Leola South, Daughter of Dionysus

[leo]

South, Leola
DEMIGOD

#1st Year at Camp
Age: 16
Son/Daughter of Dionysus
Alliance: Undecided

Appearance:

Eye(s): Dark chocolate brown.
Hair: (Naturally blonde) Fades from dark brown to white-blonde, falling shoulder-length with large bangs that cover to the tips of her lashes.
Height: 5'3"
Build Type: Slim.

Brief Description: Leola has the posture and elegance of a ballerina, each movement natural. Able to ooze either confidence or a sweet shyness, it must be those eyes that captivate. She may not be the prettiest thing on the block, but she has more personality than anything they could offer in any department that has to do with living it up.

Descended from Spanish (Spain) ancestors.


Background:

Mortal Parent(s): Katrina South, mother.
Other Family: Derek South, uncle (mother's brother); Chase South, older cousin; Catherina South, younger cousin.
Pets: Emygdia (Emy) the Winged Horse, meaning "demi-god." A playful mare, the blue roan Pegasus demands attention and watchful eyes (she likes to steal treats).
Brief History: (With her mother, Leola lives in the northernmost parts of Downtown Savannah, Georgia)

Leola was normal in the sense that she didn't have monsters tracking her every movement, she wasn't constantly getting into trouble, didn't start spouting random powers, or like whoever the jerk was that called himself her father leaving Mom with nothing. Yep, as if she was a demi-god. Please, the Greek gods could not possibly exist in modern times like these. Of course, she could never be an ordinary girl, not even in the beginning.

At school and usually in public, she was the sensitive girl who didn't have very many friends and was always kind. A straight B student, her grades were average and she appeared to be simply too afraid to come out of her little bubble. How could a Daughter of Dionysus really be like that? Nah, she would drop the disguise once she was done with it. Then it was time to party. A truly wild girl inside, she held nothing back and could dance all night long. It was when the beat came hard, the twisting bodies of her friends laughing as they surrounded her, that she felt free.

Leola could taunt and tease the boys, snitch a drink here and there. She wasn't the type to be stupid and do drugs and all that...you know. After one sip of a drink assumed to be grape soda (her favorite), she was addicted of course. Nothing bad seemed to happen either, so it was okay, right? Her nightlife was the best, and Mom never seemed to notice or care. After all, Katrina had been the little Miss to go out and dance in the hottest clubs once too before her life took a dip. Leola couldn't wait to be of age and do the same. She figured in the future she could become a waitress, bartender, maybe even a dancer. Something. The future was vague and far away, so who cares?

Yet, destiny didn't have that in store. One night, ready to hit the town in her new five-inch gold studded boots, the girl noticed that something was off. Sure, life could be plenty dangerous at night but she knew what to do. Her first monster attack took place that day and she still is unsure of what it exactly was. All she knew was that one of her friends (a nymph) took care of it and ushered her mom and Leola away. Suspicious about the whole thing, thinking it was a prank and they were somehow attempting to ruin her night, she asked where they were going. "Camp Half-blood." And that was the end of it.


Personality:

Call Leola a wild child on the inside, it's true enough. Breathless on the dance floor at some other high-schooler's home with everyone watching. She can do whatever she wants. Kick, scream, even get a little romance. She moves from one moment to the next, taking it all in stride. For certain purposes, Leola will pretend to be a shy girl who has nothing to her except for being quite average. This image is used to her greatest advantage.

Likes:

• To party
  
• Dancing
  
• Grapes/wine
  
• Purple and gold
  
• Music
  
• Leopards (her father's sacred animal)
  
• Ipods
  
• Sweets/candy (Lollipops!)
  

