Post by Rhiannon Fionn on Mar 10, 2011 3:29:01 GMT -8
Fionn, Rhiannon
DEMIGOD
1st Year at Camp
Age: 16
Son/Daughter of Tyche
DEMIGOD
1st Year at Camp
Age: 16
Son/Daughter of Tyche
Appearance:
Eye(s): Blueish-gray, sometimes green depending on the light
Hair: Long black hair, sometimes straight sometimes curly, she does not really know why it does what it does
Height: 5' 5"
Build Type: slim athletic build, a little bit of meat on her bones but just enough to get her though the winter. Average T, but not much A. (hopefully you know what that means)
Brief Description:
Rhiannon Fionn Played-by Miranda Cosgrove Rhiannon is a bit soft and squishy, but don't let that fool you there is well tones muscle under that small layer of insulation. Hey eyes have a normally mischievous and intelligent look to them, the smile on her face normally reflects her eyes. Though Rhiannon can put on a smile at anytime, her eyes are the real key to how she is feeling. White is a color you would never see her wear, she absolutely hates it. Often it's some kind of multi color girl shirt, and guy pants. She never were girl pants for the complete lack of pockets they have.
Background:
Mortal Parent(s): Jason Fionn ;; Father
Other Family: Cerulia "Nana" Fionn ;; Grandmother
Pets: Tan Pegasus named Zeva
Brief History: Rhiannon grew up in a strict house, mostly in her grandmothers care. Her father was a bit of an adventurer and only came home on the important days, and sometimes it was not even on time. He would always come home for his daughter's birthday, or at least sometime in the same month. He was never quite sure about the day, not that he kept up with day or even weeks while he was out on an expedition.
Her grandmother did not approve of the rooming style her son had, or the fact she had no idea who this child's mother was or even if it belonged to her son. She took care of Rhiannon but had no real love for the girl. Rhiannon first tried being the good girl, getting gall A's and perfect attendance. She would go to school with whatever kind of fever she had, sneaking ice cubes to try and cool herself down. Everyone complimented her and even the few times her father came home he would tell her what a smart girl she was. The only person who was never impressed was her grandmother. She always had something to say about what Rhiannon did, how she did it or something of the like.
Eventually Rhiannon stopped trying to please, stopped trying to be on top. She was tired of all the fake smiles and empty congratulations. She had seen the kids who were complete delinquents and people paid alot of attention to them. She wondered if her grandmother would at least look at her then. She got into a bad group in middle school, and you may think 'oh it's just middle school' but some real bad stuff when down. Rhiannon played a real game of Russian Roulette falling in love with the rush of it. She was charged with three murders, but it was not her who pulled the trigger, they could not get her for convincing someone to play a stupid game.
Her grandmother wanted to wipe her hands of the girl, and sent her to Military school hoping it would work her out. It was then Rhiannon realized no kind of attention was really any good. Sure sometimes it was fun, but to be really bad or really good was just nothing to be proud of. Rhiannon just wanted to fade into the background. She got average grades, and kept her nose clean, for the most part. Old habits die hard. She still loved to steal, loved to pick on people and trusted no body. People where horrible war machines after all, and she hated them. Some where a bit more entertaining than others, and she would hang around with them until they grew boring,
Jukka was the first person she though she actually liked, he was far more interesting and could actually hold her attention. He was a great shot with the rifle, and had similar tastes and ideas that she had. She gradually grew attached to him, but still kept just a bit of distance because she was convinced on day he would betray her. She felt betrayal was a human nature.
A strange creature attacked them one day, It was strong and nothing seemed to work on it. She looked up the creature later and found it to be a manitcore. A rather disgusting little mythical creature. For a while Rhiannon could think of nothing other than the fight, and how Jukka protected her when she was in shock over the disturbing sight of it. He was permanently injured a scar on his eye and a gnarled looking ear from where the thing bit him. Chewed on him really, all the blood, Rhiannon though he was going to die. Especially since it was a head injury, he did not even look human after that. Yet he still hung out with Rhiannon still laughed like he had before. She trusted him. For the first time in her life she truly trusted someone.
It was not much after that when he was taken off somewhere every summer, those where the most boring summers of her life. Possibly the highest rate of random happenings around her home town also. At least before during the summer she could take her saved up money and go bother him and his family. Of course her grandmother did not approve of a young teenage girl staying at a hoodlums house(since obviously all guys are hoodlums) What was her grandmother going to do? Make all the planes stop? Yeah she was not that influential.
This year she found out exactly where Jukka had been going, and why a manitcore, supposedly mythical creature had attacked them. Having two demi-gods at the same school with no kind of protection from teachers must have been like a 'please eat me' sign plastered on the school.
