Post by Asana Salvatore on Feb 22, 2011 16:21:58 GMT -8
Salvatore, Asana
DEMIGOD
#1st, 2nd, etcetera F.ive
Age: 19
Son/Daughter of D.emeter
DEMIGOD
#1st, 2nd, etcetera F.ive
Age: 19
Son/Daughter of D.emeter
Appearance:
Eye(s): P.ale C.opper G.old
Hair: A has brown hair, with a white lock on the right side of her temple. Her hair is layered thickly, and rolls down to her shoulders in straight, silken waves.
Height: F.ive Feet S.ix Inches
Build Type:
A is a slim, but well formed girl. She has good C cup breasts, which she is proud of. She has a lean stomach, small hips, and long, lean legs that end in small feet. A is muscular, but not to buff that she appears to be a male. Her figure is curvy enough, but not to much that catches a guys eye and keeps them looking.
Brief Description:
Asana has thick, silken soft brown hair fell to her shoulders in silken straightness. One lock was pure white, brushing against her right temple. She had aquired the lock when she had used to much power way to fast, causing the strand of hair to go pure white. Freaky, yes as well as cool. The girl had a heart - shaped face, with thick lashes framing pale, copper gold eyes that usually held no emotions in their deep depths. Her nose was pert, tilted up slightly, with full rosy lips that twitched every now and then, hiding her amusment slightly. The girl had a pale honey cream skin, not as dark as most of the crew, but not too light either. She stood a good five feet six inches, not to short and not too tall for her age. Asana had a nice etheral beauty, but not the stunning beauty of most girls. With her scars, and the tattooes and the piercings, many thought less of her.
Tattoos
[Tattoo 1] The first tattoo is placed upon A's back and around her hips. It is a wyvern, with its head brushing the nape of her neck, the body running down her spine, and the tail wrapping around her hips. The wyvern's wings curve around her ribs, and meet below her breasts. It's color is a deep, deep rustic maroon red. The edges are lined in a pale black with silver tints.
[Tattoo 2] The second tattoo is a heart with a bow and arrow running through it that is upon butt. No one can seat it because she does not go around mooning people. The color is a milky blue, the arrow that is, and the heart a vibrant pink.
[Tattoo 3] The third and final tattoo is a wolf paw print on her lower back. The color is pure black outline, with silver claws and a slate color for the inside. She has that marking because she favors the wolf and canine animals.
Scars
[Number 1]A has a fine amount of scars that blemish her natural beauty. One scar starts from the left side of her temple, travels down her cheek, and brushes right at the end of her jaw. The scar is thin, and a pale color that stands out against her darker skin tone. It was aquired from a accidental swipe by a fellow camp member.
[Number 2]The second scar starts from the left side of her belly, crosses over the soft flesh, and ends at the right hip. This one is slightly larger then the first, and more noticeable then the first, because it is a milky shade of white, not the light cream shade of the other. This is a recent scar, not the fading one of the first.
Piercing
Ok, so A has one piercing beside the regular ear piercing. Her belly button has a small piercing with a crescent moon dangling it from a half of a inch long chain. It's silvery blue in color and gives people a next perspective of her.
Background:
Mortal Parent(s): R.equiem Salvatore
Other Family:
Adopted Mother;; Vaia Salvatore - Married Requiem after the whole Demeter affair.
Pets: Diosa - Fennec Fox
Brief History:
The Normal Life
Asana was born on December 21st, 1992. She had a twin brother when she was born, but he was still born, so Asana grew up without the important piece of herself. Her twin would have been as powerful as she, maybe more so, but he was dead and in the hands of Hades. She felt as though part of herself was missing when she was a baby, always crying and wailing for her bubba, or brother. Her parents were spooked, because they did not think a newborn such as she would know that she had a brother. The doctor said that maybe because the babies had shared a womb for nine months that they had forged a mental bond and with one dead the other was feeling the loss as greatly as the mother. The parents were shocked, but then they sprang into action, doing their best for their newborn baby girl.
