just last the year

Subject: just last the year 11/16/2012, 11:05 pm

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Subject: Re: just last the year 11/16/2012, 11:05 pm

taleis, son of melinoe - the liar ❝ don't listen to a word i say ❞
barr, son of boreas - the manipulative ❝ we're the ones who wrote the end ❞
pail, daughter of achelios - the homeless (kind of) ❝ it's not a homeless life for me, it's just i'm home less than i'd like to be.❞
vinyl, daughter of hypnos - the loner ❝ take me, i'm alive ❞
kassidy, daughter of asteria - the survivor ❝ every smile was a lesson learned ❞

taleis looks like harry styles
barr looks like niall horan
pail looks like cintia dicker
vinyl looks like kristen stewart
kassidy looks like linnea jönsson

Subject: Re: just last the year 11/16/2012, 11:06 pm

Taleisin Emmett Heap the Fourth

I hear you've got your troubles, or so I've been told,
Maybe just a couple but I'm not quite sold.
I'm indifferent to the difference between tomorrow and today,
Less an indiscretion than a lesson I've been paid.
And the stages of recovery can signify your age,
Like rings around a stump.
Oh, that's something I know a little bit about, child.
Lately, it's been getting a little bit crazy,
I don't wanna be complaining.
just last the year 1zbf3nm

Full Name: Taleis's full name is Taleisin Emmett Heap the Fourth.
Nicknames: He prefers to go by Taleis. Unknown to Taleis, many of the girls who he had been with call him Sin behind his back as they plot his demise.
Age: Taleis is seventeen years of age.
Years At Camp: Taleis has been at camp for two years.

Height: Taleis stands at a fairly average height of five feet and nine inches. Taleis's father considered this to be a bit odd, seeing as he was taller, but he just put it off as something he got from his mother.
Hair: Taleis has curly brown hair, that naturally has a messy look to it. The fact that he doesn't always remember to brush it probably doesn't help all that much, but he doesn't mind. Probably because, for one reason or another, many girls seem to think it's attractive. Taleis, on the other hand, is almost always annoyed by his hair because it's impossible for him to get it tidy when it needs to be. When it actually cooperates, he likes his hair. He just hates it the rest if the time.
Eyes: Taleis's eyes are sometimes a soft green colour, sometimes a striking emerald, and they get this oddly clear look when the light hits them a special way. There's something about his eyes that seems to make people want to talk to him, which might be due to the fact that his eyes often have a sad look to them. Even when he's laughing, his eyes tend to looks sad. Taleis isn't sure why this is, but he knows that he doesn't feel sad most of the time.
Body Type: Taleis has a slightly muscular build. He's not so muscular that it's really noticeable, but if he doesn't have a shirt on or something, it is noticeable.
Distinct Markings: Taleis doesn't really have any distinct markings.
Style: Taleis's style is basically what you would see any normal teenager wearing, if not a little bit more dressy at times. Occasionally, he'll wear a blazer to make his outfits look a bit fancier, but he usually wears jeans and a t shirt like any other guy. Sometimes he can be found wearing a pretty dorky looking onesie, and he is aware of how dorky he looks with it on, but he tends to not really care.

God Parent: Melinoe - Taleis's mother is Melinoe, the Greek goddess of ghosts. Once, while Melinoe was wandering the Earth, she saw a man all alone. He had a look of sadness but, most of all, there was a look of death to him. This intrigued Melinoe, so she decided to see why the man had this look of death.

She had never meant to be spotted or recognized, but the man, who's name turned out to be Taleisin Emmett Heap the Third, did start to recognize the little signs of her. Every day, he would see how many signs of his stalker he could see. He treated it like a game, as if he didn't exactly care. That was one of the many things that caught Melinoe's attention, until, one day, she disguised herself as a mortal to see if there was a way she could actually get to know the man.

It was actually fairly easy for Melinoe to do it, seeing as Taleis's father trusted people easily. Neither of them had been looking for a relationship, but that was what they got. Melinoe never knew why one day she just felt attracted to Taleis's father in a way she hadn't before, but he appeared to have the same feelings. They had an affair, although it was short lived, for Melinoe's feelings for the man evaporated soon after she had started to have them.

Then she found out she was expecting a child. This was not part of her plan, but she knew who the father was. As soon as she gave birth to her son (Taleis), she left him in his father's house, along with a not that read, 'This is your child, not mine. I will not raise him.' After that, Melinoe dropped out of their lives completely.
Mortal Family:

Father:

Talesin Emmett Heap the Third - Taleis's father is named Taleisin Emmett Heap the Third, as it was a tradition to name the first child Taleisin Emmett Heap, if the first child is a boy. The way that Taleisin met Melinoe was simple, really. Melinoe disguised herself as someone who had just moved into the neighbourhood. Taleisin, of course, didn't know that it was just a disguise, and he befriended her.

Now, unknowingly, Taleisin had angered Aphrodite. Taleisin taught mythology at the local college, and he would often tell his first wife (who died :C) that she was more beautiful than Aphrodite herself. When Melinoe befriended Taleisin, only meaning to befriend him, Aphrodite made both of them fall in love. After a while, she made Melinoe fall out of love, while Taleisin was still in love with her. Melinoe abruptly left, wondering what it was that made her attracted to Taleisin in the first place, while Taleisin was left to mourn the loss of his lover.

Nine months later, Taleisin came home from work to find a baby crying on the kitchen counter. There was a note that read, 'This is your child, not mine. I will not raise him.' That was how he knew it was from his lover, and, while he didn't feel like he had the time or money to raise a child, he did it anyways. He came up with a bunch of lies for why he had the baby all of a sudden, but everyone believed him for some reason.

Several years later, Taleisin was desperate. He didn't have much money, and he had already done everything he could think of, so he attempted to rob a bank. Several people were injured, and one person was killed. Taleisin was arrested with a sentence of twenty years.

Taleis, of course, never heard of this. He only knew his father did some bad things because he was desperate, and he never did anything to find out.

Grandfather

Taleisin Emmett Heap the Second - After Taleisin was arrested, Taleis's grandfather and grandmother took him in. Nether were especially happy about it, but they weren't going to leave Taleis to some orphanage or something.

Taleis referred to his grandfather as the 'Heap of Sins.' His grandfather was just one big ball of bitter, who didn't care for many people. Taleis secretly blamed his grandfather for his father going to jail, because his grandfather seemed like he didn't even care for his own son. In fact, Taleis was sure he could trace all of his problems back to his grandfather, he was so bitter.

Grandmother

Delanie Meredith Heap - Taleis's grandmother warmed to him slightly more than his grandfather, but it was still noticeable that she didn't really want Taleis to be there. Whereas Taleis's grandfather often would bluntly state his displeasure in Taleis being there, Dalenie would squirm when he asked. Taleis did often ask if they even wanted him there, seeing as they fought often. Delanie would often shift around in her seat for a few moments before saying, "It's not that we don't want you here, honey, it's more like we're slightly inconvenienced at your being here," or something equally dumb that just exaggerated that they didn't want him more than they tried to.

Date of Birth: Taleis was born on November seventeenth, 1994.

