be on guard or she can lose all train of thought and panic. When it comes to authority, she is a bit uneasy with it. She likes to pretend she is listening and makes herself out to be this amazingly polite person, but will do things on her terms anyway. She is one of the most loyal friends though. She will fight to the death if that means protecting a person she cares about. Although, that only goes for people she feels strongly about, not who feels strongly about her. She could have three friends in front of her, who all feel they are her best friend, but only one of them would be a best friend in Bethany's mind.
History:
Bethany was born on a chilled spring night in the beginning of April. It was extremely long and painful, but when she finally came into the world, she came out kicking and screaming. She was so loud that the doctors had to separate her from the other children and put her in her own little room. She just kept on wailing and crying, not caring that the put her in isolation. Although, much to the hospital's dismay, she may have quieted down every so often, but it wasn't for very long. They seemed more than happy on her release day. Now she could do all the screaming she wanted at home. That's exactly what she did. She could be soothed by very little things, but those things would do the trick. As a baby, she was calmed by the sound of nature. Birds chirping and crickets making their songs; wind blowing through the leaves was her favorite sound. It would instantly shut her up and make her icy blue eyes go wide and full of wonder. When she started to grow and want to nibble on everything in the house, she liked her little plastic rings chilled very cold. She liked the contrast of hot gums and cold pressure. If it was any colder than just out of the freezer, she wouldn't have it. This battle to keep her calm and occupied never ceased. As a toddler, she demanded many things that she would only destroy. Like Barbies who's feet would only be subjugated to nibbling and chewing and then be thrown around the room. As a child she was thrown into sports. She seemed to enjoy it. Being able to run around and release all the pent up energy. That's when she startled to settle. In her younger years, she fell into the sport life. She played soccer, softball, flag football, and even did a bit of gymnastics. She was a well rounded little girl. Then she met some friends. These friends, so called, and started to show her new things. Only at the age of ten, Bethany began to flow with what parents like to call 'the wrong crowd'. She began to steal, only minor things like cheap jewelry and toys, but soon her hands began to grab for more expensive items. Why did she steal? She was pretty well off. Coming from a decently supplied middle class home with a loving family, why would she fall into such a low act? Guess she just loved the rush she got when she slipped the merchandise into her bag or pocket. The thought that maybe she would get caught at any moment. Those kids began to expose little Bethany to more and more. When she turned twelve she had already dabbled in a bit of booze and smoking. They would hide in back allies and giggle as they downed a bottle between the four of them. Bethany would come home in the early hours of the morning through her window, just where she would leave late at night as well. Flop into bed with a grunt as she rubbed her head, feeling the hangover approach, only to be woken up a few hours later to get ready for school. This was her life. From the age of ten she grew into a textbook rendition of a parents worse nightmare. Stealing, smoking, drinking, back talking, sneaking out; it wore thin on her parent's patience. It all lead up to one fateful night. At her normal hangout area with her little tween gang, they sat on the gross mucky pavement and passed around a bottle of rum. Cigarette smoke danced above them as laughs and coughs escaped their young mouths. Then there was silence. The bottle stopped moving, the smoke was dwindling down and there was a tenseness in the air. It felt like they were being watched, which for them could only mean cops. Quickly and full of whispers the hid the rum and died out their cigarettes. One by one they stood, looking around. The sound of traffic and people seeming to lower in volume. Then it broke loose, a loud roar was heard, but from where? All the delinquents panicked as they whipped their heads in every direction trying to find where the beast was coming from. Only one saw it and that was Bethany. She called out to her group, pointing a shaky finger at the edge of the ally. She didn't even know what this thing was! Although, what stunned her more, was that her friends couldn't see it. Bethany began to basically hyperventilate as her 'friends' bailed and she was being stalked by a gigantic horned beast. She tried to turn and run for her life, but it was for nothing when she was bashed into the brick building with a back swing of it's club. She began to slowly drift away into unconsciousness, but before her eyes shut, she swore she saw a few teens with swords and bows fighting against the bull, then felt herself being scooped up and carried away. When she came around and woke up, she was laying down on a bed in what looked to be a hospital, it just looked a bit off to her. She had no clue where she was and began to swear up and down with colorful words. It was sort of her crutch when she began to panic. She called for anyone to explain this to her. When someone had finally came to her, she was in the midst of an panic attack, once calm she was able to listen to what this person had to say. She was told that she was not human, but a demigod. A child of a mortal human and an immortal god. The more and more this person talked and told Bethany of her strengths and abilities she would soon come to master blew her mind. All of this information was so much for her to absorb. Being a demigod and having all of these abilities now. It was scary, but also amazing in a way too. It was the kind of rush she was looking for. Becoming almost like a superhero, but without the secret identity. She could be her all the time. Feeling a smile grace her face, she had one question. "Where are my smokes?"
