Wendy Watson- daughter of Ares

[Wendy Watson]

Watson, Wendy
DEMIGOD

#1st, 2nd, etcetera 3rd Year
Age: 16.
Son/Daughter of Ares.
Alliance: Undecided

Appearance:

Eye(s): Dark brown.
Hair: Light brown.
Height: 5’5’’
Build Type: Athletic.

Brief Description: Wendy doesn’t really care about what she wears or how her hair looks. However, she does care about how fit she is, and loves working out in the form of sports and sword-fighting. Therefore, she’s acquired a toned and athletic body, and the strength to knock out a boy. She’s got short hair, that’s grown out quite a bit, and loves to wear caps. The only make-up you’ll ever see her wear is a thin layer of kohl, but that’s about it.


Background:

Mortal Parent(s): Mother- Roxanne Watson

Other Family: Half brother- William Watson.

Pets: A female Australian Mist called Zorro.

Brief History:
Roxanne Watson was your ideal hippie. She loved the Beatles, Woodstock, everything about the 60’s. So what was it about this fairly peaceful and serene woman that attracted the God of War to her? Roxanne was a passionate and determined lady, and although Ares wasn’t appreciated by her peace-loving nature, he liked her zealous nature. Roxanne and Ares hit it off immediately, considering the fact that Ares put on the façade of a fellow Woodstock lover under the alias of Aiden, and within nine months, Roxanne Watson gave birth to plump little Wendella Watson, devoid of a father.

Although Roxanne didn’t earn much, she earned just enough for the two. She loved little Wendy immensely, and gave up her frivolous ways for the sake of her daughter. She always tried to keep Ares, or Aiden, out of the picture. It wasn’t that she was irked or angry at the man; she just didn’t want him to be a part of Wendy’s life in any way. When Wendy was three, Roxanne was offered the job of a manager in her firm, but they had to move to England for that. Roxanne took up the job, as it would give her a better salary, and more money to support her small family. It wasn’t a big thing for Wendy, and Roxanne was pleased to see the girl settle down quickly in the foreign country.

Wendy was never a spectacular student. With her ADHD and dyslexia, teachers didn’t care for her much. Being the daughter of Ares, she was a feisty young girl, and got into many fights. Things usually went out of hand occasionally, but Wendy would always squirm her way out of things. Along with brawn, Wendy had inherited a certain amount of brain from her mother’s side, and would not mind putting that into play. She knew just the right words that would make a teacher go red with embarrassment, and just the right terms to tick off the school bully.

When Wendy was eight, Roxanne became pregnant again. Wendy wasn’t irked by it much, which came as a surprise to Roxanne. Nine months later, Roxanne gave birth to William Watson. Just like in Wendy’s case, Roxanne tried to keep Will’s father away from the boy, and was quite successful in it too. Wendy and Will had a lovely relationship as brother and sister, and Wendy loved her younger brother with all her heart. Not surprisingly, the love was reciprocated as well.

When Wendy was eleven, Roxanne decided on moving back to America, finding life in Britain too tedious for her liking. Wendy, of course, was very much against the idea and cried buckets when she left her home-town.

When Wendy was twelve, that’s when the monsters started hunting her down. She was oblivious to it, of course, and always escaped from their clutches at the right moment. However, she wasn’t so lucky a few days save her thirteenth birthday. She was walking home, all alone after school. Suddenly, a tall and monstrous creature appeared before her, and Wendy screamed, and removed the USB cord from her bag. She whipped it at the Cyclopes, but the monster didn’t falter, unnerved at the least. She ran, and the Cyclopes followed her. Suddenly, at a turning, she turned back to get a glimpse of the Cyclopes, but all she saw was a deserted street. She slowed down, and gulped. Wendy walked back home, and demanded an explanation from her mother. Roxanne, thoroughly confused, didn’t know what to do. Suddenly, the hologram of Ares flickered in front of there, and with a manly scream, Wendy threw a ceramic pot at the hologram, just to see it crashing into the kitchen counter.

‘’Oh, you’re definitely my daughter…’’said Ares with a wry chuckle.