Powers:

He can summon ghosts - One of Taleis's powers is that he has the ability to summon ghosts. In order for this to work, he has to do a ceremony not too unlike the one that Nico performs in The Battle of the Labyrinth, except it takes much more energy for Taleis to perform it, seeing as he isn't as strong a demigod as Nico. Just like with Nico, Taleis needs to fill a six foot deep hole with food and drinks as offerings for the dead. Then he must chant in ancient Greek for a few minutes until the ghosts start to appear. Unfortunately, Taleis doesn't have full control over the spirits when he summons them, which is why he doesn't use this power all the often. He has control over the spirits for about ten minutes until he can no longer hold them and they leave.He can use this power about three times a week, at most.
He can act as a medium - This power comes much easier to Taleis that summoning ghosts. This power lets him work as a medium between the living world and the underworld, allowing spirits to (kind of) possess his body for a bit, giving him messages that the deceased want to give to the living. There are only two ways this power can be accessed. The first way is if someone comes to him wanting to speak to someone who is deceased, and the deceased person is willing to speak to the living person. This power is easier than the other option, and he can hold it for fifteen to twenty minutes. The second way he can do it would be that a spirit in the area wants to speak to someone, so it forces itself into Taleis's body. This time it can be heald for a certain amount of time depending on how much determination the ghost has to stay there. Once the ghost leaves his body, it leaves him exhausted, and he cannot use the power until ten hours have passed, meaning he could to it about two times a day. The second way he can do it causes him to become far more tired because, well, having a ghost try and shove itself into your body isn't pleasant, and he often tries to fight the ghost so it doesn't take control over him. The spirits can only take control over his mouth and have him say things, although, if the ghost is really determined/angry, it can cause him to do things. This is very rare, though.
Shadow travelling - Like most demigod children of underworld gods, Taleis has the ability to travel from place to place via shadows. While this power doesn't use as much energy as his other powers, it still does leave him feeling pretty tired. Still, being able to use it twelve times a day is an improvement to how many times he could do it before. The maximum amount of space that Taleis can travel over is two hundred yards by himself, which is significantly lowered to ninety yards if he has a companion. The maximum number of companions that Taleis can bring with him is one extra person. The power literally doesn't work if he attempts to bring anyone else with him. Between shadow traveling, Taleis must wait at least half an hour before he can shadow travel again, and at least forty five minutes if he wants to shadow travel with someone else.

Fatal Flaw: He's a liar - Another one of Taleis's weaknesses is that he's a huge liar, and not only that, but he's good at it. Taleis knows he's good at lying, and he knows that a lot of people look at him and see how sad he tends to look, and a lot of the time they think, 'Oh, poor kid, his dad's in jail. He deserves to be cut some slack.' Even the people who don't know his back story know that he's got some serious problems. When he lies, he can escape them, and people tend to either pity him or believe him. Half of the time he doesn't even need to lie about something, he just does.
Other Flaws: Taleis' other flaws are that he's a player/unfaithful, and he can't really read ancient Greek that well. Shockingly enough, Taleis' dyslexia isn't all that bad, but the result of that is that he can't read ancient Greek that well.
Personality: Most people see Taleis as a heartless jerk who enjoys toying with people's minds, although that isn't exactly the truth. While Taleis acts like that's who he is, he's actually nothing like that if you get to know him. The real Taleis is somewhat of a dork who spends almost all of his free time reading or looking up odd places that he wants to visit. He even has lists of places with facts about each one, all hidden under his bed in a huge trunk that he had dragged down from the attic one day. Instead of being this brave person he makes himself out to be, he really does half of the sh** he does to feel powerful. While Taleis isn't actually weak instead of brave, it's more like he's actually shy. He's just very good at hiding it, and over the years, he has taught himself to believe that he isn't shy. While he is somewhat weak on the inside, he's still shockingly confident for someone his age, but not in the way most teenagers are. While most people he knew were confident in a rash way, Taleis is confident in a more mature way. Instead of having the confidence to swear at someone for doing something he doesn't agree with, he has the confidence to kindly ask the person to not do that and explain why he would not like them to do it. He reaches out to people instead of waiting for them to reach out to him. One other thing about Taleis is that he's a major flirt. Even if he's out on a date, he'll chat some other girl up when his date isn't looking, and possibly swap numbers, which is very unlike someone who actually has trust issues.

Weapon(s): Taleis has a Stygian iron sword, as well as a small celestial bronze dagger he nabbed from the weapons shed.
Pets: Taleis doesn't have any pets.
Talents/Skills: Taleis is something like fearless. Not completely fearless, but still, pretty fearless. Taleis is also very confident and outgoing. He doesn't have that bad dyslexia, either. He still has it, but it's not completely terrible.

RP Example: Taleis sighed as he looked across the school courtyard to where Rebecca sat, surrounded by a group of girls who were all hugging her. Taleis didn't need to hear Rebecca's sobs to know that she was crying. He knew she would be sad for a bit. Most girls were.

He supposed that he had been a bit harsh on Rebecca. After he stood her up, she confronted him. Literally went to his house to see if he was there, which was more than most girls. He had to give her credit for that. Anyways, she had confronted him and asked him why he didn't show up to their date, to which he responded, word for word, "Because you're ugly, stupid, and annoying. Why would you think I would actually go out with you?" before he slammed the door in her face. He knew he could have gone with the typical chatting some girl up while on the date, but that didn't seem satisfying enough to him.

He was in one of his moods that night. Only Aidan knew about the moods. They could be over different things, and they commonly were, although he often would get into one of the moods over his dad. Those weren't the worst ones, though. The worst ones were over the way Aidan made Taleis feel, which he could, under no circumstance, tell Aidan about. He was almost possible that Aidan would first stare at him with a shocked expression, his mouth hanging wide open. Then he would close his mouth, shake his head, and punch Taleis. Not one of their normal, playful punches, though. It would be a hard, solid punch, right to the face. Then Aidan would yell at him to get away from him and to never speak, or even look, at him again.

That was the mood he had last night. The mood where he would do anything to be with Aidan, watching a movie and feeding eachother popcorn, or whatever it was that the couples did in those sappy romance novels his grandmother read. He knew he shouldn't have taken it out on Rebecca, and especially not in that manner, but he couldn't help himself; he was just so angry about the fact that he knew it could never happen, that it was so wrong that he wanted to be with Aidan, and Rebecca was just there. He had originally planned to lead her on, tell her he had forgotten and then invited her out to a movie the next night, promising that he would remember.

