Midnight Drakes [done]

[Midnight Drakes]

Drakes, Midnight
DEMIGOD

Age: 16
Daughter of Apollo
Alliance: Undecided, but will change by who all's nice to her and what not

Appearance:

Eye(s): Blue/grey
Hair: Blonde with colored streaks, mid back
Height: 5'6
Build Type: Athletic with slight curves

Brief Description: With blonde hair that reaches to the small of her back and blue/grey eyes, Midnight is a true daughter of Apollo. She has a lean athletic build and is usually seen with ink stains on the outer palm of her left hand from writing and has little notes written on the inner wrist of her right.


Background:

Mortal Parent(s): Quinn Agatha Drakes [deceased]
Other Family:

• Father: Apollo
  
• Uncle: Will Drakes
  
• Cousin: Martha Drakes
  Pets: Half Alaskan Wolf, half Siberian Husky: Timber
  Brief History:
  Quinn was always a bit of a wild child with wandering grey eyes. When she was in College at a Poetry slam, she met a guy named Apollo. They spent the weekend in her apartment reading poetry and...expressing themselves. Then she got pregnant, and never saw him again.
  Midnight was born in Adams Hospital, at exactly Midnight. Her mother saw it as the perfect name for the child, and nicknamed her Night. She grew up in a small town with her Mother, her twin Uncle Will-his wife died giving birth- and her Cousin, Martha in a decent five bedroom house. It was a small town and rumors spread like wild fire, and Night being without a father, people liked to speculate just who it was.
  Everything was great at home until one day her and Martha were putzing around in the backyard shooting at tin cans with rifles when they heard a noise. Night, being a bit trigger happy, aimed at the noise to see her Mother running down the hill screaming 'run'. Martha ran, but she stayed, refusing to leave her mom. There was a creature coming after her, and fast. Telling her mother to run, she shot at it. Hitting it right in the eye, it kept on coming.
  Scared out of her mind, she grabbed her mothers hand and began to run as well, but the creature took her mother away and killed her. Midnight kept running until she got to the fence, when the creature cornered her, muttering something about demigods, it was mysteriously shot down by an arrow and died.
  Sobbing uncontrollably in her cousins arms, she was greeted by a Satyr, who told her that she should come with him if she wanted to live. He was dressed as a police officer and Martha told her to go, and for some reason, she trusted the man and went.
  
  
  Personality:
  
  Likes:
  
  • Shooting Rifles
    
  • drawing
    
  • riding horses
    
  • the night sky
    
  • writing poetry
    
  
  Dislikes:
  
  • bright lights
    
  • crowds
    
  • being defenseless
    
  • feeling trapped
    
  • talking about how she found out she was a demigod
    
  
  Skills:
  
  • Near perfect aim for shooting
    
  • artist
    
  • poet
    
  • Was on the swimming team
    
  • calligraphy
    
  
  Weaknesses:
  
  • trusts to easily
    
  • short tempered
    
  • shoot-now-ask-questions-later mentality
    
  • short attention span
    
  • near-sighted
    
  
  Passions:
  
  • poetry
    
  • drawing
    
  
  Fears:
  
  • dying without a cause
    
  • never avenging her mothers death
    
  
  Hobbies:
  
  • drawing
    
  • writing poetry
    
  
  Fighting Specialty: hand to hand combat
  
  Describe the extent of your powers/abilities: While being fantastic at expression-poetry, drawing, calligraphy-and is excellent at athletic activities, she is just learning to grasp how to shoot a bow.
  
  Fatal Flaw: Midnight is driven by the hope that if she becomes stronger, those she cares about won't die because she can save them. She has the worst Hero-complex.
  
  
  Theme Song: Anthem of The Angels
  Lyrics White walls surround us,
  No light will touch your face again.
  Rain taps the window,
  As we sleep among the dead.
  
  Days go on forever,
  But I have not left your side.
  We can chase the dark together,
  If you go then so will I.
  
  There is nothing left of you,
  I can see it in your eyes.
  Sing the anthem of the angels,
  And say the last goodbye.
  
  Cold light above us,
  Hope fills the heart and fades away.
  Skin white as winter,
  As the sky returns to grey.
  Days go on forever,
  But I have not left your side.
  We can chase the dark together,
  If you go then so will I.
  There is nothing left of you,
  I can see it in your eyes.
  Sing the anthem of the angels,
  And say the last goodbye.
  I keep holding onto you,
  But I can't bring you back to life.
  Sing the anthem of the angels,
  Then say the last goodbye.
  
  You're dead alive.
  You're dead alive.
  You're dead alive.
  You're dead alive.
  
  There is nothing left of you,
  I can see it in your eyes.
  Sing the anthem of the angels,
  And say the last goodbye.
  I keep holding onto you,
  But I can't bring you back to life.
  Sing the anthem of the angels,
  And say the last goodbye.
  
  Sing the anthem of the angels,
  And say the last goodbye.
  
  Sing the anthem of the angels.
  
  
  
  
  ...
  
  
  
  The Puppeteer:
  Name/ Alias: TayRae
  Age: 15
  How long have you been role playing?: 2-3 years
  Rate Your RPing 1-5 Stars according to our Star Rule (1 = beginner. 5= most advanced): 3ish
  How did you find us?: An ad that was put up by Thane Scifier put up on here
  READ THIS AND BRING THE CODE WORD: CLICK | Code word: Spontaneous
  
  Role Playing Sample:
  
  

  From a different website:
  It was hard for Jethro to move on, to try and forget Sarah. His mind was filled with images and memories of her. Her smile, her laugh, the way she lit up the room. He regretted the day he agreed to that damn suicide pact. But now that he had survived, he needed to learn to start living again.
  
  Jett was trying to ease himself back into his old way of life, starting with his piano playing. He was deemed a child prodigy and had wanted more than any to be a professional pianist. Yet he hadn't played a single note since Sarah died. But he would today. He had seen the old piano in the Foyer the first day that he came to the Asylum. It was the kind that would be found in an old western saloon and probably hadn't been played in years. So today, Jethro decided that he would take a crack at it.
  
  Popping his knuckles he lifted the top off and revealed the keys. With a deep breathe he began playing a little bit of Bock. The sound flooded the room as his fingers thrashed against the piano. After a moment, he stopped. Catching his breathe he couldn't help but smile, he did it. Slowly but surely, he was becoming himself again.

  
  
  
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[Levi Faollan]

looks good but we dont allow guns and things of that nature. we keep it to the old weapons so you might want to have something like a bow or a crossbow. make that change and i will accept the app

[Midnight Drakes]

Is hand to hand combat ok?

[Levi Faollan]

accepted and welcome to CHB