Dislikes:

• Nicknames besides Lolly
  
• Black by itself and white by itself
  
• Playing Sports (not watching them)
  
• Bitter-tasting foods
  
• Feeling unclean
  
• Heart-breaking (only Leola can break hearts, no one can hurt hers)
  
• Rudeness with no reason
  
• People who are obviously 'not all that' and think they are (nothing wrong with being pretty or cool, only if you flaunt it in her face)
  

Skills:

• Persuasion
  
• Acting
  
• Daggers/Knives
  
• Retaining soberness
  
• Flexibility/agility
  
• Dance ability
  

Weaknesses:

• Short temper
  
• Prone to feeling 'chained'
  
• Incapable of hurting her mother deeply either mentally or physically
  
• Not understanding
  
• No upper body strength
  
• Hopeless with tools, and directions as a matter of fact
  

Passions:

• Dance
  
• Clothing
  

Fears:

• Being left as trash like last year's clothing
  
• Unable to be free
  

Hobbies:

• Partying
  
• Shopping
  

Fighting Specialty: Give her a kitchen knife or a well-sharpened dagger and she'll put it to good use, slinking forward and quickly slicing at the opponent. You can even expect a few backflips.

Describe the extent of your powers/abilities: Leola grows sad grapes, sad as in they taste super-sweet, look rather pathetic, and die quite easily. Obviously, her talent is not there. She always stays sober and is able to 'amp' up the feelings of those she is around during a crazy enough bash.

Fatal Flaw:
If she is unable to party and/or dance, or even something else that makes her equally happy, she'll go insane. It takes Leola a while to get back to normal.

Theme Song: Blow by Kesha
(Chuckle)
Dance

Back door cracked
We don't need a key
We get in for free
No VIP sleaze
Drink that kool-aid
Follow my lead
Now you're one of us
You're coming with me

It's time to kill the lights and shut the DJ down
This place about to-
Tonight we're taking over, no one's getting out

This place about to blow
Blow
This place about to blow
Blow
This place about to blow
Blow
This place about to blow
Blow
This place about to-

Now what (What)
We're taking control
We get what we want
We do what you don't
Dirt and glitter cover the floor
We're pretty and sick
We're young and we're bored (Ha)

It's time to lose your mind and let the crazy out
This place about to-
Tonight we're taking names 'cause we don't mess around

This place about to blow
Blow
This place about to blow
Blow
This place about to blow
Blow
This place about to blow
Blow
This place about to-

Go- go- go- go insane
Go insane
Throw some glitter
Make it rain on 'em
Let me see them hands
Let me, let me see them hands

Go insane
Go insane
Throw some glitter
Make it rain on 'em
Let me see them hands
Let me, let me see them hands

We are taking over
(Blow)
Get used to it
(Blow)

This place about to blow
Blow
This place about to blow
Blow
This place about to blow
Blow
This place about to blow
Blow
This place about to-

...

The Puppeteer:
Name/ Alias: Leo
Age: XX
How long have you been role playing?: 3 1/2 years
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Role Playing Sample: (Taken from elsewhere)

A strand of black hair tickled her cheek, arms spread across the gently sloping ground. Lark breathed in the air, strange scents filling her flaring nostrils. The girl could only see the sky past the canopy of the jungle and that confused her at first. She remembered almost nothing of the past minutes of her time. The day had been new, a Saturday, and hadn't she been relaxing? Calmly, or as calm as one could be after awakening in a jungle, she rose unsteadily to her feet. Wobbling in her high-heeled boots, Lark's gaze fell on her shirt.

Dirt, there was dirt on her shirt. Her white shirt. Hastily brushing the crumbs of earth away, she proceeded to fish around for her IPhone. "Darn it." The words managed to slip out as she found nothing in the pocket of her skirt. Where was the pink watch-a-ma-call-it?! Her green eyes scanned the place where she had seemingly fallen amid bright light, now indented with the imprint of her slim form.

There, right next to where a slender hand had once rested. She had missed it previously, and now it was quite obvious. Facepalm much? But...it wasn't her phone. Or not quite anyway. Picking up the device, she examined it cautiously. Whatever this place was, the only things she had encountered were plants and this thing. Thumbing the scroll pad, data quickly moved across the screen. Nothing made sense though, in turn angering the young American.

"Useless, useless," she muttered darkly before flinching as a bird-like cry thundered across the jungle. Lark usually liked birds, but whatever that had been it was large. Far larger than a normal bird should be. Maybe it wasn't a bird? But what else flew and grew that big? She better find help. And fast.

[dreamhigh]

Accepted! Welcome to Camp!