But, once again, Rebecca was there in front of him, and Taleis was in the worst of his moods that night. He guessed the main thing that set him off was the fact that it would be okay for Aidan to go out with Rebecca, but there was no way it was okay for Aidan to go out with himself.
Biography: Taleis's first years of life were all very similar. His father taught at a university, so he had a babysitter for most of the day. Truthfully, Taleis's dad never had much time for him. His father always seemed to be doing something, mainly working. One of the few things Taleis can remember from these years was that his father was almost always working. Being so young, though, Taleis didn't pay much attention. His babysitter practically raised him, and Taleis had even started calling her Mommy. One time, Taleis's father had heard Taleis call his babysitter Mommy, which had sent him into a rage. He shouted at Taleis to never call anyone Mommy ever again, and then proceeded to fire the babysitter. He had a replacement by the next day.
Things really started to go downhill before Taleis had turned four. His father had started to drink, and many people suspected that he was doing drugs. Taleis, of course, didn't know what drugs were, but he knew it was bad from the way people talked about it. Unknown to young Taleis, his father had been fired from his job due to random absences, which were becoming more and more common. At this point, Taleis had been going to a day care, so he wasn't there to see his father passed out drunk on the couch. In fact, he never saw much of his dad, and this didn't change at all when Taleis turned five. When Taleis turned five, though, things really started getting bad. It became fully obvious that his father was an alcoholic, and beliefs of him doing drugs became more enforced, and it was actually true. Still, Taleis knew nothing of this. One day, though, Taleis's father decided that he needed a fix, and bad, so he attempted to rob the local bank. Several people were injured, and one woman was paralyzed from the waist down. When the police arrested Taleis's father, one of them remembered that he had a kid, so he and some others went to tell his child (Taleis) what had happened. When they arrived at the house, though, they were shocked. The house was in terrible condition, and empty beer bottles were littered all over the floor. They decided that Taleis's father was an unstable parent, and he shouldn't be able to see Taleis, even when he got out of jail.
Taleis's closest living relatives who were willing to take him in were his grandparents, who lived all the way in London, England. At first, adjusting was difficult. He had a funny accent and he didn't use the right words, but he was fully adjusted by the age of seven. Taleis actually had started to become popular, too, but that wasn't the case with his grandparents. Taleis and his grandparents hardly ever got along, which Taleis was pretty sure had something to do with a feud with his father that he had heard them mention, although they never would tell him anything about it. Taleis didn't have a problem with that, seeing as he wanted to spend as little time with them as possible, and the same went for his grandparents. They would say yes every time Taleis asked to go over to someone's house, and Taleis asked frequently enough. In fact, Taleis hardly ever had anyone over. Still, there was something odd about his behaviour that his grandparents noticed. He always seemed to be cynical of everyone, and never told anyone anything. While they didn't notice it, Taleis almost always lied to them; he never trusted his grandparents enough to tell them the truth. By age eight, Taleis and his grandparents had fallen into a routine of avoiding eachother as much as possible. In fact, Taleis hardly bothered to show up on time, and his grandparents hardly bothered to enforce it.
Taleis really started to turn into quite the socialite at this age. He was friends with nearly everyone, although he still tended to act cynical. He never really trusted anyone with his secrets, or anything at all, really. Still, he didn't let that get in his way. He tried to become friends with as many people as possible, although he found that it was difficult for him to not end up betraying their trust sometimes. As he turned ten, he found this habit harder and harder to break. In fact, he found that he didn't really want to stop, because it made him feel powerful. The thing that really sticks out, though, from when Taleis was ten is that he made his first (and only to date) true friend. When Taleis turned ten, he started to become independent, and he had always had a fondness of music, so he would often walk to the local CD store. One day while he was there, he noticed a boy whom he knew from school, Aidan. Normally he would have ignored him, but he noticed that Aidan was looking at the CD for a band called Panic! At the Disco. Now, Taleis had heard of them and listened to them, and he knew that they started out as a cover band of Blink 182. Not being able to resist, Taleis walked over, tapped the boy on the shoulder, and, once he had his attention, said, "They are such a ripoff of Blink 182." After that, they got into a huge debate over whether or not Blink 182 or Panic! At the Disco was better. Shockingly enough, Taleis ended up going over to Aidan's house, and they've been friends since. Age eleven followed in much of the same matter, with Taleis spending most of his time hanging out with Aidan and arguing over bands.
When Taleis turned twelve, he started getting interested in girls. While this was far earlier than the rest of the boys his age, Taleis didn't care one bit. Besides, plenty of girls thought that he was cute. So, naturally, Taleis took advantage of this. He would take girls out to the movies, to get ice cream, to the park, all sorts of stuff, yet everything always seemed to end up the same; Taleis backstabbing the girl, and the poor girl being left brokenhearted. Whether it was that he'd stand her up or go out with someone else, he never seemed to be able to date a girl for longer than three days. Shockingly enough, all of the girls didn't seem to get the message and continued to accept his invitations to go out for ice cream, but nothing ever changed. No matter how important the girl thought she was, or how much Taleis liked her, the girl would always end up with a broken heart, one way or another.
When Taleis turned fourteen, he seemed to have turned into a full time player. He was breaking girls' hearts left and right, yet they always seemed to come back for more. He still spent all of his free time discussing music or goofing off with Aidan and the guys, as he referred to his group. He called his group of friends Aidan and the guys because Aidan was really his only friend in the group. The guys were just there so Taleis wouldn't get bored, or if Aidan was busy. Just when it seemed that Taleis was spiraling out of control with the way he played girls' hearts, he met someone who was truly special names Kassidy. All of his friends could tell how hard he fell for Kassidy, and it was obvious that Kassidy felt the same. Many people even thought that he would finally have a long term relationship. This was not the case. Taleis had grown so used to breaking hearts that he ended up breaking Kassidy's. It took longer than most, of course, but it still happened. Taleis and Kassidy's relationship was actually Taleis's longest relationship with a girl, lasting two weeks. Now, poor Kassidy, she thought she was really special because of how long Taleis went out with her, but then he broke her heart. Kassidy ended up spiraling into a deep depression, until her family eventually moved away. A few months later, everyone found out that she had committed suicide. This had an awfully hard effect on Taleis, who started spending more and more time with Aidan to help himself get over it. While Aidan was angry with Taleis when he heard of what Taleis did to Kassidy, and he did slap Taleis, he was always there for him. Over this time period, Taleis found himself getting closer, and closer, and closer to Aidan. He wasn't sure when it was, but he realized that he had started to feel attracted to Aidan. Of course, he rejected the thought that he was happy immediately, although he did consider the fact that he might be bisexual for some time. Still, he found the idea all to frightening and always pushed it away, deciding that he was simply confused due to all the drama with Kassidy. On a completely random note, though, when Taleis and Aidan were fifteen, they got attacked by a monster. They ran straight to Aidan's house, and, despite Taleis's protests, they ended up telling Aidan's mom. Aidan's mom had been warned by Aidan's father that these things might happen, as well as given the address to camp in case they do. Knowing that then was the right time, she sent Taleis and Aidan off to camp after telling Taleis's grandparents.

Other Notes: Taleis' playby is Harry Styles, and the quote is from Love, Selfish Love by Patrick Stump.

Subject: Re: just last the year 11/16/2012, 11:09 pm

Barrfhion Calain Quinn

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if this is a test
i'm losing my shit.
would it kill you to care
as much as i did?

Full name: barrfhionn calain quinn
Nicknames: he goes by barr, because seriously, would you want to tell people your name was barrfhionn?
Age: barr is eighteen years of age.
Date of birth: barr was born on the fifth of december in 1994.
Years at Camp: barr has been at camp half blood for two years.

