Post by Vidette Walker on Apr 10, 2011 5:49:01 GMT -8
Walker, Vidette Lynn
DEMIGOD
4th Year at Camp
Age: Seventeen years of age
Daughter of Athena
Alliance: Resistance
DEMIGOD
4th Year at Camp
Age: Seventeen years of age
Daughter of Athena
Alliance: Resistance
Appearance:
Eyes: stormy, gunmetal grey eyes
Hair: straight and long blond hair
Height: approximately 5'4"
Build Type: slender but toned
Brief Description: Vidette has the standard appearance of a child of Athena. Stern grey eyes that are a bit on the apathetic side but that really are what gives her away most of the time. Straight blond hair that comes to an end somewhere around her waist but that she often keeps it back in a ponytail because she gets irritated when her hair gets in her way. Even though it requires quite a bit of effort most of the time, Vidette does try to keep her hair nice and glossy. With lightly tanned skin, most of her scars aren't very noticeable. However, one of her more prominent scars that are visible is a pale slash that runs the length of her left collarbone and a light, thin scar on her right cheekbone.
Background:
Mortal Parents: Pierce Walker, Vidette's father, an easy-going man who always had a pleasant relationship with his daughter. Then there's Felicity Walker, Vidette's step-mother, a calm and mellow woman with a tame temper.
Other Family: Vidette has two mortal half-siblings, one younger brother and another younger sister. Vidette's younger brother's name would be Finn Walker and their kid sister's name is Ivy Walker. She also had another half-brother who was a year younger than her but nobody talks about him.
Pets: None.
Brief History: Vidette grew up in Winnipeg, Manitoba (which was honestly more fitting for a child of Khione or something) but moved to Toronto, Ontario when she was twelve years old. As a child, Vidette showed no extraordinary knowledge or talents, but she also didn't attract any monsters - which was a huge relief.
She led a pretty normal life for the most part. She did her part, did her chores, managed to not fail most of her classes, got along with her family, and tried to be the best daughter and older sister she could be. Like other demigods, she was kicked out of schools all of the time but her parents tended to be less hard on her than any other parents might be - the advantage of having two extremely laid back parents. When she was the age of fourteen, the monsters began to swarm to her and crashed up a whole bunch of stuff - it cost a fortune! Her father knew what was up and waited for a satyr to pop up in her life before sending them on their way to New York. It's as simple as that.
Personality: While inheriting her father's notorious mild temper and patience, Vidette may come across as cold and callous. She holds herself back and often doesn't express how she's feeling, her believing that expression of her thoughts also shows weakness. Although she is not shy, she tends to keep quiet for the most part so when she speaks up, people tend to listen. As even-tempered as she is, Vidette will sometimes get angry and when she does, the anger comes quick and hot. Rarely does she ever get frustrated over little things and when she gets angry, Vidette gets angry for a good reason.
Vidette is a bit of a loner. She feels uncomfortable when surrounded by people and she is most at ease when she is only in the company of herself. Because she usually doesn't say very much, others tend to be awkward around her and eventually leave her alone, something that works out in her favour. She enjoys being left alone and having time to think to herself. Lacking in social graces, she often doesn't feel compelled to talk to fill the silence, something that may seem strange to others but is completely normal to Vidette.
She does what is necessary and accepts what's given to her but she is also unbending and unforgiving. If anyone acts against her or camp, she will never give them a second shot - not that she trusted them the first time around. If it is required, Vidette will lie without hesitation and she will lie easily ever though she is usually quite honest and sincere in all the things she does and says. Courageous and loyal, once she forms the rare friendship between herself and another camper, Vidette will go through all lengths to help that person and would go to the ends of the earth to keep them from getting hurt. But she hides the jealous and close-minded nature of herself from others, the nature that she knows will someday be her unraveling.
