Post by Wisher Mathews on Sept 8, 2011 15:19:49 GMT -8
Mathews, Wish
Oracle of Delphi
3rd Year at Camp
Age: 17
Daughter of Mortals
Alliance: Rebel!
Oracle of Delphi
3rd Year at Camp
Age: 17
Daughter of Mortals
Alliance: Rebel!
Appearance:
Eye(s): Carmel Brown
Hair: Dark brown
Height: 5'8
Build Type: kind of lanky, but mostly athletic
Brief Description:
Wish has long, wonderful deep brown hair that rests at the center of her back that seems to be as thick and rich as the earth. Her piercing eyes tend to give away her emotions and her sassy smile is always ready to spill the latest prophecy. With long legs and delicate hands, she can easily be mistaken for an innocent girl.
Background:
Mortal Parent(s): Eliza and Luke Mathews
Other Family: little sister named Tasha, and her grandfather is Morpheus
Pets: pure white Pegasus named winter
Brief History:
The Mathews were never the ordinary family who lived in a picket fenced home with a dog named spot, they were the family who lived and breathed mythology. Eliza had the uncanny ability to see the world for what it was, she could see through the mist. Luke, on the other hand was a Demigod himself. The two were a match made in Olympus and traveled the world together, exploring the truth in the Myths. The couple wrote and published the most updated books on the subject, Luke would write and Eliza would draw.
It just so happened that one night Eliza teasingly wished on a shooting star for a child of her own, and nine months later Wisher was born. True to her name sake she was a dream come true. See could see through the mists and had vivid dreams of battles and chaos, the likes of which she had never seen. It just so happened when the family was touring the U.S., Tasha just a new born, that they stopped at a Museum that was featuring the Greek god, Apollo. Just fourteen at the time, Wish met Rachel Dare. The girl had mistakenly fallen in love with a boy at camp and could not be with him because of the Maiden rule. The second she saw Wish, she knew who she was destined to be. Before Wish knew it, she was at Camp Half Blood, her head still pounding from taking on the Spirit of the Oracle.
Personality:
Likes:
- Reading
- cold nights
- new prophecies
- her family
- power
Dislikes:
- lack of control
- being left out
- heat
- loud noises
- bright colors
Skills:
- Oracle
- great manipulator
- swords
- artist (drawing)
- has a way with words
Weaknesses:
- chocolate
- a bit uncoordinated (can't run very well)
- family
- headstrong
- no lower body strength
Passions:
- being an Oracle
- gaining power
Fears:
- not being in control of her life
- losing her abilities
Hobbies:
- drawing
- she paints her nails a new color all the time
Fighting Specialty: sword fighting
Describe the extent of your powers/abilities:
Wish can tell you who is going to win the baseball game tomorrow, but don't ask about the world series. Short term prophecies are easy for her, but long term ones are harder. When it goes past a day or two, the words are cryptic at best.
Fatal Flaw:
Wish has never been good at giving up the reins, if someone else is in charge of her she rebels. Any type of power she finds threatening, she will destroy.
Theme Song:
Lyrics
"Riot" by Three Days Grace
If you feel so empty
So used up, so let down
If you feel so angry
So ripped off so stepped on
You're not the only one
Refusing to back down
You're not the only one
So get up
Let's start a riot, a riot
Let's start a riot
Let's start a riot, a riot
Let's start a riot
If you feel so filthy
So dirty so fucked up
If you feel so walked on
So painful so pissed off
You're not the only one
Refusing to go down
You're not the only one
So get up
Let's start a riot, a riot
Let's start a riot
Let's start a riot, a riot
Let's start a riot
If you feel so empty
So used up, so let down
If you feel so angry
Just get up
Let's start a riot, a riot
Let's start a riot
Let's start a riot, a riot
Let's start a riot
...
The Puppeteer:
Name/ Alias: TayRae
Age: (Optional)
How long have you been role playing?: few years
Rate Your RPing 1-5 Stars according to our Star Rule (1 = beginner. 5= most advanced): 3ish
How did you find us?: I have another character (don't worry, this is my second character)
Code word: spontaneous
Role Playing Sample:
Midnight knew that this place was dangerous, that the supposed 'Rebels' could attack her, but she didn't care. Her mind was stuck in the night her mother died, when she was told that she was a child of Apollo by the Satyr who brought her to camp. She couldn't fathom that she could be a child of Apollo, especially since her bunk mates showed obvious traits of their godly parent. Night on the other hand, didn't at all.
Digging her heels into the ground and glaring at the blasted sun that was in her eyes, pulled back the quiver of the arrow. With a wince, she cussed at the robe burn on her hands, Robin Hood had lied to her, wrapping your fingers around the rope did nothing but sting like hell. Night picked up the fallen arrow, child of Apollo? Try the child of Quinn Drakes, the most uncoordinated mother a girl could have.
Digging her heels into the ground and glaring at the blasted sun that was in her eyes, pulled back the quiver of the arrow. With a wince, she cussed at the robe burn on her hands, Robin Hood had lied to her, wrapping your fingers around the rope did nothing but sting like hell. Night picked up the fallen arrow, child of Apollo? Try the child of Quinn Drakes, the most uncoordinated mother a girl could have.