God parent: barr's godly parent is boreas, the god of the cold, north wind.
Mortal family:

mother

Place of birth: barr was born in dublin, ireland.
Pets: barr has no pets.
Biography: barr was born in dublin, ireland to a poor woman named biddy quinn. biddy was a caring mother who would do anything for her son. the only problem was their lack of money. biddy had to send barr to a nursery that was run by an elderly woman that lived in their neighbourhood. she did it for free, saying that "nothing delighted her more than the little ones." barr's mother was relieved when she found out it would be free, because she didn't have the money to pay for a nursery, but she also didn't have the money to take time off of work to take care of barr.
really, barr hated the old lady's house. she insisted on the children calling her nana. nana's house always smelled of cat (she had two) and cat food, and there was cat hair everywhere. barr soon grew a disliking of cats simply because of all of the cats in nana's house. she always burnt the biscuits and put too much cheese in the sandwiches and barr just didn't like her, really. nothing came as more of a relief when he started school.
barr didn't exactly like the kids at school, though. however, if there was one thing that he had learned from having to endure nana's, it was that acting can get you anywhere. barr was a social butterfly, basically. he could pretend he liked kids he didn't so he wouldn't have to sit alone at lunch, and sometimes he could get a biscuit out of it.
as barr got older, he kept up the charade. it made his mum happy to think her son had a lot of friends, and it meant he didn't get picked on by the bullies which would have happened seeing as he was so small, so barr was pretty happy about it, too. by the time he was seven, barr knew everyone and made it his business to get to know everyone. he didn't really have any close friends, instead opting to be surface friends with everyone. by the age of ten, barr was convinced he didn't even need close friends.
for some reason, though, everyone seemed to think that because they had known barr so long, that made him their best friend or something. people were telling him secrets and at first barr was confused, but he realized that it could be a good thing. and it wasn't like he was blackmailing people or anything, he just used their secrets to get people to do what he wanted them to do. well, maybe it was blackmail, but it was useful. and it could be kind of fun, too, when he was out with his friends and he could just sit down next to someone and whisper to them that if they kept doing something he'd just tell everyone and they'd tense up and go white. and nobody ever really learned, just kept telling him secrets.
his mother kept working at the factory and had taken on several new jobs in addition, and it was obvious she was overworking herself. so barr started using his knowledge to get money, accepting payment to either tell secrets or keep secrets. he'd slip the money into her purse or he'd use it to buy groceries, anything he could do to help her. and it wasn't like all of the kids needed the money, either. they could still live without it, and their parents didn't have to work at a factory as well as several jobs as a waitress at restaurants where old men pretended they couldn't read something so she would lean down and they could stare at her breasts. he thought of himself as robin hood. except using probably worse methods to get the money and he just kept it for himself (technically).
despite the fact that he blackmailed most people in his school in order to get money, he was on friendly terms with everyone. it was weird the way that things worked there, but that was just the way things were. probably because he just had this look to him where if he smiled at someone a certain way, they thought that there was no way someone that cute and innocent looking would ever blackmail someone.
but then, when he was fifteen, he actually let someone get close. it was a boy from his school named thomas, and, well, it wasn't like thomas had said it, really, but barr was positive the dude was gay. and he was totally good looking, and maybe barr had been getting sick of being alone so long, or maybe he just wanted to see what it was like actually letting someone get close, but he became friends with thomas. and it didn't exactly take so long to fall for him, not really. (which was entirely thomas' fault because he just had to be such a good f*cking person.) and barr had never been afraid to do anything, so one day he just kissed him because, well, why not? like, really, what's the worst that could happen?
well, it had turned out that thomas didn't exactly know he was gay. (well, that or he just couldn't accept it, because barr totally caught him making out with some other guy in the janitor's closet a month later and he totally did not cry afterwards.)
but then thomas did realize, and he went to barr. and at first he was almost kind of offended, but then he realized he should just seize the chance because, like, he didn't have to be alone, and he didn't want to be alone, not anymore. so like, they started dating. and barr’s mum new, of course he told her, because he knew she wouldn’t care or anything. it’s just the type of person she was. but then there was the issue of thomas’ parents, who were strongly homophobic. but like, young and in love, so who cares, right? so they told them.
well, it didn’t go to well. thomas was sent to one of those camps where people are taught how not to be gay or whatever. and apparently in had some huge effect on thomas, because he never spoke to barr again. he got back and barr would try to talk to him, but he just walked away. and that was fine, because barr didn’t need him or anyone at all because he was fine, just fine. it didn’t matter that thomas was his first everything, because barr didn’t need him and his stupidly pretty face.
and so barr decided that he didn’t need anyone again and went back to his previous ways, blackmailing for money and getting along with everyone but never getting close enough to get hurt.
but, well, he started to realize that he still wasn’t getting enough from his previous tactics. and maybe his decision wasn't the best, but, well, he didn't really have any other options. basically, he became the school sl*t. people would pay him and he'd sleep with them. and it wasn't like barr minded or anything. he liked sex, he was good at sex, so why not? and if he also got some money out of it, well, even better.
when barr was sixteen, he full on encountered his first monster. of course he'd seen them in passing before, but this was his first actual encounter with one. he just barely got away from it, somehow managing to confuse it enough to get away. it left a nasty cut on his shoulder, and he knew he'd need stitches. he also knew there was no way his mum could afford the hospital bill, so he stitched it back up himself with some fishing wire. he figured that it had just been some animal that got all messed up by radiation and didn't mention it.
but then he saw the same monster again, and again, and again, and he decided that there was no way it could be an animal. he eventually told his mum about it, and she scraped up just enough money to get barr a one way ticket to new york city. there was a taxi waiting for him at the terminal to take him to camp, and he's been there ever since.

Appearance: barr's a tiny kid. he's skinny and short, and his teeth are crooked because his mum couldn't afford for him to get braces. his skin is pretty pale, but his cheeks are often pink. he's got this innocent look to him, probably because of his fair skin, pink cheeks, blonde hair, and blue eyes.
Eye color: many people tend to notice barr's eyes, which are a piercing blue colour. people tend to think that he wears contact lenses because his eyes are so bright, but they're actually natural. while the colour tends to look sharp and piercing, his eyes typically look soft and kind. naturally, though, his eyes are harsh and a bit cold, and kind of distrusting.
Hair: barr has short blonde hair, although his hair is naturally brown. he's been dying it since he was ten, using what little money he could get together to dye it. sometimes he can't dye it for a while, causing his hair to have brown roots. when this happens he tends to style his hair into a quiff ~~this gif makes me wanna kms ugh~~ because he just thinks that looks better.
Height: barr stands at a total height of five feet and five inches, and yes, he does realize how pathetic that is, thanlk you very much.
Body type: barr's just kind of...small. he's really skinny and tends to just fold into himself, but he's got this huge presence to make up for it.
Distinct markings: barr has a two point five inch scar on his left shoulder from an encounter with a monster when he was sixteen.
Style: barr will wear whatever he can get his hands on, really. sometimes it's just a t-shirt and jeans, other times he looks fancier. it all depends on what he can afford. he typically dresses casually, but he can dress fancy if the occasion calls for it.

Fatal Flaw: he always overestimates himself. he'll say he's fine even if he's not, and then, when he realizes he really isn't okay, he tries to fix it himself. he refuses help and refuses to ask for help.
Flaws: he tends to lie so he can get to people's secrets. basically, he's a deceptive little shit who shouldn't be trusted. he also tends to distance himself from others, and he’s kind of prideful, too. like, prideful as in he doesn't really let other people help him because he thinks it makes him "less of a man" or something idk it's just how he works don't question it.
Personality: barr's the type of person who would be really bitter if he weren't so focused on living. he doesn’t trust people and he keeps everyone at a distance, but he’s loud and happy and reckless. he’s basically the type of person who seems to just get high off of life. sometimes he’ll appear to be staring sadly off into the distance, but the second he realizes what he’s doing, he’s suddenly back in action, doing all sorts of shit.

Weapon(s): barr has a standard issue bow and some arrows from the weapons shed, although he prefers not to fight.
Talents/Skills: barr is good at playing the guitar, and he's great at singing. he's good at lying, which probably isn't the best talent to have, but whatever. it means he's good at acting, which is cool. he also doesn't get cold as easily as other people, being the son of boreas.
Powers: none.

