Post by Aria Nicole Echoe on Jan 27, 2011 9:23:55 GMT -8
Echoe, Aria Nicole
Demigod
2nd Year at Camp
Age: 17
Son/Daughter of Hermes
Demigod
2nd Year at Camp
Age: 17
Son/Daughter of Hermes
Appearance:
Eye(s): Greyish-green
Hair: Hazelnut
Height: 5' 7"
Build Type: Lean & Athletic
Background:
Mortal Parent(s): Madison Echoe
Other Family: Skyler Echoe, sister
Pets: A chocolate-brown winged stallion named Moose
Brief History: Aria Echoe lead a most quiet existence, as possibly as one who's mother was a retired spy could: through the shadows of everything. She rarely talked, stepped out of line, or did anything out of the ordinary. She made no friends, enemies, or conversation really. Aria was an observer, and that was her curse. She was a listener; is a listener, and always will be. Her mother first discovered her little habit when she was able to access all her bank account information at the age of 11. Not just access through simple stealing of credit cards, but by memorization, photographically almost, of the cards, pins, security numbers, and so forth.
Her mother never blamed Aria for the habit, until she was angry. Then she was a criminal. Then she was a thief for shoplifting. Sometimes Aria just told herself she was a ninja so she could stop wearing the name tag her mother gave her. Ninja, monster, whatever she was, Aria was just, Aria. She was intelligent, quick, smart, fast, shy, sophisticated, unsocial; unnoticeably, uncontrollably, and outlandishly... well... crazy.
Personality: Aria is perceptive, quick witted, stealthy, and aware. She likes to sit back, enjoy the show, and spend time by herself. She has no friends, knows everyone, yet never speaks to them. She knows things that she should probably not know, and cannot help herself to knowing such. She is not impulsive, and follows what she believes in. 'Figuring her out' is challenging, almost impossible, because there is nothing really important to figure out. A good word would be mysterious, but she would never call herself such because that would just be cliché. She is not adopted, not being abused, she has no sad history, and no interesting one at that, save for the fact that her father is the Olympian god Hermes. Yeah. Which is where she gets her athleticism and thievery. Or maybe it's from her mom. Who really knows. She cares about others, but her acts of kindness are always anonymously done. She does not like drawing attention to herself and anything she steals out of habit, she returns secretly.
Likes:
- Sports
- Being a ninja
- Weaponry
- Her chain maces
- Stealing and putting things back without getting caught
Dislikes:
- Crowds
- Talking a lot to people
- Being suspected of doing anything wrong
- Being asked a lot of questions
- Girls who say they cannot do anything because they are girls
Skills:
- Fighting
- Stealing
- Par Kour/ Free Running
- Acrobatics/ being flexible
- Escape artist
Weaknesses:
- She is insecure about her abilities. She can only perform well if she is not thinking too hard.
- She has a difficult time saying no to someone
- Boys with dark hair and kick-ass fighting skills (but she will never openly admit it)
- Heat/ long exposure to sunlight/ fire
- Being attacked by long range weapons
Passions:
- Chain mace spinning
- Laser tag
Fears:
- Snakes
- Getting caught
Hobbies:
- Rock climbing
- Volleyball as a past time
Fighting Specialty: Chain maces
Fatal Flaw: Stalking; getting too far in business that is not her own.
Theme Song: Hey Driver By Lucky Boy Confusion
Sparks fly, I hit the ground running
Thumb in the air on the side of the road
Good work.. never comes easy
Hey Driver to the top of the world
Put my life over my right shoulder with confidence
And here I come
Westbound
Leave the motor running because i'm on the run
In this crowded world i'll be high waiting when the last train comes
Dark Skies, I feel my heels burning
False hi's to the end of the road
No doubt, I've got alot of learning
Hey driver to the top of the road
Put my life over my right shoulder with confidence
Sparks fly, I hit the ground running
Thumb in the air on the side of the road
Good work.. never comes easy
Hey Driver to the top of the world
Sparks fly, I hit the ground running
Time stops at the end of the road
The big life, big deals, beginnings,
Hey Driver to the top of the world
Hey Driver to the top of the world
Hey Driver to the top of the world
...
The Puppeteer:
Name/ Alias: Eri
Age: 18
How long have you been role playing?: For many, many years.
How did you find us?: I created you, nut.
Role Playing Sample:
Was it strange to say that Wing Lightner really really really REALLY REALLY wanted to get back to school? Obviously she might have been the only student in the world to think that. Groans, moans, whining, and wait... was some person crying? The brown head slipped out of the way of the sobbing girl and found a comfortable spot in the corner of the platform, away from the majority of the crowd. Yes, someone was crying. Not her. Not Wing though. There was no way she was going to miss her parents or her siblings or her dogs. Okay, yes, she would miss them. She loved them so much. But she had missed someone more important than everyone else combined and the only way to be with this someone again was to be back at school. Not just someone though, her someone: Jake Gilbert. So the fact that Wing lightner really, really, REALLY wanted to be back at school was no surprise to her or her parents.
The goodbyes had been quick and simple: "LOVE YOU TOO!", sounding like that little girl who was squirming out of that one last hug to go race to the swing sets. Her parents had kissed her on the forehead and before they could blink or whisper one last loving good bye, the 15 year old had zipped off onto the platform. There was only one thing on her mind: Jake Gilbert.
Goodness she must have been a dog. BALL? BALL? BALL? Where's the ball? Where's the ball? Except more so: JAKE? JAKE? JAKE? Where's my boyfriend?
Yes, the case of the love sick puppy.
The very lonely love sick puppy, she wrote.
The goodbyes had been quick and simple: "LOVE YOU TOO!", sounding like that little girl who was squirming out of that one last hug to go race to the swing sets. Her parents had kissed her on the forehead and before they could blink or whisper one last loving good bye, the 15 year old had zipped off onto the platform. There was only one thing on her mind: Jake Gilbert.
Goodness she must have been a dog. BALL? BALL? BALL? Where's the ball? Where's the ball? Except more so: JAKE? JAKE? JAKE? Where's my boyfriend?
Yes, the case of the love sick puppy.
The very lonely love sick puppy, she wrote.