Likes:
- Movies
- Food
- Being alone
- Snow globes
- Music boxes
Dislikes:
- Being put on the spot
- Being around emotional people
- Most people in general (with the exception of friends and family)
- Arguments
- Getting stuck in a crowd
Skills:
- Drawing
- Making solid plans
- Gift in combat
- Sword-fighting
- Hand-to-hand combat
Weaknesses:
- Trusting others
- Holds herself back
- Unbending/Rigid/Stubborn
- Unforgiving
- Jealous and close-mindedness
Passions:
- Singing
- Art
Fears:
- Spiders (naturally)
- Death
Hobbies:
- Board games, outdoor games, and video games
- Jewelry making
- Cooking (which she is surprisingly talented at)
- Reading
- Running
Fighting Specialty: Swordsmanship
Describe the extent of your powers/abilities: Vidette does not have any powers. However, she is very wise and skilled in combat - particularly with swords.
Fatal Flaw: A jealous and intolerant nature as well as an unwillingness to trust allies.
Theme Song: Wheels by the Foo Fighters
I know what you're thinkin'
We were goin' down
I can feel the sinkin'
But then I came around
And everyone I've loved before
Flashed before my eyes
And nothin' mattered anymore
I looked into the sky
Well I wanted something better man
I wished for something new
And I wanted something beautiful
And wish for something true
Been lookin' for a reason man
Something to lose
When the wheels come down (When the wheels come down)
When the wheels touch ground (When the wheels touch ground)
And you feel like it's all over
There's another round for you
When the wheels come down (When the wheels come down)
Know your head is spinnin'
Broken hearts will mend
This is our beginning
Comin to an end
Well, you wanted something better man
You wished for something new
Well, you wanted something beautiful
Wished for something true
Been lookin for a reason man
Something to lose
When the wheels come down (When the wheels come down)
When the wheels touch ground (When the wheels touch ground)
And you feel like it's all over
There's another round for you
When the wheels come down (When the wheels come down)
When the wheels come down (When the wheels come down)
When the wheels touch ground (When the wheels touch ground)
And you feel like it's all over
There's another round for you
When the wheels come down (When the wheels come down)
When the wheels come down (When the wheels come down)
When the wheels touch ground (When the wheels touch ground)
And you feel like it's all over
There's another round for you
When the wheels come down (When the wheels come down)
...
The Puppeteer:
Name/Alias: Well, on forums I usually go around as Crispy Bacon so I guess you could call me CB but if you call each other by name, I guess you could call me Monica.
Age: 13
How long have you been role playing?: Around two years or so.
Rate Your RPing 1-5 Stars according to our Star Rule: Err, I would say 4 to be on the safe side.
How did you find us?: I'm pretty sure I saw an advertisement in the proboards advertising section. It was around a few weeks ago though, so I might remember incorrectly.
Role Playing Sample:
My posts can range anywhere from this (possibly shorter, around a paragraph or so if I'm not feeling inspired)
Thank the gods. He had been nervous she wouldn't show for no reason. "Didn't you say two hours?" He asked in a defensive way, though it wasn't really a question. After a moment (or rather, a second), he dropped the face and replaced it with his usual grin. "'Sides, you can't really go visit my mother without me. That would be pretty weird. Although she does enjoy any company of any sort." He said, furrowing his eyebrows. He shook it off, however, and scanned her clothing.
Simple (if in a way of dressing that the military dressed in), competent, looked good on her - you didn't really need more than that. Girls who cared too much about clothing were silly anyways, they weren't real women. "You look.. nice. My ma's not going to shoot you or anything, no worries." Fletcher said, laughing before beginning to follow her down the hill. "She lives in Atlantic City though, we're going to catch a train - I'll pay, no worries again. The ride's about two and a half hours though, so we'll have to entertain each other." It was his turn to wink now.
Frowning, he paused by the side of the road, realizing that buses didn't come by Camp Half-Blood. "Huh. Would you mind walking to the train station or would you prefer that I carry you there?" He asked, cracking a smile at her.