At the age of two, Vaia noticed a problem with her adopted baby girl. Asana would not stop crying, wailing, or such if her parents left her alone. It seemed that she had filled the loss of her brother with the need to be connected with her mother and father. This caused quiet a problem at first, because both parents had a busy job, but then her mother decided to take her daughter to the art studio where she worked. A pen was created in one corner near the window, where sunlight streamed down to shine upon the baby who played with blocks and giggled. Her mother would smile each time she glanced at her baby girl as she sketched multi-million dollar paintings that many favored or adored. Some sketches were created after A in her toddler years and sold out quickly.
At the age of eight, A was kidnapped for ransom. Since her father was a billionaire, the group of people thought they could get millions off of A's dad. Little did they know the little girl was planted with a tracking device. Within the span of nine hours, the girl had been found, the kidnappers caught and taken under arrest, and the child returned to the safety of her parents. From then on, A was placed with four security guards who went to school and outside her heavily guarded home. At first A was weary, but then she got used to and adored her four security guards. They adored A because of her sweet nature and loving smiles.
At thirteen, A graduated high school. See, A is a intelligent young girl in technology. She passed high school with flying colors, taking in college credits with each elective she took and honors classes she was assigned to. At thirteen, she was the youngest college girl, but she did not mind as she took in everything she could learn about computers and such, so that she reached a level of being able to build a comp, hack into any website or software, create websites and such. She was a technology genius and many wanted to hire her, but instead after graduating college, A took some art classes then built her own studio and become a artist like her adopted mom.
The Change
Well, that was until she was found by one of 'them'. See, Asana was not a big three's child, so the monsters had not scented her yet. She was only found out accidently, when she had been taking pictures out in the woods. The monster was a harpy, in the disguise of a old woman. Now, Asana had the sight as every child of the greek gods have. The old granny had burst from human form to a angered harpy within moments, baring saliva dripping fangs. Asana had stumbled backwards, went down with a crash before scrambling back in fear. She had felt around for a rock, tossed it at the beasts eyes, then turned and ran.
Unintentionally, A callede up the dormat magic that sat deep inside of her form. It pulsed through her, calling the trees and plants to her air. Roots broke out of the ground and curled themselves around the harpy, dragging the screaming wench to the ground. She was taken deep into the terrain, not killed but contained for the moment. A was shocked, but she kept on running until she landed in the middle of a meadow, panting and dripping with sweat. She had shivered, laying there unbelieving what she had saw. Asana thought it was nothing but a dream until a Saytr appeared. He had felt the vibration of Demeter's magic, and come racing to find the frightened demi-god. Seeing the young fourteen year old, he took her hand and told her everything he could about her 'mother' and the world she belonged into.
First A refused to believe what he was saying, but then it made sense. Taking his hand, she had let him lead her to her new life as a Camp Half-blood demigod. There she was accepted as Demeter's child, and joined the ranks among them. A has been there five years, but she is still cautious and quiet. No one really knows anything about her, and that is perfectly fine with her.
Personality:
Likes:
- R.eading
- S.ports
- L.oyalty
- H.elping her cabin
- B.eing useful
- S.wimming
- C.anines
- T.echnology
- S.inging
- D.ancing
- G.rowing Roses
- R.ain
Dislikes:
- F.ire
- D.ating
- L.ove
- F.elines
- S.taring Boys
- W.ar
- B.eing treated as a child
- U.nderestimated
- M.isused animals
- D.ying plants
- I.gnorance
- H.er Shyness
Skills:
- R.unning
- T.echnology
- P.lanting
- S.inging
- D.aggers
Weaknesses:
- P.hysical Fighting
- P.hysical Strength
- M.agic - Meaning she can't fight for long periods of time with her demigod gifts
- C.ommunication
- U.sing swords or bows and arrows
Passions:
- S.inging
- D.rawing
Fears:
- D.arkness
- S.mall places
Hobbies:
- S.ketching her nightmares
- S.he talks to herself - Her mind has it's own way of speaking to her, like a concious, and she carries on a conversation with said concious.