Other Notes: the playby is niall horan. this form was made previously, but then i was like “yeah no I don’t like that personality” and here we are yaaay.

if this is a test
i'm wasting my breath.
you're a stranger i know well
and not at all
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Subject: Re: just last the year 11/16/2012, 11:10 pm

it's not a homeless life for me...
Could I wake up next to you when we're hitting double figures?
Look into your eyes like I'm looking into double mirrors. Could you make it any clearer? Everything's such a blur. It's not my turn, it's hers to get hurt. On a late night coming home from way too many train rides. Lace not as red as my face, I'm home at the same time. Highbury estate's fine, Smoking like a dragon but don't chase lines. I haven't slept for the past week, Two hours ain't enough for me. I feel inspired at quarter to three am. I haven't changed since our last meet, I'm still getting all my meals for free. Think I'm being shunned by my feet again.

...it's just i'm home less than i'd like to be.

Full name: pail's full name is pailippa helen lusine ventilli.
Nicknames: seeing as her name is kind of ridiculous and long, she prefers to go by pail.
Age: seventeen.
Date of birth: pail was born on april twenty ninth, 1995.
Years at Camp: pail is a kind of on-off camper, but has technically been going to camp for roughly four years.

God parent: achelois, a minor moon goddess. "she who washes pain away".
Mortal family:
father: edward ventilli

step mother: rosalinda ventilli

Place of birth: pail was born in a small mountain town in north carolina.
Pets: when pail was little she had a couple of goldfish, but she had come home one day to find them all missing. upon further investigation, pail found them all dead in the backyard. the culprit was never found, but pail was positive she saw rosalina smiling evilly from the kitchen window as pail mourned the loss of her faithful goldfishes.
Biography:

Appearance:
Eye color:
Hair:
Height:
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Distinct markings:
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Fatal Flaw: pail's fatal flaw is that she refuses to let herself get attached to anything. the places she stays are fleeting, the relationships she keeps are not strong. she's constantly going from place to place, even camp.
Flaws:
Personality:

Weapon(s):
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Powers: pail's got minor healing powers, except they're not really healing as achelois is just "she who washes away pain", not "she who heals pain". pail can't actually heal anything, but she can make something not hurt as bad on herself and others.

with others, she has to be able to see the wound. so, anything internal, she can't fix. if the wound is poisoned or infected, she can't do anything about the pain, either; that's too difficult. she can numb the pain of anything from a paper cut to a cut about a third of an inch deep and half an inch wide. if there are numerous wounds, she can only focus on one severe wound or several not severe wounds.

with herself, pail can numb external as well as internal pain, such as small headaches or minor period cramps. it can't be anything really major, though, as she needs to be able to focus on it, and being in a lot of pain makes it too difficult for her to concentrate. for external wounds, it can be anywhere from a small paper cut to a cut that's about five millimeters deep and one centimeter wide.

if pail's attention is on anything else, even partially, it doesn't work. she needs to have her full, undivided attention on numbing the pain. so, if she's got multiple injuries, she can't do it on herself. same goes if the pain is too severe. if she's wounded, she can't do it on anyone else. it makes her rather tired, and pail can only manage it for a full 15 minutes before she'll black out. she typically doesn't last that long, as she's got to concentrate on other things, too. she has to wait about three hours before she can do it again if she does it for a full fifteen minutes, and even after the three hours it's not at it's best. pail can do this a total of eight times a day.

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Subject: Re: just last the year 11/16/2012, 11:11 pm

Name:
your name is vinyl record and, to be honest, you're not quite sure why. well, the record part is obvious; that was your mother's surname, and she never married, so now it's yours. but seriously, vinyl, like what the f*ck even? did your mother legally change her name or something just so she could make that joke?

well, you don't know why your name is vinyl record, but it is, and that's that. sure, you could change it, but you're not going to because you damn well like your name, thank you very much. it's not as strange as something like, oh, damaris or something (even though it used to be the hundredth most popular name in the u.s.a., you've still never met anyone named damaris). but vinyl isn't something that's common, and you like that. you like that your different. it makes you special.

your mother used to play old records around the house when you were young, and you think maybe that has something to do with it. but then again, who knows. you never thought to ask when you had the chance, so you'll just chalk it up to your mother really liking records or something.

sure, maybe for a bit you wanted to be an emily or a dorothy or maybe even citra (so maybe it's not normal, but it's still so cool). you used to want to be normal, just like every other girl in your class. and you tried, and maybe you did a good job, but the difference between all the girls in your class and you is that you were pretending and they were not.

you don't want to be normal now. you want to be extraordinary, you want to be mindblowing, all that sh!t. you're pretty sure it won't happen, but your name gives you a head start on it. and like, it wouldn't even be a stage name or anything. it'd be like bert mccracken from the used. or something like that, you don't know.

Nicknames:
you almost take offence at the thought that you would have a nickname. sure, when you were little you went by vin and vinny or whatever, but not now. no, now is not a time for nicknames. now is a time for showing people how brutal you are because your name is freaking vinyl record. people would kill for a name like that, dammit, and it's yours, so you sure as hell aren't going to hide behind stupid nicknames no matter what anyone says.

Gender:
you check down your shirt, just to be sure and yep, you've still got boobs. which would make you a girl. biologically, but also mentally. not that it would matter if you were mentally a dude, like, who even cares, right?

Date of Birth:
you were born on the first of december in nineteen ninety four (that's 1 dec. 1994 for those of you who are lazy). which kind of sucks, because everyone thinks of winter when they here december, but, technically, you were born in the fall. but instead of saying you were born in fall or winter or whatever, you just say that you weren't born in a season. you were born in between seasons as far as you're concerned. you were born just fire fell from the trees in the form of leaves, but before the snow came. you don't even need snow, anyways. it's just a hassle, that's all it is, just like christmas trees and thanksgiving turkeys. which is exactly why you are perfectly happy with your date of birth in it's not-a-season.

you weren't really born in a season, because the first of december is fall yet everyone thinks it's winter. and as much as you hate it, this works, because you're not really anything, either.

Summer or Year Rounder:
you've been staying at camp year round because you can't stand new york city or any of the foster families you've had. you'd rather die than go back, even though you don't particularly like camp. like, it's nice. you have a bed and food to eat and it's warm. there's no worrying about bills even though you're way too young to be doing that, which is like, great. but still, you're expected to interact with people, which is just. no. nope, stop right there. social interaction is not cool.

but then again, neither is living in an apartment that's not even worth sh!t with mice living in the walls and no electricity. like, half of the time you didn't even have running water, and getting food was ridiculously difficult and you're pretty sure the guy only let you rent the place because he thought you were hot. which was creepy, because we was at least forty, and while mr. d is kind of creepy, at least he doesn't seem to expect you to sleep with him, so that's something, right?

Years at Camp:
you've been at camp for about a year or so, you think. you aren't quite sure. it seemed like the past few months were more of a haze than anything. there was something that was...well, it wasn't the end of the world, but it did really suck and it stung like a b!tch, too. and you know breaking down is not the way you're supposed to deal with things, but it's what you did and yeah, sure, you're ashamed. of course you were ashamed of how you dealt with it. but it hurt and you didn't know how else to do it.

but, yeah, you've been here for a year. it's easier at camp, and you're pretty sure you'll stay here even after you're eighteen. like, food and shelter and clothes are provided for you and it's actually safe, there's no threat of monsters tracking you down and trying to kill you or whatever which is great. it's really great. plus the food is good (and free, too) and you don't have to work any sh!t jobs and get a fake id. you don't have to live off of cheap beer like you used to because it's actually somewhat filling. there's no demented ice cream truck jingle at three in the morning on the dot every single day (even though you're pretty sure that it doesn't sell ice cream).

you've stayed at camp for a year because it's easy. it's easy and it's better than home and even though you hate almost everyone here you think you're going to stay as a mentor once you turn nineteen. your not sure what you'd do; maybe you'd help teach sword fighting, be the hard teacher at it.

