Character Name: Sharonia Amazonian
Gender: female
Age: 12
Description (hair and eye color, height, body type (skinny, muscular, etc) required): black short choppy hair, brown eyes, 5ft 6, slightly skinnyer than average, purple contacts
God and mortal parent: Ares, Demi IV
Powers**: none
Flaws: drastic mood swings, insecurity, sensitive, thinks too much
Pets: a hamster named Piggy
Weapon: a compass, the kind you make circles with
Talents/Skills: strong, smart, can turn anything into a weapon, inventive. (None of these work if I'm hungry or tired)
RP Example*: I was walking through the woods, heading toward my hideout. (yes, I know, cheesy name) I heard a snapping of twigs, and a rustling of leaves. I looked up to see a huge hand reaching to me! I screamed and ran a couple feet but the grabby fingers caught me. As I was lifted in the air, I wrestled my compass of of my pocket. I started franticaly stabbing and scratching whatever was holding me. Then I looked up. I saw this huge green eye, with lashes long enough to lasso a whale. His nose was at least seven feet wide, and had a tubfull of hairs sticking out. His lips were cracked and dirty, crusted with smeared blood and dirt. I even saw a couple tupes of chapstick stuck in the filfth. Getting desperate, because my jabbing wasn't doing any good, I bit down as hard as I could on the finger, trying not to taste the grime. He suddenly dropped me, as if he was a six-year-old and got stung by a bee. i landed on my butt and quickly got up and started running, and i didn't stop until I got back home.
Biography*: I grew up in a small town, hidden in small New Hampshire. It was quiet, and my bedroom always smelled like pinetrees. I lived with my mom, my uncle, my aunt, and my stepfather. I was raised to believe that my real dad got cancer after he divorced with my mom, and he didn't survive. I was always picked on in school, but I just bit my tongue and went on with my life, cause' no one likes a tattltale. I did get my revenge though, the bullies were stupid and got it in their heads that if you went to a teacher you'd be a noob. All the other girls were picked on too, it was a sexist community. I was the only one that stood up to them, pinching them with my fingernails, stabbing with my pencil, threatening to kill them with stuffed poodles. i actually did bring a poodle couple times, just to keep them in line.
Notes: beware of my mental breakdown
(The guy with the green lightsaber is me)