Post by Emily Aurora McAllister on Feb 25, 2011 8:01:50 GMT -8
McAllister, Emily Aurora
DEMIGOD
Second Year at Camp
Age: 15
Daughter of Apollo
DEMIGOD
Second Year at Camp
Age: 15
Daughter of Apollo
Appearance:
Eye(s): light brown
Hair: dusty blond
Height: 5' 2"
Build Type: slim
Brief Description: Emily's wavy dusty blond hair reaches just to her shoulders and bangs, but she usually has it in a ponytail. She dresses casually, usually in jeans, a t-shirt (no matter what the weather is like), and a sweatshirt, but only when it's cold. She wears a black leather bracelet that has her name etched onto it. She wears glasses over her light brown eyes because of her near-sighted-ness inherited from her mother.
Background:
Mortal Parent(s): Silvia McAllister
Other Family: Andrew McAllister (stepdad) and Jason McAllister (Stepbrother)
Pets: chestnut clydesdale-like pegasus named Katina
Brief History: Emily was born to Silvia Jones the first of March. When Emily was three, her mother married Andrew McAllister. The marriage made Silvia change both her last name and Emily's last name. And Emily found herself with a new dad and a brother only a year older than her. But she knew, deep down as she got older, her dad - her real dad - was someone way cooler than her stepdad. Not that she didn't care for Andrew. It just wasn't the same as having her real father around. She tried to get her mother to tell her more about her real father, but Silvia never said much, only that he could brighten a room the second he stepped inside.
She seemed to pick up the skills for composing poetry, like her mother had taken up writing in her spare time. Her room became cluttered with notebooks filled to the brim with poems and short stories. She often found her inspiration by walking through the field by her house at dawn, always enjoying the sight of the sun rising in the sky. She was also able to heal a few minor cuts and bruises, showing even more that she was different from her family.
When Emily turned thirteen, things got a bit...wild. She saw creatures she had learned about only through the Greek Mythology stories she read for school. And one morning, one of them, a monter that seemed to have too many arms (or som), attacked her. Emily somehow managed to get away, but she was left extremely frightened. She told her mother what had happened. Silvia couldn't hold back any longer and she told Emily who she suspected her real father was. That summer, after avoiding countless monsters, Emily attended Camp Half Blood for the first time as the daughter of Apollo.
Personality:
Likes:
- Singing
- writing poems/fiction
- being hyper
- archery
- riding pegasi
- anything sugary
- dawn
Dislikes:
- Dull acedemic writing
- spiders
- bad poetry
- a dead fire (roaring ones are so much better! :3 )
- not being able to help out
Skills:
- writer
- archer
- singer
- slight medical skills
Weaknesses:
- too much sugar (too much of a good thing, ya know?)
- spiders
- helping any who need it
- the dark
Passions:
- poetry/fiction
- archery
Fears:
- the dark
- spiders
Hobbies:
- composing poems
- riding pegasi
Fighting Specialty: Bow and arrow
Describe the extent of your powers/abilities: slight healing abilities
Fatal Flaw: helping out too much
Theme Song:
Words, Hands Hearts by Yellowcard
The whole world was sleeping
And I was there
You could just sense this feeling in the air
Like no one's words were good enough to define what we feared
And no one's words were strong enough to fix what happened here
Chorus
Lead on to save me
Lead us all there
Find me some answers
One nation beware
Can't tell the difference between myth and man
Or what's necessary or where I should stand
The whole world is different now men have died
They can just sense this feeling in our eyes
Like no one's hands are big enough
To hold onto this fear
And no one's hands are strong enough to fix what happened here
Chorus
So do we dare now
Raise our voices loud
We're searching for something that cannot be found
I hear open mouths
And I see open hands
But the blinded and silent I can't understand
The whole world is watching with one blank stare
I can just sense this feeling of ill-repair
Like no ones heart is full enough
To keep away this fear
And no ones heart is strong enough to fix what happened here
Lead on to save me
Lead us all there
Find me some answers
Its time that you shared
Cant tell the difference between myth and man
Or what's necessary or where I should stand
So do we dare now
Raise our voices loud
We're searching for something that cannot be found
I hear open mouths
And I see open hands
But the blinded and silent
I can't understand
...
The Puppeteer:
Name/ Alias: Silver (or Silv)
Age: 19
How long have you been role playing?: For about four years.
How did you find us?: Through Echoe
Role Playing Sample:
Luna limped through the forest. She winced and picked her small foot up from the hard ground. The yearling wandered through her home territory, though she didn't call it her home territory anymore. Her home territory was that small cave that she lived in for the first six months of her life...with Xa'ars... A silvery tear slipped down from her eye, across the diamond pattern on her muzzle and off her nose, into the ground below. She sniffed and felt a longing to be with the wolf who had given her a reason for living again...all while sacrificing his own for her. I'm lucky enough to have survived this long, she thought miserably. She breifly though about finding a pack to be with, but decided not to. She wouldn't be accepted anywhere with her deformed paw...
She stopped as she heard voices comeing from a clearing. Her ears went back and she hesitated. Other wolves. She took a few steps forward and peeked through the underbrush. Two wolves. A winged female and an alpha male. They were talking. From what Luna could tell, the alpha was most likely of the Vorago Pack. Luna didn't recognize him as the alpha who turned her out of the pack way back when she was a young pup for her deformed paw, but she never knew... Luna listened to thier conversation for a few minutes, then, she decided to get out of there before she was found. She took a few careful steps backwards...and stepped on a twig. The snap seemed to vibrate through the whole forest. Luna winced again. She was going to be found.
She stopped as she heard voices comeing from a clearing. Her ears went back and she hesitated. Other wolves. She took a few steps forward and peeked through the underbrush. Two wolves. A winged female and an alpha male. They were talking. From what Luna could tell, the alpha was most likely of the Vorago Pack. Luna didn't recognize him as the alpha who turned her out of the pack way back when she was a young pup for her deformed paw, but she never knew... Luna listened to thier conversation for a few minutes, then, she decided to get out of there before she was found. She took a few careful steps backwards...and stepped on a twig. The snap seemed to vibrate through the whole forest. Luna winced again. She was going to be found.