Fighting Specialty: Using daggers
Describe the extent of your powers/abilities:
Asana's power is quite simple but also powerful in it's own way. She can call up roots from the terrain to grab her opponents, or branches and vines from the tree tops to wrap around their wrists or torsos and bring them up in the air. She also has the gift to make the ground bear fruit, meaning making it more fertile and better at producing plants and such. Alas, she is not as powerful as the children of Persephone.
Sadly, with every use of her power, A becomes dizzy and sleeps in a comatose for a couple hours. She needs to build of her strength during the rest, from the use of her gift. It might make her weak to the others, but A likes this gift. She has 'forced' Mother Earth to bear fruit, and the trees to aid her in battle. This is like a punishment, or a trade for the magic she has used. It could be worse.
Fatal Flaw: Over Trusting - She trusts to easily and that has injured her greatly.
Please describe why you think you can stabilize a powerful character. Minimum of two well-developed paragraphs **Big Three Only**: ----
Please give a brief background on your minor god**Minor Gods Only**: ----
Theme Song: Within Temptation - See Who I Am
Is it true what they say
Are we too blind to find a way?
Fear of the unknown clouds our hearts today
Come into my world, see through my eyes
Try to understand, don't want to lose what we have
We've been dreaming but who can deny?
It's the best way of living between the truth and the lies
See who I am
Break through the surface
Reach for my hand
Let's show them that we can
Free our minds and find a way
The world is in our hands
This is not the end
Fear is withering the soul
At the point of no return
We must be the change we wish to see
I'll come into your world, see through your eyes
I'll try to understand before we lose what we have
We just can't stop believing because we have to try
We can rise above their truth and their lies
See who I am
Break through the surface
Reach for my hand
Let's show them that we can
Free our minds and find a way
The world is in our hands
See who I am
Break through the surface
Reach for my hand
Let's show them that we can
Free our minds and find a way
The world is in our hands
This is not the end
I hear their silence preaching my blame
Will our strength remain if their power reignes?
See who I am
Break through the surface
Reach for my hand
Let's show them that we can
Free our minds and find a way
The world is in our hands
See who I am
Break through the surface
Reach for my hand
Let's show them that we can
Free our minds and find a way
The world is in our hands
This is not the end
...
The Puppeteer:
Name/ Alias: Qntal
Age: Thirteen
How long have you been role playing?: ....awhile
How did you find us?: Proboards xD
Role Playing Sample:
The sun was just coming up above the mountains. A cool wind flowing through the tree's, catching the leaves and the branches with it's icy grasp. The sun flowed up like a shimmering ball of fire, which it was if you wanted to get intellectual. Thick, fluffy clouds rolled through the sky, a pink hue at the edges because of the glorious sunrise. The sky was a rich pale cerulean blue, with violet red hightlights and a tangereen orange that swirled through like cotton candy. The forest trees stood tall, bark stripped from their trunks by the starving deer. The branches were spread out, snow piling up and making the branches groan and ready to give away beneath the weight. The snow was crystaline white powder that was fresh without the slightest footsteps marring it's beauty. Birds awakened from their slumber, wings fluttering as they dropped snow from their feathers. Many begin to sing a morning song, flapping their wings and flighing through the sky. A deer shook her brown pelt, climbing to her feet as she readied for another day of searching for food. Her fawn got to his feet as well, clinging to his mother's side. The doe smiled slightly and began to pick her way through the forest, pressing soft footsteps in the wet snow. The fawn keeping up on thin, gangly pillars. A fox moved silently, paws leaving nay a mark on the snow as it tracked a hare across the field. The hare suddenly stiffened, then bolted as it senses the red fox. The vulpes went after it, quick on it's paws. Within moments, the rabbit was in it's jowls, lying limp from a crack in it's neck. A quick death to the hare, thakfully. Life and death was the cycle of the world.
