Post by eriktaylor on Apr 6, 2011 23:26:30 GMT -8
Taylor, Erik
DEMIGOD
1st Year at Camp
Age: 13
Daughter of Athena
Alliance: Resistance
DEMIGOD
1st Year at Camp
Age: 13
Daughter of Athena
Alliance: Resistance
Appearance:
Eye(s): Grey
Hair: Honey Blond
Height: 4ft 11in
Build Type: Skinny
Brief Description:Erik is a semi-pretty blond daughter of athena with height problems and likes to win at arm wrestling, but isn't all for being a boy.
Background:
Mortal Parent(s): She doesn't know who he is...
Other Family: Adoptive parents: Jane and Chris Taylor
Pets: a black lab mix dog named Selly
Brief History: Erik has always known that she was adopted from the very start. She has always hated her adoptive parents ever since one of them hired a man to slice her with a dagger when she was little. Her real father (and only non-godly family member) died before she was even born, and she had always wished that she could get away from her parents, and succeeded several times, but they were rich and had the resources to bring her back from the street every single time.
She has only ever gone to Private school, and made her way to camp half blood when both a satyr and a monster show up at her school on her first day after getting herself kicked out of several. She wasn't sure what she would do when the danger came, but she defeated the monster using whatever she could get her hands on and the satyr took her over to camp where she was safe.
Personality:
Likes:
- Reading
- Writing
- Taking a stand
- Fighting against labels and judgmental people.
- Appreciating the small things
Dislikes:
- Labels
- Judgmental people
- Giving up
- People who try to control others
- Rudeness
Skills:
- Reading
- Writing
- Trickery
- Quick Thinking
- Speed
Weaknesses:
- Brutal Force
- Lack of sleep
- People who think just as quickly as her
- People standing against her
- Judging her
Passions:
- Literature
- Helping people be more brave
Fears:
- Spiders
- Knives
Hobbies:
- Protesting
- Literature
Fighting Specialty: Crossbow
Describe the extent of your powers/abilities: Erik is an excellent shot with a crossbow, and it's the perfect weapon for her, but if she can't use it she's fairly good at getting out of stick situations with a quick mind and a clever tongue.
Fatal Flaw: Thinking that she could run the world.
Theme Song: Do What You Want by OK Go
So you were born in an electrical storm, took a bite out the sun and saw your future in a machine built
for two. Now your rays make me kind of go crazy, shock and awe and amaze me, just a ticker tape parade and
me, but something was wrong till you tap danced on the air, in the night. Screaming at the top of your
lungs, you said, "Come on, come on. Do what you want. What could go wrong? Oh come on come on come on,
come on, do what you want. Oh come on come on. What could go wrong? Do do do do what you want." Come on.
Me, I was raised amid the trickle-down days. I woke up numb in the haze and saw my future machine built
for two, but the light gave me some kind of fright. How did wrong get so right and lead me stumbling
through the dark of night? Oh something was wrong, but you tap danced on the air, in the night, Screaming
at the top of your lungs you said, "Come on, come on. Do what you want. What could go wrong? Oh come on
come on come on, come on, do what you want. Oh come on come on. What could go wrong? Do do do do what you
want." Come on.
...
The Puppeteer:
Name/ Alias: Epic person
Age: 13
How long have you been role playing?: a few months
Rate Your RPing 1-5 Stars according to our Star Rule (1 = beginner. 5= most advanced): 4 Stars
How did you find us?: I saw a link on another site
Role Playing Sample:
I pumped my legs as fast and hard as they would allow not stopping for anything as I passed every building, every street, and every idiotic tourist that was wearing shirts from the gift shop so that they could look pretty for the camera. The monster followed us, and left screams in it's wake. I was about to turn onto a nearby side street, when I was slammed into by a guy who had no pants on and no shoes either so that a pair of furry legs and a couple of hooves were exposed.
He had a hat on top of his head, which held in his wild red hair and most likely something stranger than his inhuman features. I could tell that there was something wrong with him when he fell down and didn't get up. I reached down to help him, and a great red splotch of his red blood came off onto my hand.
"Hey!" I shouted at the girl, who was now ahead of me.
She ran over to me looking like the run had not been as kind to her as it had been to me. I held up my hand to her and she helped me pull the strange guy down the side street. The monster was just a block away from us now. We had to figure something out and soon because the poor guy was so heavy that there was no way to run with him in our arms.
I looked around for some assets and saw a car around the corner that looked like it could go about 400 miles per hour. I seized the opportunity and the girl smashed the glass by shooting it with an arrow. I pulled the injured guy in the car through the small window no matter how fat he was. Then I unlocked the door and opened it so that I could climb in. The girl took driver and I took shotgun, which if this plan didn't work might take on whole new meaning.
He had a hat on top of his head, which held in his wild red hair and most likely something stranger than his inhuman features. I could tell that there was something wrong with him when he fell down and didn't get up. I reached down to help him, and a great red splotch of his red blood came off onto my hand.
"Hey!" I shouted at the girl, who was now ahead of me.
She ran over to me looking like the run had not been as kind to her as it had been to me. I held up my hand to her and she helped me pull the strange guy down the side street. The monster was just a block away from us now. We had to figure something out and soon because the poor guy was so heavy that there was no way to run with him in our arms.
I looked around for some assets and saw a car around the corner that looked like it could go about 400 miles per hour. I seized the opportunity and the girl smashed the glass by shooting it with an arrow. I pulled the injured guy in the car through the small window no matter how fat he was. Then I unlocked the door and opened it so that I could climb in. The girl took driver and I took shotgun, which if this plan didn't work might take on whole new meaning.
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