Post by Ali Danziger on Apr 25, 2011 9:35:44 GMT -8
Danziger, Alison
DEMIGOD
4th Year at Camp
Age: 15
Daughter of Hermes
Alliance: Resistance
DEMIGOD
4th Year at Camp
Age: 15
Daughter of Hermes
Alliance: Resistance
Appearance:
Eye(s): Honey
Hair: Dark Brown
Height: 5'3"
Build Type: Slender
Brief Description: Ali is a very pale, slender girl with small breasts and a rocker-style hair cut that she generally wears flattened. She enjoys lining her eyes with dark khol, generally just to irritate the Aphrodite kids. She has long, nimble fingers, good for picking locks and stealing small objects. She wears band t-shirts, jeans, and dirty converse most of the time.
Background:
Ali was born to Mary Danziger on December 13, 1994 in Tampa, Florida. She knew she was different from the time she was in pre-school, because she had an obsession with going through the other children's things and finding any small items of value, keeping them for herself, or for gifts for her friends. Her mother, knowing that she was a daughter of Hermes, considered this normal behavior, and, despite the urging of the other parents, did not take her daughter to see a psychologist. However, she did make Ali change schools, and that began a sea of school transfers up until the time Ali was in High school.
It was at this time, that Ali's mother put her in a school for troubled children, and those with learning disabilities, as Ali had had trouble reading in Elemetary school because of dyslexia and extreme ADHD. Ali's mother enrolled her in sports to keep her frantic energy to a minimum, and also to keep her active for the trials she knew her daughter would face. She also began teaching Ali Greek, as the Alphabet seemed to work better in her mind despite her dyslexia.
Ali became very good at sports such as soccer and lacrosse, which involved lots of running, and made her extremely tired and able to sleep at night, although Ali preferred to stay up to avoid the terrifying dreams she'd been having about monsters she'd read about from her mother's books. Late into the night, Ali would read a book of magic tricks, about cards and coins, so she learned to flip a coin through her fingers, various card tricks, and how to fool people without outright lying, which her mother said she wasn't particularly good at.
On Ali's eleventh birthday, the unimaginable happened. She was cornered in an alley while walking home from school by one of the hell-beasts from her dream, a very large, very dark, very angry dog. It was a hell hound. Her mother had given her a swiss army knife for her birthday that morning, knowing the small device would help her daughter with her less savory "skills", but could also help her, as it glowed with a goldish light. Ali didn't know it at the time, but the knife was made out of celestial bronze. Somehow, she managed to jump on to the hell hound's head, and stab it in the eye with the knife, causing it to disintegrate, and causing her a violent terror when she got home, demanding her mother give her answers.
It was on that day she made the trip to Camp Half Blood for the first time- for the winter term.
Mortal Parent(s): Mary Danziger
Other Family: None
Pets: None
Brief History:
Personality:
Likes:
- Fire
- Music
- Stealing things
- Playing Pranks
- Traveling
Dislikes:
- Being bored
- When things are too quiet
- Monsters
- Bad Dreams
- Sleeping
Skills:
- Picking locks
- Hiding (herself, stolen objects)
- Forgery
- Packing lightly/compactly (She's probably good at Tetris)
- Story-telling
Weaknesses:
- Her friends (Loyalty)
- Chocolate
- Children
- Can't lie (but will leave out parts of the truth)
- Helping people
Passions:
- Languages
- Music
Fears:
- Monsters
- Death of those close to her
Hobbies:
- Picking locks
- Coin tricks
Fighting Specialty: Hand to Hand with a knife or a sword
Describe the extent of your powers/abilities: Picking locks, Forgery (like school notes, signatures), She can't lie, like Hermes in the Myths, although she is capable of keeping some of the truth to herself. IE: Mom- Ali, did you go to the amusement park today? Ali- I went to school *Keeping to herself that she cut third period to go to the amusement park*
Fatal Flaw: Too Trusting/Naive/Willing to believe the best of people
Please describe why you think you can stabilize a powerful character. Minimum of two well-developed paragraphs **Big Three Only**:[x]
Please give a brief background on your minor god**Minor Gods Only**:[x]
Theme Song: @reply- Set it Off
Lyrics
Verse:
Did you think that I,
Did you think that I,
Would fall down flat on my face?
Did your smug remarks
Ever reach the heart?
Pretentious, poised in place
"OMG, Look at me,
All I wanna be is just like him."
FIlthy mean, Filthy Scene,
Slowly spiraling down into the drain.
