Post by Elisha Ryans on Mar 24, 2011 19:56:54 GMT -8
Ryans, Elisha
DEMIGOD
1st Year at Camp
Age: 15
Daughter of Aphrodite
Alliance: Resistance
DEMIGOD
1st Year at Camp
Age: 15
Daughter of Aphrodite
Alliance: Resistance
Appearance:
Eye(s): Green
Hair: Blond
Height: 5'6"
Build Type: The skinny side of athletic, and flexible. She's somewhat gangly, but the older she gets the more graceful she looks.
Brief Description: As a daughter of Aphrodite, Eli is obviously very attractive, especially for her age. She has jaw-length blond hair that couldn't be any lighter even if she bleached it. Her skin is a nearly flawless porcelain that makes her dark green eyes stand out that much more. Regardless of her mother and her evident good looks, Eli wishes her mother had been anyone other than who she was, and prefers to downplay her looks by dressing and acting like a boy more than a girl.
Background:
Mortal Parent(s): Kyle Ryans
Other Family: None other than her half-siblings, whom she's never met but heard a handful of them are here.
Pets: Young red squirrel named Kit - short for Kitten. click.
Brief History: From the beginning, Eli was cursed with the promise of a life as a beautiful girl. Her father was a lead actor for a soap opera, meaning he not only had the looks, but he had the money to spoil his daughter rotten - even when she didn't ask for it. Which oddly enough, she typically didn't.
Kept away from public schools like they were the plague, Eli was moved from private school to private school, often getting kicked out because she refused to wear the uniforms. She was told who her mother is and hates it with a passion, refusing to do anything feminine more than once in a blue moon if she's forced; as such, a short skirt on her was not going to happen. Finally Kyle gave into his daughter's cries to take her out of private schools. But instead of doing what she asked for and putting her in a public school, he hired a teacher to homeschool her. This was ok with Eli, since it gave her more time at home and away from people. Sure, she's an amazingly social butterfly on the inside; but she didn't want people knowing that.
When her father was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer the eve of her thirteenth birthday, Eli fell apart and refused to let her dad film any of the soap opera, a desperate act to keep him with her longer - he was terminal, and the doctor gave him seven months. Miraculously, Kyle held on until Elisha turned fifteen, where he made arrangements to send her to Camp Half-Blood, something she could have killed him for if he wasn't already dying.
Personality:
Likes:
- Baggy clothes
- Conversation
- Sarcasm
- Animals
- Modern-day technology
- Video games
- Standing out
- Music - mainly dubstep.
Dislikes:
- Being a girl (not that she'd ever change it)
- Sexual/Flirtatious comments in general, but especially when aimed at her
- Bad music
- Being cold
- Being alone
- Her father not being with her
- Mean/Rude people
- Being ignored/talked over
Skills:
- Being able to talk others into things
- Creating one heck of a scene
- Taking anyone and making them look beautiful, though she rarely does this to herself
- Very intuitive; she can read people like books
Weaknesses:
- Her father's memory
- Chocolate-mint ice cream
- Easily flustered when people flirt with her
- Extremely headstrong, so she's often too busy being stuck in her ways to pay attention to the outside world
- Stress - she's horrible at dealing with it.
Passions:
- Animals
- Conservationism
Fears:
- Being completely alone
- Being like her mother - having children to leave them.
- Pain
Hobbies:
- Music - listening to it, singing it, dancing to it, writing it, whatever.
- Watching animals and such
- Working on her fighting skills
Fighting Specialty: She's not sure yet, but it seems like ranged attacks are her thing; she prefers crossbows.
Describe the extent of your powers/abilities: She's a master manipulator when she bats her eyes, though she tries to avoid that. She can almost always tell when someone is lying and is more than capable (most times) of getting the truth out of them when she turns her charm on.
Fatal Flaw: Under-estimation/appreciation of herself
Please describe why you think you can stabilize a powerful character. Minimum of two well-developed paragraphs **Big Three Only**: N/A<3
Please give a brief background on your minor god**Minor Gods Only**: N/A<3
Theme Song:
I Don't Want to Be - Gavin DeGraw
I don't need to be anything other than a prison guard's son
I don't need to be anything other than a specialist's son
I don't have to be anyone other than the birth of two souls in one
Part of where I'm going is knowing where I'm coming from
I don't wanna be anything other than what I've been tryin' to be lately
All I have to do is think of me and have peace of mind
I'm tired of looking 'round rooms wonder what I gotta do
Or who I'm supposed to be
I don't wanna be anything other than me
I'm surrounded by liars everywhere I turn
I'm surrounded by impostors everywhere I turn
I'm surrounded by identity crisis everywhere I turn
Am I the only one to notice?
I can't be the only one who's learned
I don't wanna be anything other than what I've been tryin' to be lately
All I have to do is think of me and have peace of mind
I'm tired of looking round rooms wonder what I gotta do
Or who I'm supposed to be
I don't wanna be anything other than me
Can I have everyone's attention please?