Personality: Rhiannon is a bit of a while card, you can never be quite sure about what she is going to do next. It can be a bit of a head ache for anyone around. She causes random distractions to entertain herself and supposedly other. Really she could not careless about other people. She cares about her good Friend Jukka, and that's about it for people. She will play with you, mess with your head, or get you into a risky situation for the fun of it. The risk is only an illusion, she makes sure that no one can really die from her pranks. Injuries on the other hand can be minor. She accepts that as being a battle scar for you to tell your friends about later.
People tend to think Rhiannon is not a very smart or calculating person, the truth is the complete opposite. She had a genius IQ and acts the way she does because everything bores her, it all comes incredibly easy and so she often does not stay with anything long enough or put enough work into anything for people to consider her good at any subject. All she has to do is make sure her grades don't stand out in a good way or a bad way and people simply pass over her not giving her trouble. The teachers don't try to get her to do anything extracurricular or try to preach about how she needs to do better.
Likes:
- Stealing
- Cooking
- Red flavored drinks(don't tell her red is not a flavor because it is darn it!)
- Running from the police
- Joy riding
- Motorcycles
- Food
- Hand to Hand Combat
- Pistols
- Blades Weapons
- Smooth Cold Metal
- Animals
- Russian Roulette
- Fire
- Sarcasm
- Smacking Jukka on the back of his head for being an idiot
Dislikes:
- Being bored
- English
- Ignorance
- Stupidity
- When people don't understand sarcasm
- Preaching
- People in general
- Water
- Heights
- most gods(kinda likes her mom because of the luck thing, Persephone, Zephyr, Hephaestus
Skills:
- Can speak English and bad English fluently, and some of the following languages: Finnish, Greek, Ancient Greek, Japanese, Italian, Turkish, Korean, and sign language
- Lying
- Bluffing
- Diverting attention/LOOK A DISTRACTION
- Shooting a weapon such as a rifle or pistol
- Scaring the sh*t out of people (sometimes literally)
- Knowing a scarily large amount about the human body and how it works, dies, and what you feel when dying
- Luck(yes it is a skill!)
Weaknesses:
- Fear of heights
- Sometimes takes her jokes just a little too far
- Ticklish
- Can't hit something with a bow and arrow to save her life
Passions:
- Pistols
- Blades Weapons
- Learning
Fears:
- Someone else dying to save her
- Trusting/being Trusted
- Her luck running out
Hobbies:
- Learning random bs things
- Fighting games
- Attempting to find someone to play Russian Roulette with
Fighting Specialty: Rhiannon is best at fighting close up, and can often pull of the physically possible fighting game moves. Often she shouts the moves name as she does so, that is if she is playing. If she is in a fight for her life, such as against a mythical creature that can kill her she tends to not say a words unless attempting to distract it from someone else. When fighting seriously she uses only the moves that she knows well and attacks vital points, she tries her best to rely more on skill than luck during a real fight. Though sometimes her risk taking nature will get in the way of her attempt at logical thinking.
Describe the extent of your powers/abilities:
~The Rebound~ Strings of extreme good luck are followed by a long line of bad luck
~Critical Hit~ Because of her advanced knowledge of anatomy Rhiannon knows how to find the week points of a body
~I Call~ Good at calling a bluff, or accurately creating one
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Fatal Flaw: Curiosity
Tyche is the Greek goddess of luck. She can sometimes be described as part of the Fates, or the Oceanids depending on her genealogy. She tends to prefer people who adventure and are outgoing testing their luck as opposed to careful people. Companion of Persephone.
[From Camp-HalfBlood Wiki]
Tyche(spelled Τύχη in Ancient Greek) is the goddess of luck and good fortune. Her antithesis is Nemesis, goddess of balance vengeance. Her Roman counterpart is Fortuna.
In ancient times, Tyche was worshipped as the deity who presided over city and individual prosperity. The daughter of Oceanus and Tethys, Tyche is one of the three thousand Oceanids. Today, Tyche is known as Lady Luck, being called on for contests, competitions, and gambling.
Tyche can change her appearance and turn into her Roman counterpart, Fortuna. As Fortuna, she becomes more disciplined, warlike, and militaristic. If the minor gods are honored there, it is possible that Fortuna may have more children at the Roman Camp Half-Blood.
Theme Song: Cave In ~ By Owl City
Please take a long hard look
Through your text book cause I'm history
When I strap my helmet on I'll be long gone
Cause I've been dying to leave
Yeah, I'll ride the range
And hide all my loose change in my bedroom
Cause riding a dirt bike down a turn pike
Always takes its toll on me
I've had just about enough
Of cloaked diamonds in the rough
Because my back-bone is paper thin
Get me out of this cavern or I'll cave in
(I'll cave in, I'll cave in...)
