Post by Lorelei Asphodel on Jun 16, 2011 0:40:17 GMT -8
Asphodel, Lorelei
DEMIGOD
#4th Year at Camp
Age:18
Daughter of Persephone.
Alliance: Undecided
DEMIGOD
#4th Year at Camp
Age:18
Daughter of Persephone.
Alliance: Undecided
Appearance:
Eye(s):Blue & Green; when she becomes angry they change to a darkened version of whatever color they are at the time of year.
Hair: Blonde
Height: 5'6"
Build Type: Voluptuous yet toned
Brief Description: Slender young body with curves that never end, long blonde hair framing a softly tanned fair skinned, innocent looking face with sensuous, piercing eyes that change through the seasons from blue in fall and winter to green spring through summer. Her outward appearance is a classic beauty, and because of being raised in an extremely conservative environment she has only had her ears pierced, and has no tattoos because her grandmother claimed that only billboards and sluts get graffiti.
Background:
Mortal Parent(s): Zachary Asphodel
Other Family: Grandmother, Lillian "Lily" Asphodel
Pets: Canadian Lynx Kitten, Belladonna
Hummingbird, Cypress
Brief History:
Shortly before Lorelei was born her father committed suicide in order to be close to Persephone the love of his life. Lorelei was raised by her grandmother Lily in a tiny town in the deep south, her childhood home was surrounded by blossoming trees that were planted by her father when he was alive as a tribute to Persephone, that would start blossoming the minute she took her first step into the world of the living.
She loved her home in Louisiana dearly, it was a large, stately, well preserved plantation home filled with history and fond memories of her grandmothers teachings, as well as many friends to play with thanks to the Civil War, an accidental poisoning of two little girls and their mother, as well as the hanging of the slave that was responsible; let us just say she never ran out of people to talk to throughout her entire childhood. Grandmother Lily was a very strict, but loving guardian who taught Lorelei the ways of a proper southern lady. She was schooled in everything from proper place settings, to ballroom dance, even to proper ways to clean an oven after baking an eight layer fondant masterpiece (which would be given to some other girl who had already won a man, for single girls do not make their cake and have it too.) Watching her grandmother, Lorelei also learned the proper way to scold and gossip, as well as how a proper lady drinks her whiskey, that would be warm and straight from the bottle when you believe you are alone, for good ladies never drink without reason at least not in public. (This is also how she learned that proper ladies never spy or eavesdrop on anyone especially their elders and husbands, for what goes on behind closed doors is meant to be behind closed doors.)
With her heart set on marrying before the age of twenty, she prepared wedding after wedding only to feel as though they were never quite right. Even though she was an honor student, her grandmother made sure to keep Lorelei's intelligence in check by explaining that no man wants a woman who is able to outsmart him on any subject that does not involve housework or cooking, and if she was ever to feel the need to carry a conversation she was to pretend that he was teaching her new things she was extremely interested in, no matter how unimportant the subject may seem, also do not gripe to her man for his life is much more difficult than hers. She continues to carry these teachings with her, even with the many people who oppose her views finding them archaic and sexist, but for her they are her only link to the only family she truly had.
Lorelei wound up at Camp Half-Blood after the day she met her mother, she was out picking blossoms from the trees when a large crack in the earth appeared below her through it came Persephone, after a long, teary-eyed reunion, her mother sat her down beneath the trees, this is where she warned her about the dangers of being the daughter of a goddess, she then explained that Lorelei will have to leave her home in order to protect her grandmother and learn to harness the powers inside her.
Personality:
Likes:
- Plants, every single kind no matter how mean or nasty they can be sometimes
- Vegan everything, is against killing any animal (minus non-pretty bugs, those all can die a horrible painful death except one, to warn their friends of the impending doom that awaits them.) “MUST BE VEGAN!!”
- Short flowy dresses that sweep even in the softest wind (Think Marylin Monroe, but as an unintentionally slutty acting flower child)
- To folic in meadows in the bright sunshine
- Talking to dead movie stars, particularly Audrey Hepburn
Dislikes:
- Animal Killers, "Meat is Murder!"
- Bugs, minus pretty ones of course like butterflies and... well those are the only pretty ones, oh and bees! I love honey! Sorry Bees.