Mortal Parent:
your mortal parent is a woman named daliah record. and daliah was a pretty woman, albeit a very tired one. you'd never expect a child like you to come from a woman who worked so hard yet enjoyed every last bit of life. it made sense when you were younger; you understood why this woman was your mother and where your similarities lay.

you can't really remember her all that well, but you do remember that she was kind and too young to be a mother and too sad for someone so young. but she tried hard at everything, at being happy and keeping the irs off her a** and keeping food on the table.

your mother was kind and you don't know how she could have given birth to someone like you, but you like to think that mak=ybe you have some of that niceness in you, somewhere. you like to believe that maybe you could be the person who would try and try and try until you finally succeeded.

your mother was kind and you don't understand why she left you when you were only ten years old, but she did. you don't know her reasoning, you're not sure if you'd have the patience to ask her why if you'd ever met her. you'd probably punch her in the face, and she'd probably forgive you in a second and sit you down with a cup of ice cream and explain why it was rude, using her, 'i'm-not-mad-at-you-but-you-should-be-sorry' voice, which was far worse than her 'i'm-so-mad-at-you-i-could-punch-the-wall' voice.

your mother was kind, but she still left, and for that you can never forgive her. you woke up in the middle of the night because you heard her bustling around in the kitchen. when you asked why she was up she said that she couldn't sleep, and you didn't mention her bags by the door.

your mother left and you realized she wasn't so kind. you were only ten and all she left was a stack of fifty dollar bills, a can of pepper spray, and a note that read, "don't tell anyone." you don't know what you weren't meant to tell, so you didn't tell anyone anything except for that you woke up and she was gone. she thrust you out into the world and made you hard, made you cold.

you thought your mother was kind, but she still left and for that you must never forgive her.

God Parent:
your god parent is hypnos and he left you nothing. he didn't tell your mother about camp because she would have sent you there if she knew. he didn't leave you any weapons, nothing to protect yourself. he's more like you than you are like your mother, but that's not something you think about.

you're more like hypnos than you are your mother because the first you went to olympus he simply gave you a once over before telling you that you were a mistake. he didn't give you a gift at christmas when everyone else got one, all of the other campers and even his kids. he didn't give you any powers and he didn't give you any gifts and for the longest time you have to fight off monsters with your fists and your wit.

you're more like hypnos that you are your mother and that should make you sad, but it doesn't.

Place of Birth/Hometown:
you can't remember the name of your hometown but you know it was somewhere in georgia. nowhere, georgia, that's what you call it. it was one of those nowhere towns. it was small, where the houses were close to the stores and the stores were close to the school and the school was close to the stores, too. everyone went to the same school; it was impossible to not know someone.

you can't remember the name of your hometown but you remember the sad little park you used to play at; there were always millions of kids playing, but they always stayed away from you as if they knew how you'd turn out. you don't like to think that, though, so you tell yourself it was because your clothes were always two sizes too big and you had to use big belts to hold them up, which was probably their reason for doing it, too.

you can't remember the name of your hometown but you can remember the old lady who lived across the street. she came over to have tea with your mother on sundays, even though the table was small and crammed into the kitchen. the teacups were chipped and the buscuits stale, and the tea tasted just like water (you know this because you'd always sneak a sip and a bite when your mother walked the old lady to the door).

you can't remember the name of your hometown but you can remember how easy it was to leave, and that in itself must have meant something.

Last Residence:
the last place you lived was a small apartment in new york city. it was suffocating and there were rats in the walls and the locks were easy to pick, but it was a place to live and that was enough. you hadn't been asking for much, really; just a roof and four walls. it wasn't a place you saw yourself living in when you were young, but that didn't matter. you weren't asking for somewhere homey when you bought it, you just wanted a place to live.

the last place you lived was a suffocating apartment in new york city with rats in the walls and easy to pick locks. it was inhabited by sketchy people, but you fit in just fine. you didn't have any friends outside of work, but they were mostly acquaintances. it was lonely, but it was safe, as safe as new york city could get, anyways.

the last place you lived was an apartment in new york city that you're nearly positive was killing you slowly, but you were okay with that.

Race/ethnicity:
you're american, but it's not a fact you're proud of. you're not really proud to be a human, honestly, but nobody ever even asked you in the first place. which isn't fair, you feel as if you should have been able to choose your species if not your parents. you just wished you had some say in things, in how you turned out and how they will. but you don't, and you won't, and life goes on as usual.

Accent:
you've got a bit of everywhere in your accent, but your southern accent shows the most. you're surprised it's still there, even after all this time. you don't sound too southern, you don't think, there's just this southern twang that shows up in some of your words, like lord and god, and you still say words like "y'all" and "ain't" and you leave off the g's in words ending in ing.

you've got a bit of everywhere in your accent, but you still sound like a good little southern girl. you hate it, but you've made your amends with that. you're not the type of person to put on a fake accent or force their voice to change, because you promised yourself that you would never be fake. you're you you're you you're you, and that's that.

you're accent holds some of all the places you've been, but it still holds true to your southern home and that's something you can't change.

Pet(s):
you don't have any pets, shouldn't be trusted with animals. it's a fact you know and a fact those around you should know, because you spectacularly mess up everything else in your life, so why would animals be any different?

honestly, you shudder to think what would happen if you had a pet. it would end up dead, and in some horrible, cruel way. jumped out the window and run over by a bus without you noticing, probably. splat on the pavement and thump under the bus and it's poor soul gone up to heaven. but the woman down the hall (or was it above yours?) always said that animals couldn't go to heaven, so maybe not.

no, you don't, won't, can't have a pet, for it would end up dead and be all your fault.

Role-playing Example:

Life Before CHB:
the man who lived down the hall always stared at you longer than comfortable, and you're pretty sure he watched you through the peep-hole in his door. the woman who lived in the room above yours would always scream at exactly 3:09 in the morning, and no one knows why. the man who lives on floor three is an enthusiastic butcher

Appearance:
you're not quite sure how to describe yourself, but if there's one thing you know it's that you aren't beautiful. you've got bruises under your eyes from one too many nights up, and your cheeks cave in. your ribs stick out and your limbs are skinny and there's something missing from your eyes, and you've heard it to be light. your eyes lack light and luster and many people say you look to be hopeless, and hard, and sometimes even soulless from that fortune teller who tried to pull you aside when you were ambling through a fair.

you're not something people like to look at, and it's a fact you know. your clothes are old, almost threadbare, and there's just something about you that screams not normal stay away don't look don't let her see you staring move along hurry on your way. that's the way it's always been and that's the way it'll always be, you're pretty sure.

there's nothing cute or girly or pleasing about your appearance, nothing you can see. you wear thick eyeliner and don't take it off. you haven't got freckles or dimples or anything nice about you, and it's something you've always had to deal with and it's something you've come to accept. you aren't extraordinary, but you aren't ordinary, either.