Now, the forest was filled with music notes. A stream cutting through the forest, giving a soft trickling background to the singing birds. The silvery white water lapping at a pebbled shore dotted with slick ice and dew. The stream dumped into a large lake, which stood clear and still that morning. The water reflected the colors of the sky, so it was a cerulean blue with pink and tangereen. A waterfall bubbled to the east, splashing from a cliff, down into the silver lake. It was not as large as many of it's breathen, but it held its beauty none the less. The silent lapping of the water against the shore was peaceful, giving a sense of security to those around it. A moose stood at one end, standing in the shallow waters, muzzle buried deep as it gulped the cold water down it's parched throat. A grunt escaped it's maw as the crown lifted, water pebbling on a black lip like a diamond. Shaking thick antlers, the moose turned and ambled back into the forest. A cold wind flowed across the lake, sending puffs of the snow to fall lightly upon the surface. They melted slowly, dissapearing into the liquid as they had once been before falling down as snow. Everything was so beautfiul, so in peace and in harmony. The music a sweet lullaby to any human who heard it without disrupting the silence.
Then, to add variety to the birds, the wind, the doe, the fox, and every other part of the wildlife, a howl broke through. The music flowed softly, touching auds with its softness. With it's melodic tune that sang of sadness, of a bitter loniless that none could quench. A need for a companion, for someone to make the lupine smile once more. A call for someone to keep them from vanishing into the empty nothiness of darkness. The lyrical howl slipped through the sky, through the very heart of the forest, beckoning, calling with every fiber of it's being. The animals froze, taking in every syllable, hoping that this lupine could find the one who would heal it's heart and hold back the consuming darkness. The howl spoke so many things...asked for some many things but also, it showed the fragility of the owner who sang such a sweet lullaby. As the song drifted away, the birds opend their beaks, a let a sweet melody escape. The sang as though complimenting the lone lupine who had breathed to life such a heart - pulling howl that wound forever bury itself in the memory of who listened to it's tune. The birds song ended after a few beats, and the forest breathed once more. Most of the mammals that had frozen during the song, now walked forth with a easier lope. The song had touched something inside their beating heart, and taken away the worry of this winter day.
A soft snap came from the abyss of shadow beside the lakes north shore. A figure edging herself away from the inky blackness that would consume her mortal soul. The lupine was a petite thing, no more then twenty - seven inches in height, and thirty - one inches in length. A small crown was lifted high, the bones that made up the cranium thin and finely shaped. Tear - shaped auds flicked forth slightly, rounded slightly to catch the slightest of music that the forest birthed with each passing breath. Thick, ashen black lashes curled slightly, framing orbs shaped like a half moon. The color of the orb was the palest of aquamarine, with slivers of molten honey gold that shimmered like copper fire. A slim muzzle was cast to the terrain, black nostrils flared slightly as the scents of the wild came through and matched themselves with what knowledge her brain knew. Jowls parted slightly, black lips pulling back to show curved ivories. Each was long by its own right, sharp and the color of the finest opal white. A pink tongue sliding out sightly, passing canines to taste snowflakes falling down. The fine crown connected to a arched neck, muscles slim but woven tight under the light sprinkle of hair. A small chest pulsed with each breath and the pulse of her beating organ. Bodice was slim, with a rounded barrel covered by flesh to show she had been eating the amount of meat to keep her petite form functioning. A fluffy plume curled at the tip, brushing against pillars and terrain as she moved. Now, her movement was of fluid grace, pillars long and thin, with slight paws of min saucers, with sharp little daggers that sank into the terrain. A pelt of the deepest onyx and slivers of golden hued brown shifted with each graceful step. The lupine was of marbel perfection on the outside of her being, but in the depths of her beating heart and thinking mind, was the tortured being of someone long forgotten by all.