Pre-Chorus:
2 sleepless weeks is all that it takes to find,
Foundations worth the time of our life.
Chorus:
This is our night, This is our time
This is our chance of feeling alive
Because chaotic minds can think alike
This is our night, This is our time
This is our chance of feeling alive
Cause everyone knows the star come out at night.
Verse 2:
Oh dear, have we struck a nerve here?
Altered your perception,
Seeds of doubt have manifested into our investment.
Lay away while you pray that we'll go away
We will find you.
Like a ghost, here's a toast to eternity,
We are here to stay.
Pre-Chorus:
2 sleepless weeks is all that it takes to find,
Foundations worth the time of our life.
Chorus:
This is our night, This is our time
This is our chance of feeling alive
Because chaotic minds can think alike
Bridge:
5 soldiers in line with our blindfolds in hand,
Our spirit intact we abide by the land.
5 captains on deck with a look in their eyes,
Their ship may be broken but look at them fly.
Fixation with passion will push you to move,
The obstacle mentioned is referring to you.
You should know we're never ever ever gonna quit.
Chorus:
This is our night, This is our time
This is our chance of feeling alive
Because chaotic minds can think alike
...
The Puppeteer:
Name/ Alias: Delaney
Age: 22
How long have you been role playing?: About 2 Years.
Rate Your RPing: 3Stars- Could be better, but I'm learning :-)
How did you find us?: Google, and through another inactive demigod site.
Role Playing Sample:
Ali rolled over in her bunk and sighed, it was almost too quiet. Being in the Hermes cabin meant constant new campers, those who hadn't been placed yet, so the cabin was generally pretty loud, even in the dead of night- from all the sniffling, snoring, crying, and whatever other sounds people tended to make when they slept. But the cabin had had fewer campers, more campers getting placed, and mostly just quieter people staying in Hermes cabin the past few nights. It was starting to get on Ali's nerves. She hated it when things were too quiet.
She rolled over on her bunk and dug around under it, beside her shoes, for the strongbox which held her coins. She removed a silver dollar from the box and began flipping it through her fingers, as she listened to the steady breathing of her cabinmates. She didn't want to go to sleep yet. She couldn't. She didn't want to have the opportunity to wake up in the middle of the night screaming bloody murder because of the dream she'd been having since she got to camp this summer.
She debated leaving the cabin, but knew the harpies would be after her in a heartbeat. They were more on edge this summer, and she didn't know why. After a few more minutes in the quiet however, she shook her head in disgust, got up and went outside.
Sitting on the front porch of her cabin, Ali looked up at the moon. It was full tonight, and it glowed beautifully. Ali wondered absentmindedly if the Huntresses of Artemis would be back this summer, it was always fun playing capture the flag against them, as it posed a serious challenge for the campers. She flipped the coin through her hand as she heard a harpy shrieking in the distance. She wondered idly if it was okay for her to be sitting on the front porch or her cabin. She was technically still in her cabin, even though she wasn't inside. Maybe the harpies would understand. Ali looked over her shoulder at the cabin door. But even if they didn't understand, she knew she was a quick leap from being back in her bunk, in the eerie quiet of her cabin.
Man. She hated quiet.
She rolled over on her bunk and dug around under it, beside her shoes, for the strongbox which held her coins. She removed a silver dollar from the box and began flipping it through her fingers, as she listened to the steady breathing of her cabinmates. She didn't want to go to sleep yet. She couldn't. She didn't want to have the opportunity to wake up in the middle of the night screaming bloody murder because of the dream she'd been having since she got to camp this summer.
She debated leaving the cabin, but knew the harpies would be after her in a heartbeat. They were more on edge this summer, and she didn't know why. After a few more minutes in the quiet however, she shook her head in disgust, got up and went outside.
Sitting on the front porch of her cabin, Ali looked up at the moon. It was full tonight, and it glowed beautifully. Ali wondered absentmindedly if the Huntresses of Artemis would be back this summer, it was always fun playing capture the flag against them, as it posed a serious challenge for the campers. She flipped the coin through her hand as she heard a harpy shrieking in the distance. She wondered idly if it was okay for her to be sitting on the front porch or her cabin. She was technically still in her cabin, even though she wasn't inside. Maybe the harpies would understand. Ali looked over her shoulder at the cabin door. But even if they didn't understand, she knew she was a quick leap from being back in her bunk, in the eerie quiet of her cabin.
Man. She hated quiet.
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