Simple (if in a way of dressing that the military dressed in), competent, looked good on her - you didn't really need more than that. Girls who cared too much about clothing were silly anyways, they weren't real women. "You look.. nice. My ma's not going to shoot you or anything, no worries." Fletcher said, laughing before beginning to follow her down the hill. "She lives in Atlantic City though, we're going to catch a train - I'll pay, no worries again. The ride's about two and a half hours though, so we'll have to entertain each other." It was his turn to wink now.
Frowning, he paused by the side of the road, realizing that buses didn't come by Camp Half-Blood. "Huh. Would you mind walking to the train station or would you prefer that I carry you there?" He asked, cracking a smile at her.
To this baby that I don't understand how I got (this was in a medieval setting, by the way, so the language might be kind of weird? I don't know, it was a while ago). These posts are pretty rare though, unless I have an extraordinary role playing partner or am feeling simply fantastic.
Lips pressed firmly together as he brushed a bug from his pant leg calmly and continued searching for the pouches of tea leaves and numerous other things the silly, inexperienced servant - who had been ordered to fetch bundles of odds and ends so the nobles could judge his skill and potential - had dropped. Of course, Alfred had been the one to fix the mistakes that the servant, his name was something like William, had made. Alfred was always the one to set things straight, the older nobles made sure of it, after all, they were his seniors and the young ones should be the ones to run around all the time.
It didn't mean that Alfred couldn't heave a quiet sigh before continuing to brush away the leaves. That had been the third one that afternoon. He wasn't too happy about that. Sure, he was a fan of nature and didn't have a huge fear of spiders or anything, but three insects in one day was ridiculous. It was hard enough to come across peace and quiet while a war was raging, people were constantly pestering him, trying to get him to join their side, the more support the better. Alfred didn't want to get involved though. War was terrible. A horrible thing that should be avoided if it can be. The silent and solemn threat of defiance and an uprising had been there for a while, but the new law had been the final straw. They snapped. The people did, sought out help from the higher-ups, and then the sides were made. Allies and Rebels.
Oh yeah, and then there were the neutral people. Citizens who did not wish to choose a side, but to instead experience as peaceful a life they could manage to experience during constant battles, bloodied fights, heated arguments that turned into full on brawls. Brothers turning hostile towards one another, families separated between the sides. There were few people who could travel throughout Thalimvar freely. It was simply horrid and unpleasant.
Alfred stayed anyways.
Thalimvar was home, and he wasn't one to desert things when they were in need, especially something was so fond of. As a noble, he had access to transportation and he could very well leave the territory if he so desired, but he would never do such a thing, though he couldn't say the same for some of his fellow rich folk. Some couldn't escape the realm quick enough. As soon as war was declared, off they were. To other kingdoms, maybe even other worlds. He wasn't sure. A few of his friends had been among the ones to leave, but he refused to think of them, despite their pleading for his understanding. It just wasn't right to leave something when it was in need. The majority of his comrades, however, had chosen sides. He was left alone in Riverwell. After all, it was more exciting to fight.
Those naive, green young men had a more romantic view on war. They didn't know what it was like to have a man die at their swords. To know that life was slowly slipping from his body, and it was their fault. Their hands were forever stained red with the blood of the men they killed. Murdered. Executed. Or maybe Alfred was just being dramatic? That would be the first time, he didn't enjoy making people think things are anything more then they actually were. When he was a child, he hated disappointment. Not when other people disappointed him, no no, the risk of that was always there, but when he disappointed others. It was like he wasn't good enough to meet - or even exceed - their expectations. Alfred knew that he could exceed their expectations if he just tried hard enough, but he lacked the drive, the motivation to do such. Trying his best used up so much energy and he needed to know if it was worth it.
"Where did that William drop those things?" He asked aloud rather than mentally, because the forest was eerily quiet and he just wanted to shout. Shouting to nobody in particular would seem odd though so he just asked this question very loudly. Alfred was a mostly quiet, serious man, feeling the need to break silence was irregular and an alien feeling for him.
