Post by Rhonan Azuro on Jun 8, 2011 11:57:08 GMT -8
Azuro,Rhonan
DEMIGOD
#9 Year at Camp
Age:17
Daughter of Eris
Alliance: Rebel
DEMIGOD
#9 Year at Camp
Age:17
Daughter of Eris
Alliance: Rebel
Appearance:
Eye(s): blue
Hair: dark brown, occasionally it looks black
Height: 5'9"
Build Type: long, lightly muscled limbs that form an athletic body.
Brief Description:
Rhonan stands at 5'9" and weighs 135 lbs. She has fair skin but is often tan because she spends so much time out in the sun. She has long dark brown hair that hangs below her shoulders in voluminous waves. Rhonan has almond shaped, faded blue eyes and lush pink lips. Rhonan isn't much for wearing pink. She loves black and reds but has a strong dislike for pastel colors.
Background:
Mortal Parent(s): Gabriel Azuro
Other Family: none
Pets: Rottweiler named Atlas
Brief History:
Rhonan's father met Eris 17 years ago in Europe when he was traveling for business. Gabriel hadn't known who she was at first but it wasn't unlike Eris to brag about who she was and what she was famous for doing. It wasn't until quite a while later that Gabriel wound up with a daughter. He hadn't quite known what to do with Rhonan at first but after a while he warmed up to the little girl.
Over the years, Rhonan got harder and harder to handle. She was always getting intro trouble, mostly being named an instigator in fights. Her father tried to figure out why Rhonan was so mean at times and at first he thought it was because her mother wasn't present. The one thing that had slipped his mind that Rhonan was the daughter of Eris. When he finally decided to research her he found out that she was the Goddess of Strife and Discord. Rhonan hadn't known for several years that she was a demigod. But when she started showing signs that she wasn't entirely normal her father told her, despite the fact that it wasn't entirely safe for him to do so.
Rhonan had started out somewhat sweet but by the time she was 8 it was clear she needed help controlling her powers. This lead her father to take her to Camp Half-Blood in order to be around other kids like her.
Personality:
Rhonan is very similar to her mother. She is very unfriendly and loves instigating fights. Rhonan doesn't look too intimidating at first but once you get to know her you'll learn to stay away from her if you don't want a fight to start between you, your friends, and/or your enemies.
Although her mother is always mean, Rhonan does have a bit of a soft side. She can be friendly, in a way, to other rebels and other people who also like to cause trouble. She is a very complicated girl, however, when it comes down to it, Rhonan is dark, cruel, mysterious, and unforgiving.
Going deeper into her soft side, Rhonan has a love for reading and writing. She has always been good about expressing her feelings and putting pen to paper. Often times, when you don't find her instigating a fight or dueling with another demigod, she's hidden herself somewhere. Although she always comes off as harsh, there are a few people in the world Rhonan allows herself to become friends with.
Likes:
- fighting
- causing trouble
- spicy food
- animals
- techno, rave, etc.
- boys
Dislikes:
- Every god/goddess except for Eris, Ares, & Hades
- Obedient people
- People who try to solve problems in a civil manner
- Being singled out, like her mother was during the wedding of Peleus and Thetis.
- Planes
Skills:
- instigating fights
- fighting
- swordsmanship
- lying
- being loyal to her mother
Weaknesses:
- love & kindness
- truth
- spiders
- carrots [allergic]
- when people insult her mother
Passions:
- war
- writing
Fears:
- she won't make her mother proud
- the rebels will lose
Hobbies:
- dueling
- reading & writing
Fighting Specialty: Rhonan's fighting specialty is close combat. She almost always uses a jeweled sword. People will hardly ever see her using anything other than her sword unless she is forced to.
Describe the extent of your powers/abilities: Rhonan is very manipulative. Since she doesn't have the Golden Apple like her mother, she has a much stronger way with her words. She can say almost anything to a group of friends or enemies in order to make them break out into a fight, making this her specialty. Her mother has the power to control evil spirits but Rhonan cannot. She can, however, sense when they are about.