If you're not like this and that, you're gonna have to leave
I came from the mountains
The crust of creation
My whole situation made from clay to stone
And now I'm telling everybody
I don't wanna be anything other than what I've been trying to be lately
All I have to do is think of me and have peace of mind
I'm tired of looking round rooms wonder what I gotta do
Or who I'm supposed to be
I don't wanna be anything other than me
I don't wanna be anything other than what I've been trying to be lately
All I have to do is think of me and have peace of mind
I'm tired of looking 'round rooms wonder what I gotta do
Or who I'm supposed to be
I don't wanna be anything other than me
I don't wanna be, hey yeah, hey yeah
I don't wanna be, oh, oh, oh
I don't wanna be
I don't wanna be anything
Anything other than me
I don't wanna be
I don't wanna be
I don't wanna be
Hey yeah, yeah,
Hey yeah, yeah.
...
The Puppeteer:
Name/ Alias: Eli or Blaise; whatevs<3
Age: Seventeeeen
How long have you been role playing?: 4-5 years
Rate Your RPing 1-5 Stars according to our Star Rule (1 = beginner. 5= most advanced): Fluctuates between 4 and 5; we'll go 4 for safety.
How did you find us?: Joedear<3
Role Playing Sample:
Dixii listened, amazed. He was one of those people that actually killed someone and managed to get out of going to jail. Part of her started to shy away from him, but she couldn't wrap her head around it. He didn't seem like that, not at all. It was amazing that they'd entered him in as a Level Four and he'd later become a Five if he'd killed someone. It made her wonder if it was really that bad, if maybe he twisted it and in his head it was worse than what it really was. She figured eventually you started to distort things when you were in here. There were days when she honestly wasn't sure if she'd gotten her first abortion before of after she'd left her father's house, and days when sometimes she wasn't even sure she'd been pregnant at all, even one time. Markham really got in one's head, and that was a hard influence to block out.
She nodded, her eyes still trying to do totally inappropriate things to him and probably screaming every juicy detail to him. She was amazingly thankful she had at least an ounce of self-control left, or he'd probably have to throw her through a wall and knock her out in order to keep her off of him.
He looked a little uncomfortable, and she figured it probably had a lot to do with explaining himself to her. Odds were he didn't go around just blabbing about his murder to everyone he sat next to, and she felt a little guilty for making him talk about it, even though she hadn't exactly made him. But she could understand that he wouldn't want to sleep with her. She looked like hell on a stick today, and odds were she was getting chubby in the areas that were still skinny. She was hardly even active in here anymore, her legs were starting to get fatty and jiggle, something that honestly made her want to puke. If she could handle another issue, she'd start avoiding meals in a heartbeat. Problem was, with her insatiable need for attention and intimacy, her room was watched pretty closely by staff, since she'd been busted with guys in there before. They'd notice when she stopped coming out for meals and have something done about it. She was sure that something wouldn't be too comfortable, either. It was better to just start exercising before bed. Though she wished it would be the more enjoyable kind of exercise with a partner. Say, a cute raven-haired Level Five with anger issues for example.
But she got the message for the time being and realized she wasn't good enough. She'd gotten that a lot, but it still stung from time to time. Getting turned down always sucked, but never as bad as when you needed it more than anything. She was definitely thankful he wasn't a dick about it though; she'd been turned down by some real assholes in her day.
She nodded, face falling a bit before she managed to pull up her friendly mask once more. She bit her tongue to keep from saying I'm not afraid of danger and instead dipped her head, understanding the generalization of what he was getting at. "I had the same basic close call," she admitted. "Turns out sex leads to other addictions, too, and when your boyfriend's wife gets in the way of that, you get pretty violent." She recalled how hard it had been for her boy toy of the night to keep her off of his wife, but the fear in his eyes when she grabbed the night haunted her sometimes. He really loved the red-haired bitch, and that probably hurt her more than anything. He loved her, but he'd rather sleep with easy blond girls that lacked the capacity to say no. So she'd decided she'd show him what 'no' really felt like and take away the woman he loved. Looking back it was probably the stupidest thing she'd ever done, including trying drugs just to get a wider range of guys more interested in her. Off whatever pills he'd given her, Dixii would never try to kill someone. But that night, on whatever high that was, she'd been out for blood.
She was surprised at how un-awkward it was to open up to him about that particular subject. She hadn't told anyone else; she wasn't even sure she'd confided in Nell about it. But somehow she didn't feel ashamed of herself for telling him and she didn't regret it, either. He probably thought she was a freak now, but at least he couldn't hold it against her. They had some common ground now, and he seemed decent enough not to hold it against her. If only he'd hold him against me... she mused, trying to keep her eyes from engulfing his crotch and pondering what was hidden under those pants.
"Who knew, right?" she joked, the gleam in her eyes sparking hard. "Anyway, this is turning into group therapy," she joked with another genuine smile, though it wasn't as full and beautiful as the last by far. "As much as I'd love a good dose of therapy to put me to sleep right now, that seems a bit rude, huh? Did that hurt?" she asked, raising a finger to her lip and indicating his own lip. "I was gonna get mine done right before I get sent here to match the stud," she pointed to the tiny stud in her nose, but gave him another sly look to match the hidden innuendo, "but didn't get to it fast enough."
Dixii Rhodes of BLOODLESS DISEASE ! <3