Wendy stared at the hologram of her father, and let out a weak laugh, before screaming loudly,’’ A bloody…translucent…thing is my father?! You’ve got to be kidding me…!’’
To make a long story short, Wendy has spent two years at Camp Half-Blood, starting the third not a long time back. She wishes to make it through, coming out very much alive in the end.

Personality:
Wendy is your quintessential tomboy. She loves her sports, and hates anything to do with fashion. She loves her caps. You’ll never see her without one, because of her adamant want to wear one. Her love for caps is rather unexplained, and the only time you can see her without one is when she’s going to sleep. She doesn’t lend any of her caps, whether she wears them or not. Her favorite cap is her English Cricket Team one, and the cap has received many disdainful looks by her friends at Camp Half-Blood. Being raised in England until she was eleven, Wendy’s favorite sports came to be cricket and soccer, resolutely calling the latter football only.

Wendy doesn’t believe in having a ‘style’, but if she were forced to gives hers, she’d say it’s ‘sporty, and comfortable’. Her clothes look like they’ve been borrowed from a boy’s closet, and range from loose plaid shirts to big floppy caps. She doesn’t really care about how she presents herself, comfort being a priority to her. Due to her English upbringing, she would always sport the jersey of her favorite cricket team, having tons of them. She’s always had a soft side for caps, as mentioned above, and when she cut of her hair, people couldn’t decide whether she was a girl or boy, getting many rude comments due to it. She detests skirts and dresses, and almost cried when she had to wear one for her aunt’s wedding. Heels and ballerina shoes haven’t really been worn by her, and she prefers her worn-out, tattered sneakers to them any day.

Coming to her personality, Wendy is quite the stubborn mule. It’s either her way or the highway. She can be pretty insensitive and unyielding, a trait she inherited from her father, and would pick a fight over resorting to a method of doing things that isn’t hers. She loves fighting, verbal most of it. She has quite the caustic tongue, which gets her into loads of trouble. She’s very opinionated, and if someone isn’t of the same opinion as her, she doesn’t mind lashing out. This doesn’t result in her gaining many friends, but the few ones she does have, know that she’s a big softie on the inside. Wendy’s a very loyal and caring friend, and her vengeful nature strikes if anyone does any wrong to her friends. She’s a marvelous listener, and is very sympathetic towards others, which probably is the reason why she loves children so much.

Wendy isn’t a great daughter in one aspect. She finds the entire idea of Greek gods and titans too fanciful for her liking, and would openly ridicule it if she wanted to. However, Wendy doesn’t mind being her father’s daughter, and considers Ares the only ‘God manly enough to be called one’. If she were forced to give a favorite after Ares, she would say Artemis. She considers Artemis quite the Goddess, and admires the ‘anti-boys’ factor Artemis encourages. Plus, she’s quite the feminist, and Wendy likes that about the Goddess of the Hunt.
Wendy’s always been open-minded. She’s very liberal in her thinking, and doesn’t give much thought to sexuality. Although she’s heterosexual, she wouldn’t mind dating a girl. It never came out as a big revelation to her. Growing up with a fairly liberal parent, she was always exposed to how cruel the world can be, something she can never thank her mother enough for. She believes that every person’s born bisexual; it’s just that some are too afraid to admit it.


Likes:

• Caps
  
• Sports
  
• British Rock music.
  
• Children
  
• Debates
  

Dislikes:

• Snobs
  
• Bimbos
  
• The entire propaganda of ‘fashion’
  
• Fire
  
• Metal music
  

Skills:

• Good strategist
  
• Stealth
  
• Hand-on-hand combat
  
• Close combat, for that matter, with a sword
  
• Smooth-talker
  

Weaknesses:

• Humungous ego
  
• Hubris
  
• Mediocre precision
  
• Lack of talent with the bow and arrow
  
• A certain disregard of rules
  

Passions:

• Cricket and football
  
• Fighting for a cause
  

Fears:

• Fire
  
• Cyclopes
  

Hobbies:

• Public speaking
  
• Playing any kind of sport, basically
  

Fighting Specialty: Like all Ares children, Wendy’s prowess on the battlefield is stupendous, and is an expert in weapon usage. She’s exceptionally strong in sword-fighting, being perhaps one of the best at camp. The only weapon Wendy trusts on the battlefield is her swift Xiphos, that she affectionately calls ‘Ambrotos’. Ambrotos is Greek means ‘immortal’.