Tousling his ash blonde hair, he stood up (because he had been on all fours previously) and brushed his clothes off. This search was quite hopeless, and he predicted a grim ending for the quest. An ending involving Alfred going home empty-handed and very ruffled looking. The older nobles would greatly enjoy teasing and making fun of him, as they always did. Alfred didn't mind their playful banter though, it made the older men seem youthful, kept them fresh, alive. And alive was definitely something in war times.
Ears pricking at a distant sound that he couldn't quite make out, Alfred squinted and examined the forest around him much more carefully. The noise was muffled, and very very faint but it was there, he was sure of it. Funny how his ears had learned to pick up even the slightest racket, maybe it was because he didn't use his voice very often so his hearing made up for it. Such a talent would be useful to make a living as a hunter, but Alfred couldn't bring himself to kill things himself. It was.. cruel. But for some reason, he didn't mind if someone else did, as long as he wasn't there to witness it. Call him anything you wanted. Saying something was cruel but not minding if someone else did it. That was pretty strange of him.
Refocusing on the direction from which the sound originated, his curiosity took over and he began treading that way. He was wondering what could possibly have made a noise like that this deep in the forest? Tripping over a raised tree root, he clamped his mouth shut and furrowed his brows. Even he didn't want to have anymore business in the depths of the woods, who knew what types of creatures resided in such a place - possibly even people.
Shuddering at the thought but continuing anyways, Alfred eyed the vegetation around him warily, as if they might become animated and start attacking him at any moment. That wasn't a childish thought was it? It was possible after all! Who knew what could happen in a world full of magic and mischief. There were so many possibilities, he couldn't be sure as what was true and what wasn't. Which legends and stories were based off truth and which were simply thought up. Magi and healers existed, all with unique powers and abilities. Alfred couldn't be absolutely sure of anything.
Except the fact that there had been a sound, and that he was traveling to it's origins at the moment.
Now that he had walked quite a bit, he also saw some light, and a figure. As he got closer he made out the shape of a hut-like place. So there were people living in the forest. Or just one person. Maybe it was possible to survive off the resources of nature? Made sense. But by yourself? How would you not go insane? Or maybe, the person was insane already. Pausing now, he shuffled from foot to foot and tried to decide whether he should approach the suspicious building or not. It might be worth his while, he might learn a thing or two, but then again, there were risks. He had no idea what this person, or these people were like. They might attack him. It was a chance he was willing to take.
Closing the distance between himself and the structure in a few powerful strides - his long legs helping him for the most part, Alfred took a deep breath before rapping on the door to the.. house sharply, swallowing his fear and trying to look as confident as he could. He managed a lazy expression, not quite what he was aiming for but close enough.
It didn't mean that Alfred couldn't heave a quiet sigh before continuing to brush away the leaves. That had been the third one that afternoon. He wasn't too happy about that. Sure, he was a fan of nature and didn't have a huge fear of spiders or anything, but three insects in one day was ridiculous. It was hard enough to come across peace and quiet while a war was raging, people were constantly pestering him, trying to get him to join their side, the more support the better. Alfred didn't want to get involved though. War was terrible. A horrible thing that should be avoided if it can be. The silent and solemn threat of defiance and an uprising had been there for a while, but the new law had been the final straw. They snapped. The people did, sought out help from the higher-ups, and then the sides were made. Allies and Rebels.
Oh yeah, and then there were the neutral people. Citizens who did not wish to choose a side, but to instead experience as peaceful a life they could manage to experience during constant battles, bloodied fights, heated arguments that turned into full on brawls. Brothers turning hostile towards one another, families separated between the sides. There were few people who could travel throughout Thalimvar freely. It was simply horrid and unpleasant.
Alfred stayed anyways.
Thalimvar was home, and he wasn't one to desert things when they were in need, especially something was so fond of. As a noble, he had access to transportation and he could very well leave the territory if he so desired, but he would never do such a thing, though he couldn't say the same for some of his fellow rich folk. Some couldn't escape the realm quick enough. As soon as war was declared, off they were. To other kingdoms, maybe even other worlds. He wasn't sure. A few of his friends had been among the ones to leave, but he refused to think of them, despite their pleading for his understanding. It just wasn't right to leave something when it was in need. The majority of his comrades, however, had chosen sides. He was left alone in Riverwell. After all, it was more exciting to fight.