If the bombs go off the sun will still be shining
(The sun will still be shining)
Because I've heard it said that
Every mushroom cloud has a silver lining
(Though I'm always under mining to deep to know)
Swallow a drop of gravel and blacktop
Cause the road tastes like Wintergreen
The wind and rain smell of oil and octane
Mixed with stale gasoline
I'll soak up the sound
Try to sleep on the wet ground
I'll get ten minutes give or take
Cause I just don't foresee myself getting drowsy
When cold integrity keeps me wide awake
(Awake, awake, awake, awake...)
Get me out of this cavern or I'll cave in
(Cave in, cave in, cave in, cave in...)
Get me out of this cavern or I'll cave in
(Cave in, cave in, cave in, cave in...)
I'll keep my helmet on
Just in case my head caves in
(In case my head caves in)
Cause if my thoughts collapse
Or my brain work snaps
It'll make a mess like you wouldn't believe
Tie my handle bars to the stars
So I stay on track (so I stay on track)
And if my intentions trail I'll wrench them away
Then I'll take my leave and I won't even look back
I won't even look back
...
The Puppeteer:
Name/ Alias:S/T/E/P
Age: 21
How long have you been role playing?:6-ish years
How did you find us?:Aiden told me about it
Role Playing Sample:
Riddick tried not to stare, he really did, but that was so difficult when the person in front of you was having a genuine conversation with themselves. Next to each other you could kind of tell a certain part of the argument her voice was higher. Only when she spoke to herself like this though, Riddick doubted he could pick the minute change otherwise. He took advantage of the pause taking another bit of his tart, had this person even introduced herself? She had not given a name, though he knew her power. She gave up information easily, that would be terrible to have someone like her on your side. For her to be a subhuman though, that was another story. Her on the opposing side may be helpful. He was not sure how just yet, but in the future.
"You know it's not such an odd question, the shampoo." Riddick said with a smile, after all he had been asked it once or twice before. Always by girls though, not to odd since most guys really don't care about their hair. "Though it would be nice if you gave me your name." He was not so sure about this person, she was very odd in the way she questioned, it was not the frequently asked questions a girl with a crush would have nor questions most people would ask unless it really was for an interview. Though he doubted this would end up in any paper or magazine. He wondered was this only to satisfy the girls curiosity? If so then she would probably leave if he gave her straight forward boring answers. He could not do something like that on purpose though, lies were not hard and Riddick participates in one everyday he comes to this school. Faking a personality, a bit more difficult but still not to hard, again everyday he does this. So why was it hard? Because you never know what people will take an interest in, there was no way to be completely boring to everyone and without knowing anything about this girl that's what he would have had to try to do. To bore someone you know, that's easy.
"I'm a senior, so I'll be gone next year." Riddick said with a smile "I'm planning on focusing on being a chef after that. I don't know if I should go to culinary school or not though. I'm already a supervising Chef at the place I work." It was something Riddick had been wondering for a long time, if he should go to school for the culinary arts or not. It might get him more respect, and he might learn things he had never known before, but he was already doing so well without spending all that money. The smile faded as he became lost in his own thought, it was obvious he really did give this situation the time it deserved.
"You know it's not such an odd question, the shampoo." Riddick said with a smile, after all he had been asked it once or twice before. Always by girls though, not to odd since most guys really don't care about their hair. "Though it would be nice if you gave me your name." He was not so sure about this person, she was very odd in the way she questioned, it was not the frequently asked questions a girl with a crush would have nor questions most people would ask unless it really was for an interview. Though he doubted this would end up in any paper or magazine. He wondered was this only to satisfy the girls curiosity? If so then she would probably leave if he gave her straight forward boring answers. He could not do something like that on purpose though, lies were not hard and Riddick participates in one everyday he comes to this school. Faking a personality, a bit more difficult but still not to hard, again everyday he does this. So why was it hard? Because you never know what people will take an interest in, there was no way to be completely boring to everyone and without knowing anything about this girl that's what he would have had to try to do. To bore someone you know, that's easy.
"I'm a senior, so I'll be gone next year." Riddick said with a smile "I'm planning on focusing on being a chef after that. I don't know if I should go to culinary school or not though. I'm already a supervising Chef at the place I work." It was something Riddick had been wondering for a long time, if he should go to school for the culinary arts or not. It might get him more respect, and he might learn things he had never known before, but he was already doing so well without spending all that money. The smile faded as he became lost in his own thought, it was obvious he really did give this situation the time it deserved.