Post by Anemone on May 30, 2011 22:08:25 GMT -8
Anemone
NYMPH
1st Year at Camp
Age: 67
Son/Daughter of Notus
Alliance: Neutral
NYMPH
1st Year at Camp
Age: 67
Son/Daughter of Notus
Alliance: Neutral
Appearance:
Eye(s): Brown
Hair: Dark Brown
Height: 5’2
Build Type: Petite and slender
Brief Description:
Anemone is petite and has soft, pretty, elfish features just like all other nymphs do. Her hair is dark brown and wavy. Whether there is a breeze or not, like other wind nymphs, her hair moves on its own. She is always in her white dress with a thin gray belt encircling her waist and causing it to billow out towards the middle. Her feet never touch the ground and she's always swaying while floating. Anemone's two front teeth are bigger than the rest of them and she has a mark on her arm that's always been there. The biggest part of her appearance is her transparency.
Background:
Mortal Parent(s): Eva Parker [human], Notus [god of the south wind]
Other Family: She counts children of any of the wind gods, Aeolus and other Aura as ‘family’.
Pets:
Brief History:
Anemone’s mother was what you would call a storm-chaser. She did this for photography and she was renowned for her works. There was hardly anyone else who could capture a storm on camera quite like she could. Eva was fearless and did anything possible to get as good a shot as she could. So, naturally, she managed to catch the sight of Notus, god of the south wind on one of her chases; this time a hurricane. Eva also managed to catch the sight of Zephyrus, god of the north wind. They fought over her for a time, but she chose Notus over Zephyrus. Zephyrus wasn’t pleased at another one of his brothers being chosen over him just like with Apollo.
A few months after Anemone was born, her mother went out to take photographs of a tornado in the spring. That was her last expedition. Anemone matured quickly in the few months she was with her mother, and being a wind nymph she traveled to Missouri where her mother had gone. She searched for days and days until she came across a beaten camera. The film was still inside and even thought the pictures came out damaged, Anemone treasured and kept them to herself. Anemone believes that Zephyrus was the cause behind her mother’s death. This proves to her as a reminder that there’s always a darker side to something gentle.
Anemone spent most of her time out wandering from place to place over many years, never staying in one spot for too long as was her nature. Anemone was born a free spirit and believed in going on the road and seeing where she ended up. She even worked for Aeolus for a time until deciding to move on. During her wanderings, she became familiar with wind chimes because of a man she met when she went to Florida for a while. Anemone fell in love with him and he with her. She also fell in love with him because of his fascination with hurricanes. One fateful day Southern Florida was torn apart by what came to be known as Hurricane Andrew. He lost his life in the devastation and Anemone was left heartbroken. She then became afraid of her control over the wind which was something she used to be proud of. Eventually she came across Camp Half-Blood and floated about unseen. Anemone decided she rather liked it and has since become a frequent face in the camp for almost a year, though she does disappear at random intervals in time.
Personality:
Likes:
- Canada (nothing bad ever happens there)
- breezes
- wind chimes
- pegasi
- no boundaries
- outdoors
- people who can make her laugh
Dislikes:
- being mistaken for a ghost
- Zephyrus
- being restricted
- anyone or anything messing with her chimes and bells
- tornados and hurricanes
- selfishness
- conformists
- her name
- being ignored
- not being able to control herself
Skills:
- very good control over air/wind
- teleportation
- musical composition (hand bells and wind chimes of course)
- aim
- very good memory, remembers many things from her travels
Weaknesses:
- air-tight spaces restrict her
- her powers scare her
- wears her heart on her sleeve (proudly)
- she can be demanding
- she can be uncompromising
- she can’t hate someone who can make her laugh (in a happy way)
Passions:
- Making music with wind chimes and hand bells
- Traveling
Fears:
- no more wind
- losing someone else she loves
Hobbies:
- making wind chimes and handbells
- photography from time to time
Fighting Specialty: Wind manipulation
Describe the extent of your powers/abilities:
Anemone can float like other aura and has the ability to manipulate wind to a certain extent. She can use it to divert the paths of projectiles or use it to keep something on target. She can dissolve into wind itself and reform where she pleases. Being born of Notus, god of the south wind, she is capable of creating her own mild hurricanes, small tornados and gales strong enough to move people easily. Anemone is afraid of doing anything to strong in case she hurts someone. Her lack of control over her temper causes her to lash out and when she does she feels devastated. She is also extremely useful when it comes to CPR and lack of oxygen.