Skin Tone:
you're skin is pale from living in the city so long and not spending too much time outdoors. you've never been able to tan, you just burn, turning red as a tomato, so you always cover yourself in sunscreen before you go outside. and your skin bruises spectacularly, not going away for weeks, sometimes even months. and the bruises are fine, make people stay away.

but sometimes they worry instead of stay away, they try and get involved and ask questions and try to "help", thinking you're some poor girl who's been abused my her boyfriend or something of the sort. and the sentiment is kind, truly; you might be able to appreciate it, even. but when they call up the cops and they start to look into you, well, you can't find it in you to be grateful that people care, because what's the point in that if it's just going to ruin everything?

Eye Color:
you're eyes are blue, a bright, vibrant blue that you hate, because it makes you look approachable. brown eyes would have been preferable; they don't typically look so bright and shining, but of course that's what you got stuck with.

there was a time when the colour suited you, but you haven't been that person for many years. that was back when you were vinyl record the child, excitable and joyful and happy. but you're not happy anymore, and you hate your blue eyes and everything they stand for.

Hair Color:
your hair is a dull brown, always tangled and dirty looking. you used to put effort into making it look nice, but you've given up now. there's no point in working with something that refuses to be worked with, so why put the effort into something that won't work?

besides, you don't have anyone to impress. you don't have anyone you want to impress. if you wanted to impress people then you'd be a performer, but you don't. it's your hair, who cares what you do with it, right?

Hair Length:
your hair used to be cut short, right around your ears, because at least then you could manage it. it wasn't so hard to keep it looking presentable. but for some reason you've let it grow out to your shoulders, let it get to a point where you can barely manage it. which helps with the whole image of making people leave you alone, because why would they want to talk to someone when they looked like they didn't even bother with brushing your hair this morning?

Height:
you're about as tall as any other woman in the united states, about five feet and six inches tall. it's possible the only normal thing about out, and you're not sure how you feel about that. your height has always been average, average, average, while the rest of you is just strange. you can deal with normality, most of the time, but it can be irritating when your whole life you've been marked as different and then there's this one thing that's just normal.

Weight:
you don't weigh much, only about 100 or 110 pounds. it leaves you looking hollow and thin and empty. you're kind of lanky, bones sticking out and cheeks hollow. it's unhealthy and you know it, can tell from the disapproving looks you get from the children asclepius as you walk by. and you've been trying to put more weight on, trying to eat healthy meals at the mess hall and have a well balanced diet, but you're just not hungry, just want to take a few small bites of your food and go. it's been over a year and you're still like this, don't know how to get out of the habit of eating a small amount.

you're used to eating so little because everything cost so much, and you didn't exactly have money to get the biggest or healthiest meals. and it's not like you have to pay for housing and food at camp, but sometimes you still feel as if you do, because you can't get out of the habit of getting as little as possible. you suppose there's something wrong with you, but, well, that's not exactly news, is it?

Body Type:
you're skinny, bones sticking out at awkward and uncomfortable angles. your hips jut out and your collarbones are prominent and you elbows are bony. your ribs are visible and there have been skinny blonde girls in the city who give you dirty looks, as if to say, how dare you be skinnier than me. it's hard to sleep because if you lie on your stomach, it hurts, but if you lie on your side, there's this pressure on your hips, and you've never liked sleeping on your back.

Weapon:
you've got a knife with a six inch long blade, double bladed and made of celestial bronze. you suppose a sword would be easier to use, but your knife has served you well. you know how to use it and it's just familiar, so you stick with it. it's easier than trying to switch to a sword, and you don't fancy the idea of searching for a sword that's balanced for you.

you keep a can of pepper spray in your pocket, too, just to be safe. you'd rather not be unprepared if you face an idiot or a creep in the mortal world. you don't have to use it much, because you've been facing monsters lately, not mortals, but you figure it's better to be safe than sorry.

Armor:
you don't wear armor. it just adds unnecessary bulk, and you like to travel light. of course, if you're in a situation where you need to wear armor, you'll wear it. but you haven't got your own, just use the armor that camp provides for things like capture the flag or other games. (you only participate to improve your skills, don't care about the game)

besides, it's not as if you're going to have armor on you all the time in the real world. you won't have a bulletproof vest on or protection other than your clothes out in the mortal world, so you feel it's best to learn to protect yourself without it.

Powers:
you haven't got any powers, and for this reason you don't feel you like you owe him anything. he never gave you anything, so you won't give him anything. hypnos is your father and you'll allow him to take that title, but you don't owe him anything past that.

Skills/Talents:
you've got many talents, but only a few of them are actually things that could be useful in a career. well, not really; you can play the guitar, kind of, but it's mostly just messing around. you never formally learned, just played a few melodies from books you found and tried to play songs by ear. it's not as if you'd actually want to be a musician, it's not something you could ever do. you sing like a dying horse and you wouldn't be able to get along with someone long enough to make a career.

and, well, that ends the list of things you can do that could have any value in the mortal world. you can lie, pretend you're okay when you're not, which don't quite qualify as acting, but it's the best you can do. you're not one for productions or getting up on a stage in front of people, so you could never be an actress. but you can pretend, that's for sure, and lying is almost second nature to you. you used to never lie, but, well, it became something as necessary as breathing for your survival. you can come up with a lie in a split second and tell it easily through your teeth without leaving a single hint that you're lying.

you can keep things in the shadows from those who are closest, which, well, that's basically no one. nobody would ever be close enough to you that they'd find out about you, about your mother and the things that truly matter to you. no, you wouldn't let anyone get that close, because if they were that close to you, then you could get hurt. and, well, that's the point in all of it, isn't it? everything you've done was so you wouldn't get hurt, so you could help keep yourself intact.

you're like a closed book, a complete enigma. you've mastered the art of keeping your face clear of emotions, keeping a straight face. it's become so natural that it's how you look all the time, your face masked in an arrogant smug that just screams 'i'm better than you' and 'i know something you don't' and 'you'll never be as clever as me' because that's better than letting people see when you're hurt and happy and whenever you feel anything other than your 'better than thou' attitude.

possibly the best of your talents is disappearing, leaving without a trace. it's something you've got down to a science now, you could probably do it in your sleep you've done it so many times. it's like breathing, something you just consciously do before you leave anywhere. you set everything back the way it was, everything in the correct spot and everything you brought with you, then thrown away a few blocks away, if it can be thrown away. it's simple, it's part of life, it's just what you do.

Strengths:

Weaknesses:

Flaws:

addict - ❝One who is addicted to a compulsive activity. Examples: gambling, drugs, sex.❞
callous - ❝They are hardened to emotions, rarely showing any form of it in expression. Unfeeling. Cold.❞

Likes:

Dislikes:

Fears:

Quirks:

Personality:

Social Status:
you're not popular, never really have been and never will be. and that's fine, you don't need friends. you don't need anyone, really, you've managed without people before and you'll continue to do so.

face claim:
kristen stewart

Notes:
am i even allowed to use second person lol who knows.
ps i apologize for all the poetic shit i couldn't help myself.