Now, the petite beast glided forth with the slightest hesitation. The delicate auds listening to the harmony of the forest, but waiting patiently for the sound of a predator that would swoop from the darkness to sink it's clutches in her form, and drag her unwilling body into a dark abyss. Her breath came quickly then, hiding back a low moan that would have escaped. Lungs burned from the icy wind that threatened to burn a hole through the organs. A shudder wracked the femmoras form, her thoughts getting ahead of her and causing her form to react without her knowledge. Nostrils flared slightly, no threatening scent reaching the intellictual part of her brain that activated when danger approached. A soft, melodic sigh escaped opened jowls to form a crystalline mist that left beaded drops upon her lips. Her orbs lightened slightly, the stress of doom that sometimes came vanishing as swiftly as that of a rushing rapid. A slight curl on a bottom lip left a smile upon delicate features that now showed no distress or sorrow so profound. The face of the femmora showed vulnerability, but the expression of a equine who was finally free of the shackles of the world and it's cunning ability to bring you down. Pure joy. Pure simplicity. Those were the emotions showing brightly from her pale orbs.
Halting, the femmora stopped before the lakes water. Her crown lowered slightly, jowls parting and tongue slipping out to taste the silver liquid. A shudder wracked her form from the sweet, pure coldness of the liquid as it wet her dry tongue and lips, then slowly slid down a parched throat to burn a icy path to her empty stomach. The water rippled with every silent lap of the tongue, and the warm breath that fell upon it's surface. Hesitantly, the lupine lifted her crown, liquid silver beading upon black lips. Her orbs searched the forest with a burning insenity of one often pursued by hunters. When nothing came out the waning darkness, did the femmora step forth upon a slippery rock. Her paws pulling her light mass upon the cold stone, daggers clicking slightly as she moved forth. The waterfalls mist flowed down to land upon her pelt, giving stars to flare against her night sky pelt. A sigh escaped the slim jowls, as the figure laid down, her warm flesh laying upon the silvery opal rock. Her crown lowered, bodice curling into the slim shape of a crescent moon. The plume dropped it's tip upon her nose, and with a sigh of pleasure, the orbs closed as she soaked in the natural peace.
Now, the forest was filled with music notes. A stream cutting through the forest, giving a soft trickling background to the singing birds. The silvery white water lapping at a pebbled shore dotted with slick ice and dew. The stream dumped into a large lake, which stood clear and still that morning. The water reflected the colors of the sky, so it was a cerulean blue with pink and tangereen. A waterfall bubbled to the east, splashing from a cliff, down into the silver lake. It was not as large as many of it's breathen, but it held its beauty none the less. The silent lapping of the water against the shore was peaceful, giving a sense of security to those around it. A moose stood at one end, standing in the shallow waters, muzzle buried deep as it gulped the cold water down it's parched throat. A grunt escaped it's maw as the crown lifted, water pebbling on a black lip like a diamond. Shaking thick antlers, the moose turned and ambled back into the forest. A cold wind flowed across the lake, sending puffs of the snow to fall lightly upon the surface. They melted slowly, dissapearing into the liquid as they had once been before falling down as snow. Everything was so beautfiul, so in peace and in harmony. The music a sweet lullaby to any human who heard it without disrupting the silence.
Then, to add variety to the birds, the wind, the doe, the fox, and every other part of the wildlife, a howl broke through. The music flowed softly, touching auds with its softness. With it's melodic tune that sang of sadness, of a bitter loniless that none could quench. A need for a companion, for someone to make the lupine smile once more. A call for someone to keep them from vanishing into the empty nothiness of darkness. The lyrical howl slipped through the sky, through the very heart of the forest, beckoning, calling with every fiber of it's being. The animals froze, taking in every syllable, hoping that this lupine could find the one who would heal it's heart and hold back the consuming darkness. The howl spoke so many things...asked for some many things but also, it showed the fragility of the owner who sang such a sweet lullaby. As the song drifted away, the birds opend their beaks, a let a sweet melody escape. The sang as though complimenting the lone lupine who had breathed to life such a heart - pulling howl that wound forever bury itself in the memory of who listened to it's tune. The birds song ended after a few beats, and the forest breathed once more. Most of the mammals that had frozen during the song, now walked forth with a easier lope. The song had touched something inside their beating heart, and taken away the worry of this winter day.