Fatal Flaw:
Anemone's fatal flaw is her inability to be true to herself and accept who she is. She lets the past control her future and herself.
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**:
Notus is the god of the south wind which is associated with the storms of late summer and autumn.
Theme Song: Born to be Wild by Steppenwolf
Lyrics
Get your motor running
Head out on the highway
Looking for adventure
In whatever comes our way
Yeah, darling
Gonna make it happen
Take the world in a love embrace
Fire all of your guns at once and
Explode into space
I like smoke and lightning
Heavy metal thunder
Racing in the wind
And the feeling that I'm under
Yeah, darling
Gonna make it happen
Take the world in a love embrace
Fire all of your guns at once and
Explode into space
Like a true nature child
We were born
Born to be wild
We have climbed so high
Never want to die
Born to be wild
Born to be wild
...
The Puppeteer:
Name/ Alias: Jelly
Age: 14
How long have you been role playing?: 4 years, almost 5
Rate Your RPing 1-5 Stars according to our Star Rule (1 = beginner. 5= most advanced): Ummm…probably about a 4.
How did you find us?: Ad on another RP site
Role Playing Sample:
Meav plopped herself down onto the ground, sketchbook in her lap, staring at the looming tree in front of her. The branches were sticking out at an awkward angle and a few of them were cracked or broken, hanging there. It looked like some demented hallows. Then again, all hallows were demented. She chewed on her lip reaching down into her trenchcoat pocket for her pencil. Meav cursed and glared at the newly-formed hole, her finger peeking out slightly. She finds something interesting and she loses her pencil on the way over to it. Great!, she thought bitterly.
Looking around for the soft-tipped drawing pencil on her hands and knees she looked up when she heard sudden quick footsteps. Her ears perked up and she got up slowly, listening closely. Whatever it was, it was in a hurry. Meav looked around for the cause of the scuffling. She completely stood up and followed the sound of an alarmed yell followed by a loud thump. Completely forgetting about her search, she rushed towards the rucus and was met with a young man, who was on the ground cursing to the heavens. Around him were spirals and he began to gather them up. Normally, Meav would've immediately begun to assist him, but she was stumped.
Why, you ask? His hair was on fire, that's why. He didn't seem to be taking any notice of it either. Meav tried to wrap her mind around it. Last time she checked, running through the forest and tripping over what she believed was that obscenely large root in the corner of her vision while carrying spirals didn't add up and equal spontaneously inflamed hair. She stood there, frozen and confused as to how she was supposed to react to the scene in front of her for a few moments before something clicked. Meav took a few steps forward and managed to choke out," Y-Your hairs on fire!"
She instinctively waved her hands up and down while looking around fruitlessly, waiting for some magical fire extinguisher to appear out of nowhere. That of course, didn't happen, so she just continued to stare wide-eyed at the flames licking at his head. The odd thing was, it didn't seem to be affecting him in any way or devouring his hair.
Looking around for the soft-tipped drawing pencil on her hands and knees she looked up when she heard sudden quick footsteps. Her ears perked up and she got up slowly, listening closely. Whatever it was, it was in a hurry. Meav looked around for the cause of the scuffling. She completely stood up and followed the sound of an alarmed yell followed by a loud thump. Completely forgetting about her search, she rushed towards the rucus and was met with a young man, who was on the ground cursing to the heavens. Around him were spirals and he began to gather them up. Normally, Meav would've immediately begun to assist him, but she was stumped.
Why, you ask? His hair was on fire, that's why. He didn't seem to be taking any notice of it either. Meav tried to wrap her mind around it. Last time she checked, running through the forest and tripping over what she believed was that obscenely large root in the corner of her vision while carrying spirals didn't add up and equal spontaneously inflamed hair. She stood there, frozen and confused as to how she was supposed to react to the scene in front of her for a few moments before something clicked. Meav took a few steps forward and managed to choke out," Y-Your hairs on fire!"
She instinctively waved her hands up and down while looking around fruitlessly, waiting for some magical fire extinguisher to appear out of nowhere. That of course, didn't happen, so she just continued to stare wide-eyed at the flames licking at his head. The odd thing was, it didn't seem to be affecting him in any way or devouring his hair.