My Fourth Charrie

Name:
Aryssa Heart

Age:
15

Gender:
Female

God Parent:
Pysche

Mortal Parent:
Matt Heart

Physical Appearance:
Aryssa's hair is an auburn brown color and curly. It doesn't always bend to Aryssa's will, but she trys her best. Her eyes are a pretty shade of light green-gray-blue and she stands at about 5'2" in height.
Her hair reaches a bit below her shoulders and has tints of red and blonde in it. It isn't completely wavy, but it isn't completely straight.
Riss's eyes are deep-set and are usually never covered in make-up like most girls her age. Her face is classically shaped with classic features. Her fake-mother and grandmother always cup her face and say, "Oh! My baby is so beautiful!" Many boys have looked at her and decided she's too beautiful so they're intimidated. She doesn't think she is though.
Her style of clothing is rather unique. It varies between relaxed and bohemian. However, she favorite style of clothing is a mixture between bohemian and hippie. She often wears head hands, scarves, flowing shirts, vest and other types of clothing that fall into those two styles.
She loves to walk around barefoot, which has caused her feet to be rather calloused.

Personality:
Riss is very smart, since her mother is the goddess of the soul. In school she was voted class valedictorian for her 7th grade class. Not much of an accomplishment. Riss is often found staring at people. She is very good at controlling and ignoring her feelings. She is fun to be around and outgoing. At times she gives her self migraines because her brain has the capacity to be able to think about multiple things at once. Like feelings, and the math problem on the board. At the same time. Sometimes it seems Riss can almost read minds, but she can't. She just great at guessing what people are thinking. And feeling. She can be insensitive sometimes.

Pets:
Her golden retriver named Rocky

Weapons:
Aryssa has one weapons. Her most powerful is her Mirror. Although it seems odd, Riss, being the Daughter of the Goddess of the Soul, is able to see into people's darkest secrets and the deepest part of their souls and show them the thing that bothers them the most through this mirror. It doesn't take long to do this, unless the person has a mind block on. However, Riss does not run into this obstacle often. Most children of Pysche posess this such Mirror.

RP example:
Riss yawned widley. Her pink lips made an O when she yawned. Geez, godess was she tired. All she wanted to do was take a nap. But her father, Matt, occupied the couch. They lived in a two-bedroom house in downtown Brooklyn. A tough neighborhood to grow up in. Of course, they were Greek immigrants. When Matt and Aryssa had arrived, Matt had taken up a surname. Matt. His real name was...well it's too difficult to spell. That wasn't quite relevant to what she was thinking about though. Riss quitely padded downstairs on her feet. She was wearing her flannel red and black PJs. Riss spent more time in PJs than she did regular clothes. That didn't both her in the least bit. She shrugged on a black hoodie and flipped up the hood. She slid outside into the cool night air. She shivered when the air touched her skin. But it soon settled over herl like a cool blanket. It caressed and kissed her skin like an old friend. Or a favorite pair of jeans. Suddenly, a light flickered on in her neighbor's window. She jumped back in the shadows. Her neighbors were Italians. It was sad how all the nationalities were crammed into one little neighborhood. But Riss liked the DiRosa's. They were nice and made the best canolies. Riss smiled as her best friend, Marco, slid out of the window and hit the ground with a dull thud. Marco, stood up and looked at Riss with his dark brown eyes. He blinked his super long lashes at her a couple times and she asked, "You got the money?" He looked at her and grinned, "Yeah." Even though it was only eight at night. It was the longest day of the year, or literally one of them, and the sun was just begining to set. "So...what are we gonna get again?" He asked. Riss just looked at him and smiled, "Our school jeans."

Flaws:
Holding grudges.
Her short temper.
Her confidence
Her pride