Describe the extent of your powers/abilities: Wendy is dead scared of fire and Cyclopes. The very sight of fire makes her tremble with fear. Therefore, she keeps away from the forges and the Climbing Wall, just in case. Her fear of Cyclopes sprouts from the incident she had with one, which still haunts her, and makes her have an passionate dislike for them. When it comes to the battlefield, Wendy is not one person who’s good with the bow and arrow, and prefers to use her sword, as she’s only good in close combat. Her aim and precision is not the best, therefore not making her a great archer.

Fatal Flaw: Her unyielding and stubborn nature.

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The Puppeteer:
Name/ Alias: Wednesday
Age: 14.
How long have you been role playing?: Four months online, since I was eight via pen-and-paper and live action.
Rate Your RPing 1-5 Stars according to our Star Rule (1 = beginner. 5= most advanced): 3-4ish? I don’t know, my discretion isn’t the best. xD
How did you find us?: There was this thing about my previous character ‘Aiden Evans’. I lose all muse when it came to him, and decided to dump him. Hence, Wendy Watson!

Role Playing Sample:

[From ‘The Parselmouth’, a Riddle Era RPG]
Lyra stared at Zorro, her plump Australian Mist, as it licked itself continuously, oblivious to the stinking hot weather. She just stared at the cat, her eyes wide, and her expression dazed. With the same stunned expression, she looked over at the living room door; hoping one of her siblings would enter with a cold glass of lemonade for her. She turned her head to the window, and squinted due to the glare that emitted from the blazing sun. She groaned, and pulled up her short shaggy red hair into a messy ponytail. From when had summers in Ottery St. Catchpole been so hot? Lyra Weasley wasn’t one that liked the summers much. Give her any minus Celsius degrees temperature, and she’ll still be happy enough to play Quidditch in it. However, Quidditch in this weather wasn’t her cup of tea. Five minutes into the game, and her team lost its Keeper. Septimus, of course, had been delighted to play in place of his sister. He had never gotten a chance to play due to both the teams having three players, and therefore, he was always the substitute. It always was Ivan, Drew and Lyra versus Reggie, Amerie and Whitney. Lyra picked up Zorro in her arms, and walked over to the kitchen door, trying to get a view of the Quidditch game. She grimaced when she couldn’t sight a single person, and with a desolate sigh, she retreated to the orange couch that lay against the beige wall. Oh, how thirsty she had been, but she was too lazy to go and get herself a glass of water.

‘’Oh curse it!’’ she groaned,’’ I just came from the stupid kitchen!’’

She grumbled loudly, and her cat hissed at her angrily before stalking away, her tail up in the air.

‘’Yeah, yeah…leave me all by myself, yeah? You wait and see, you silly cat. Term starts in a week, and no way in hell am I going to take you along with me!’’

She gulped, her throat extremely parched, and in vain, called out,’’ Ma…! Where are you? Could you please make me a glass of lemonade?’’

After saying that, however, Lyra widened her eyes and banged her head against the wall. She was surely going delusional. Didn’t her parents just leave the house to go somewhere?

She huffed angrily, and crossed her arms. Her family couldn’t desert her like this, could they? A thought crossed Lyra’s mind, and she widened her eyes. Was this…a prank played by her family? No, Ivan couldn’t do that. Lyra was Ivan’s favorite. He wouldn’t leave her like this definitely, all by herself, along in the house when she was so weak and vulnerable. Okay, granted, she was exaggerating, but from when was Lyra one not to do so? She would yell at all of them when they got back, oh yes she would. You don’t leave Lyra Weasley alone at home in the summer. Lyra titled her head to a side, trying to actually register the inane thoughts going through her head, and she widened her eyes with a gasp.

‘’Oh no…oh bloody hell no! I’m going…crazy…! IVAN!’’ she yelled out with a histrionic sob. She was never one to act dramatic, but certain situations called for it. This was one of them.

[Levi Faollan]

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