Those naive, green young men had a more romantic view on war. They didn't know what it was like to have a man die at their swords. To know that life was slowly slipping from his body, and it was their fault. Their hands were forever stained red with the blood of the men they killed. Murdered. Executed. Or maybe Alfred was just being dramatic? That would be the first time, he didn't enjoy making people think things are anything more then they actually were. When he was a child, he hated disappointment. Not when other people disappointed him, no no, the risk of that was always there, but when he disappointed others. It was like he wasn't good enough to meet - or even exceed - their expectations. Alfred knew that he could exceed their expectations if he just tried hard enough, but he lacked the drive, the motivation to do such. Trying his best used up so much energy and he needed to know if it was worth it.
"Where did that William drop those things?" He asked aloud rather than mentally, because the forest was eerily quiet and he just wanted to shout. Shouting to nobody in particular would seem odd though so he just asked this question very loudly. Alfred was a mostly quiet, serious man, feeling the need to break silence was irregular and an alien feeling for him.
Tousling his ash blonde hair, he stood up (because he had been on all fours previously) and brushed his clothes off. This search was quite hopeless, and he predicted a grim ending for the quest. An ending involving Alfred going home empty-handed and very ruffled looking. The older nobles would greatly enjoy teasing and making fun of him, as they always did. Alfred didn't mind their playful banter though, it made the older men seem youthful, kept them fresh, alive. And alive was definitely something in war times.
Ears pricking at a distant sound that he couldn't quite make out, Alfred squinted and examined the forest around him much more carefully. The noise was muffled, and very very faint but it was there, he was sure of it. Funny how his ears had learned to pick up even the slightest racket, maybe it was because he didn't use his voice very often so his hearing made up for it. Such a talent would be useful to make a living as a hunter, but Alfred couldn't bring himself to kill things himself. It was.. cruel. But for some reason, he didn't mind if someone else did, as long as he wasn't there to witness it. Call him anything you wanted. Saying something was cruel but not minding if someone else did it. That was pretty strange of him.
Refocusing on the direction from which the sound originated, his curiosity took over and he began treading that way. He was wondering what could possibly have made a noise like that this deep in the forest? Tripping over a raised tree root, he clamped his mouth shut and furrowed his brows. Even he didn't want to have anymore business in the depths of the woods, who knew what types of creatures resided in such a place - possibly even people.
Shuddering at the thought but continuing anyways, Alfred eyed the vegetation around him warily, as if they might become animated and start attacking him at any moment. That wasn't a childish thought was it? It was possible after all! Who knew what could happen in a world full of magic and mischief. There were so many possibilities, he couldn't be sure as what was true and what wasn't. Which legends and stories were based off truth and which were simply thought up. Magi and healers existed, all with unique powers and abilities. Alfred couldn't be absolutely sure of anything.
Except the fact that there had been a sound, and that he was traveling to it's origins at the moment.
Now that he had walked quite a bit, he also saw some light, and a figure. As he got closer he made out the shape of a hut-like place. So there were people living in the forest. Or just one person. Maybe it was possible to survive off the resources of nature? Made sense. But by yourself? How would you not go insane? Or maybe, the person was insane already. Pausing now, he shuffled from foot to foot and tried to decide whether he should approach the suspicious building or not. It might be worth his while, he might learn a thing or two, but then again, there were risks. He had no idea what this person, or these people were like. They might attack him. It was a chance he was willing to take.
Closing the distance between himself and the structure in a few powerful strides - his long legs helping him for the most part, Alfred took a deep breath before rapping on the door to the.. house sharply, swallowing his fear and trying to look as confident as he could. He managed a lazy expression, not quite what he was aiming for but close enough.