- Hades, Kidnapping mother is so not okay
- Cold. Snow, sleet, hale, anything involving cold, even too icy iced tea makes her upset
- Dead people who don't let her sleep at night, those people can go to Hades
Skills:
- Expert Gardener
- Master Chef and Pastry Chef
- Excellent Upbringing and Etiquette (according to her and her grandmother)
- Homemaking
- Playing Piano
Weaknesses:
- Feminism, Ladies should be ladies and make babies according to grandmother
- Unintentionally a walking sexual innuendo, “so you’re like hard right?” when talking about how difficult son of Ares is to fight
- Extremely innocent minded
- Ultra flirty when drunk, literally flirts with anyone and anything
- Too Trusting
Passions:
- Finding a future husband to make a home and babies with
- Growing and tending blossoming fruit trees, her favorite ones are pomegranate trees
- Interior and fashion design
- Wedding planning
Fears:
- Being a Spinster
- Sharp pointy things
Hobbies:
- Working on looking presentable for her future husband
- Sewing, Cooking, Cleaning
- Hostessing Parties
- Tracing her family heritage on both sides
Fighting Specialty: Getting others to fight for her
Describe the extent of your powers/abilities:
Able to talk to the deceased, able to allow possession of her body for a short period of time, turn weapons that come at her to flowers if she sees them coming, ability to change inanimate objects into flowers as well with a touch, communicate with plants no control over, but they can chat.
Fatal Flaw:Upbringing: Cannot say no to a man
Please describe why you think you can stabilize a powerful character. Minimum of two well-developed paragraphs **Big Three Only**:
Please give a brief background on your minor god**Minor Gods Only**:
Persephone is the minor goddess of springtime, flowers and young life. She is also the queen of the Underworld.
Theme Song:Painting Flowers by All Time Low
Lyrics
Strange maze, what is this place?
I hear voices over my shoulder,
Nothing's making sense at all.
Wonder, why do we race?
When everyday we're runnin' in circles,
Such a funny way to fall.
Tried to open up my eyes,
I'm hopin' for a chance to make it alright.
[Chorus:]
When I wake up,
the dream isn't done.
I wanna see your face,
and know I made it home.
If nothing is true,
What more can I do?
I am still painting flowers for you.
[Verse 2:]
Show my cards,
Gave you my heart,
Wish we could start all over.
Nothing's makin' sense at all.
Tried to open up my eyes,
I'm hopin' for a chance to make it alright.
[Chorus:]
When I wake up,
the dream isn't done.
I wanna see your face,
and know I made it home.
If nothing is true,
What more can I do?
I am still painting flowers for you,
I am still painting flowers for you.
I heard everything you said,
I don't wanna lose my head,
When I wake up,
the dream isn't done.
I wanna see your face,
and know I made it home.
If nothing is true,
What more can I do?
I am still painting flowers for you,
I am still painting flowers for you.
...
The Puppeteer:
Name/ Alias: Jennifer
Age: 20
How long have you been role playing?: 5 years
Rate Your RPing 1-5 Stars according to our Star Rule (1 = beginner. 5= most advanced): 4
How did you find us?: Brooke
Role Playing Sample:
Lorelei silently walks through her cabin to her window, she then softly lifts her lace curtains her blue eyes glaze slightly looking towards the frozen lake, inside she is silently wishing that winter would end already that she could be outside and feel the hot sun above and the green grass below the warm air cradling her like a child in the spring and summer breezes. Like the flowers outside, she feels frozen inside, waiting to burst out of her hard icy shell and feel new, reborn.
Yet she must wait, for a few long weeks more, each second feels like a year that has gone by without being able to be free of her cold cage. She steps away from the window before the tears begin to fall, she knows that one day she will be able to feel that warmth again but for now it is not there. She sits down on her soft bed, straightening the cream comforter as she lays back and begins dreaming of the morning she will wake up and spring will be here.
Yet she must wait, for a few long weeks more, each second feels like a year that has gone by without being able to be free of her cold cage. She steps away from the window before the tears begin to fall, she knows that one day she will be able to feel that warmth again but for now it is not there. She sits down on her soft bed, straightening the cream comforter as she lays back and begins dreaming of the morning she will wake up and spring will be here.