Fatal Flaw: Love is Rhonan's fatal flaw. The one thing that always kept Gabriel [her father] and Rhonan apart was how much he loved her. Rhonan has always felt that love made her weak and so she always disregarded her father's love.
Please give a brief background on your minor god**Minor Gods Only**:
Rhonan's mother is the minor goddess Eris, also known as Discordia in Roman mythology. Eris is the goddess of discord and strife. She is responsible for the infamous Golden Apple of Discord. Rhonan's father met Eris 17 years ago in Europe when he was traveling for business. It wasn't until months later that he knew he had a daughter. Eris loves stirring up trouble and causing war to break out. Eris was nicknamed the Demon of Strife and Discord and is often depicted with black wings.
Eris is most associated with the Trojan War. At the wedding of Thetis and Peleus she brought a Golden Apple and told all of the goddesses that only the fairest of them all could have the apple. The Gods & Goddesses often use Eris to start war between mortals. After a battle, Eris usually takes all of the death & suffering unto herself for power. Eris also created the evil spirits that were locked away until Pandora set them free.
Theme Song:
Lyrics
I'm gonna fight 'em off
A seven nation army couldn't hold me back
They're gonna rip it off
Taking their time right behind my back
And I'm talking to myself at night
Because I can't forget
Back and forth through my mind
Behind a cigarette
And the message coming from my eyes
Says leave it alone
Don't want to hear about it
Every single one's got a story to tell
Everyone knows about it
From the Queen of England to the hounds of hell
And if I catch it coming back my way
I'm gonna serve it to you
And that ain't what you want to hear
But that's what I'll do
And a feeling coming from my bones
Says find a home
I'm going to Wichita
Far from this opera forevermore
I'm gonna work this job
Make the sweat drip out of every pore
And I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding
Right before the lord
All the words are gonna bleed from me
And I will think no more
And the stains coming from my blood
tell me "go back home"
"Seven Nation Army" - The White Stripes
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Role Playing Sample:
Rain watched the boys quietly. She was old enough to be their great great great ancestor. She wouldn't be surprised if they had a bit of Tristan blood in them. Rain's blue eyes flickered from Dawn to the boys as one of them spoke. She didn't really like it when people thought werewolves shouldn't stick their noses in shifter business. Most of the werewolves were far older than many of the shifters because they'd been there since their packs were cursed.
She watched the boys focus their attention on her and she could feel her canines coming down as she watched them. Rain's blue eyes flashed in the early morning light and she eyed the boys as they shifted. Jaguars, huh? Seemed to be a popular choice these days. Rain watched them as they came towards her but she kept Dawn in her sights as well. It seemed the boys needed to learn their lesson and even though she had a bone to pick with shifters, she figured she could at least side with Dawn for the time being.
Rain shifted into her wolf form; her long limbs stretching down underneath her. She swished her tail from side to side as her blue orbs watched Dawn take on one of the boys. Her blue eyes were bright agaisnt her white coat and she waited to do anything until one of them was almost upon her. The two of them circled each other for a few seconds before he took the first lunge. Rain was a seasoned fighter and even though the boys were in the form of a fierce animal, she was much heartless in her fighting. Rain snapped at the boy's long tail and she was only able to give the very tip a quick nip. He turned towards her and hissed only to receive a low warning growl. No doubt people in the town were bound to hear the fight going on, but what did Rain care?
Rain took a leap over the jaguar's back before turning on her hind legs quickly and grabbing onto the scruff behind his neck. She held on even as he fell backwards onto her. She looked over at Dawn quickly and in those few seconds the boy managed to scratch her across her back. Rain dug her large canines even deeper into his skin until he began to back away from her. As the boy walked away Rain slowly began to shift back into her human form until her limbs looked more human than wolf. She herself backed into the bushes, dragging her bag with her before slipping on her pair of boots and her spare tunic and leggings. She would need to try and keep form shifting while dressed to save some clothing.
Rain cocked her head and watched the boys quietly. There were a few more boys and Rain took a few steps over to them. There were a few people from the town watching but she knew they wouldn't say anything about her being a werewolf. Sure, werewolves weren't welcome anywhere nowadays, but they weren't afraid to take a few lives to get people to keep their mouths shut.