A soft snap came from the abyss of shadow beside the lakes north shore. A figure edging herself away from the inky blackness that would consume her mortal soul. The lupine was a petite thing, no more then twenty - seven inches in height, and thirty - one inches in length. A small crown was lifted high, the bones that made up the cranium thin and finely shaped. Tear - shaped auds flicked forth slightly, rounded slightly to catch the slightest of music that the forest birthed with each passing breath. Thick, ashen black lashes curled slightly, framing orbs shaped like a half moon. The color of the orb was the palest of aquamarine, with slivers of molten honey gold that shimmered like copper fire. A slim muzzle was cast to the terrain, black nostrils flared slightly as the scents of the wild came through and matched themselves with what knowledge her brain knew. Jowls parted slightly, black lips pulling back to show curved ivories. Each was long by its own right, sharp and the color of the finest opal white. A pink tongue sliding out sightly, passing canines to taste snowflakes falling down. The fine crown connected to a arched neck, muscles slim but woven tight under the light sprinkle of hair. A small chest pulsed with each breath and the pulse of her beating organ. Bodice was slim, with a rounded barrel covered by flesh to show she had been eating the amount of meat to keep her petite form functioning. A fluffy plume curled at the tip, brushing against pillars and terrain as she moved. Now, her movement was of fluid grace, pillars long and thin, with slight paws of min saucers, with sharp little daggers that sank into the terrain. A pelt of the deepest onyx and slivers of golden hued brown shifted with each graceful step. The lupine was of marbel perfection on the outside of her being, but in the depths of her beating heart and thinking mind, was the tortured being of someone long forgotten by all.
Now, the petite beast glided forth with the slightest hesitation. The delicate auds listening to the harmony of the forest, but waiting patiently for the sound of a predator that would swoop from the darkness to sink it's clutches in her form, and drag her unwilling body into a dark abyss. Her breath came quickly then, hiding back a low moan that would have escaped. Lungs burned from the icy wind that threatened to burn a hole through the organs. A shudder wracked the femmoras form, her thoughts getting ahead of her and causing her form to react without her knowledge. Nostrils flared slightly, no threatening scent reaching the intellictual part of her brain that activated when danger approached. A soft, melodic sigh escaped opened jowls to form a crystalline mist that left beaded drops upon her lips. Her orbs lightened slightly, the stress of doom that sometimes came vanishing as swiftly as that of a rushing rapid. A slight curl on a bottom lip left a smile upon delicate features that now showed no distress or sorrow so profound. The face of the femmora showed vulnerability, but the expression of a equine who was finally free of the shackles of the world and it's cunning ability to bring you down. Pure joy. Pure simplicity. Those were the emotions showing brightly from her pale orbs.
Halting, the femmora stopped before the lakes water. Her crown lowered slightly, jowls parting and tongue slipping out to taste the silver liquid. A shudder wracked her form from the sweet, pure coldness of the liquid as it wet her dry tongue and lips, then slowly slid down a parched throat to burn a icy path to her empty stomach. The water rippled with every silent lap of the tongue, and the warm breath that fell upon it's surface. Hesitantly, the lupine lifted her crown, liquid silver beading upon black lips. Her orbs searched the forest with a burning insenity of one often pursued by hunters. When nothing came out the waning darkness, did the femmora step forth upon a slippery rock. Her paws pulling her light mass upon the cold stone, daggers clicking slightly as she moved forth. The waterfalls mist flowed down to land upon her pelt, giving stars to flare against her night sky pelt. A sigh escaped the slim jowls, as the figure laid down, her warm flesh laying upon the silvery opal rock. Her crown lowered, bodice curling into the slim shape of a crescent moon. The plume dropped it's tip upon her nose, and with a sigh of pleasure, the orbs closed as she soaked in the natural peace.