Subject: Re: just last the year 11/16/2012, 11:11 pm

Kassidy Indigo

Hey, that sounds like my luck,
I get the short end of it.
Oh I love to be,
I love to be the underdog.
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Full name: Kassidy Eloise Indigo
Nicknames: Taleis used to call her Kass, but she hasn't seen Taleis in years. Some of her friends also call her Sid, which is a nickname Kassidy's been taking on more and more.
Age: Kassidy is eighteen years of age.
Date of birth: Kassidy was born on July fifth, 1994
Years at Camp: Kassidy is a brand new camper

God parent: Kassidy's mother is Asteria, the titan of nocturnal oracles and falling stars.
Mortal family:

Father

Edward Indigo - Kassidy's father had always been in the Navy, and this had always been a problem when it comes to finding a steady girlfriend. They always say, "Oh, this guy could die because he's in the Navy, so I'll sleep with him." The conversation explaining why they didn't want to date him always went like, "Well, you could die..." He constantly moved around, living somewhere no longer than three years. While he was in Orlando, he met a girl named Asteria. She ended up getting pregnant with Kassidy. After Kassidy was born, Edward decided it was time to find someone who could take care of Kassidy full-time. Just as he was giving up, he met Carly.

Step-mother

Carly Indigo - Kassidy's step mother was a kind woman named Carly. When Carly met Edward, she already had a one year old daughter named Tracy. Kassidy had always been close to both of her parents, but she had this special bond with Carly, despite the fact that Carly was her step-mom. Kassidy always came to her mom with her problems before she went to anyone else.

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Tracy Indigo - Kassidy has a younger sister named Tracy, and while Kassidy and Tracy aren't all that close, they still get along better than most siblings do. They're not like totally buddy-buddy, seeing as Tracy is five years younger than Kassidy, but they get along well enough.

Place of birth: Kassidy was born in Orlando, Florida.
Pets: Kassidy has no pets.
Biography: Kassidy grew up as what would be refered to as a Navy Brat. Because her dad worked in the Navy, she had to move around a lot. Not multiple times per year, but more like she'd move every two to four years. Kassidy had spent the first two years of her life in Orlando, Florida. At this time, it was just Kassidy and her dad. Kassidy's dad had been looking for a girlfriend for some time, although the girls never seemed to be all that interested in staying around. It was something about the fact that her father already had a child, and they seemed to think that he might end up going back to Kassidy's mother (even though he had no idea where to even find her).
When Kassidy was three, they ended up moving to Santa Monica, where they lived until she was five. This time was uneventful and consisted of much of the same things as Orlando; Kassidy's dad asking girls out, and them not coming back for a second date once they found out he had a daughter. Eventually, there was a robery near where they lived, and they were moved to Wilmington for safety purposes.
In Wilmington, Kassidy's father met Carly. She was the first girl to stick around, which made sense, seeing as she had a one year old daughter herself. After Carly had dated Kassidy's dad for nine months, she moved in with them. When they had dated for fourteen months, Kassidy's dad proposed to Carly. Kassidy was seven and a half at the time, and she can't remember feeling anything but excitement. She liked Carly, and she though Tracy was cute with her tiny fingers and her little nose.
They had their wedding on the beach, and Kassidy can remember her grandparents whispering about them rushing theirn marriage and not waiting long enough, which confused Kassidy. Her daddy and Carly obviously loved each other. Wasn't that enough?
When Kassidy was nine. they finally moved from Wilmington to...somewhere. Kassidy had stopped keeping track of where they moved. She was starting to get to the age where she was more annoyed than anything when they had to move, because she had to leave her friends behind. Still, this was around the time that Kassidy had started learning about email, so she and her friends kept in contact that way.
Really, there was nothing all that noticeable in life until Kassidy's dad had finished his time in the Navy. She was thirteen by then, and both her dad and Carly agreed it was time for something different and decided to move to London. Kassidy felt like she might actually be able to make a lasting impression there, which is what she did.
While she was somewhat naive and didn't know much about England, Kassidy's social skills blossomed. She quickly became one of the most popular girls at her school, and even caught the eye of one of the most popular boys in her class. Still, she had heard he was trouble and stayed away from him, as tempting as it was.
But when Kassidy was fifteen, well, she couldn't say she wasn't curious. The boy, Taleis, was fourteen at the time, but he was still the most popular boy, and Kassidy was the most popular girl, and didn't the most popular girl and boy date?
It turned out that Taleis was more of a gentleman than she had thought. Of course she saw the damage of his dates at school, but he was nothing like that once they started dating. He always showed up to their dates, on time, and sometimes even early. He'd invite her to sit with him, and he'd even sit with her. They held hands in the hallways and were late to class because Taleis wouldn't want to leave her, or Kassidy would want to leave Taleis. Everyone had been prepared to dub them the school's cutest couple, but then...well, then it turned out Taleis was worse than Kassidy had ever thought he could be. He ended up breaking her heart is as far as Kassidy will say, which caused Kassidy to withdraw from everyone.
She started hiding away inside herself. Her parents tried to get her to talk to a therapist, and her teachers sent her to the guidance counselor, and her friends cast her aside. Which was fne by Kassidy, because she wasn't in a state to talk abou frivolousthings such as which boy was more hot, and who was dating who, and all of their petty drama, really.
Eventually, Kassidy's parents got so worried that they decided what she needed was a fresh start. So they packed up their stuff and moved to New York City.
And really, a fresh start was exactly what Kassidy needed. She made a few friends, although it took her a while to really open up to them. Eventually, she told them everything - about not knowing her real mom and being a Navy brat and her dad meeting Carly and moving to London and dating Taleis and Taleis breaking her heart and just everything, really. And they listened and helped her move on.
Kassidy's grades started improving and so did her attitude and just everything, really.
But, of course, just as everything was going good, it got worse.
It started small; shadows out of the corner of her eyes, feeling people following her, watching her.
Finally, one day, a monster attacked. As it turned out, one of Kassidy's friends from school was a satyr. He defended her as best he could against the monster before taking her to camp.

Appearance: Kassidy has a round face, with naturally pink cheeks. Her skin isn't ridiculously tan, but it's not pale, either. It's this happy medium between pale and tan and it just looks pretty and natural. Her eyes are kind of narrow, but she tends to put on some black eyeliner to make them look bigger. Not because she doesn't like the way she looks, she just thinks her appearance can be...improved, she guesses. She has a button nose, which Kassidy thinks looks kind of weird and out-of-place, if she's to be honest. Her arems and just kind of regular. They aren't ridiculously skinny, and probably could be a bit thinner, but Kassidy's happy with them the way they are. She feels the same with her legs, although she does have knock-knees (or awkward knees, whatever you prefer). It's not all that noticeable, but it's there.
Eye color: Kassidy has borwn eyes, and for her, the saying about your eyes being windows to your soul are true. Instead of wearing her heart on her sleeve, Kassidy wears her heart in her eyes. Her emotions are on display for all to see.
Hair: Kassidy has long, blonde hair that has a massive frizz-problem. When she was popular in England, she did try to straighten/tame it, but once she lost her status as school-royalty, she stopped bothering. There were some days then when she left her hair frizzy, and she eventually started doing that more often than not, because she practically took a shower on the way to school.
Height: Kassidy is fairly short, standing at a full height of five feet and four inches. Kassidy would put more of an effort into looking taller (shoes and pants matching in colour, high heels, and any other trick ton make yourself appear taller you can think of), but she really doesn't see the point.
Body type: Kassidy is fairly skinny, but not skinny-like-a-skeleton. Kassidy has curves, and she's very proud of her curves, thank you very much.
Distinct markings: Kassidy has five small birth marks that are mistaken for freckles by those who see them on the back of her neck. Depending on the way you look at them, they could either for a circle, pentagon, or a star. Kasdy prefers the star explanation.
Style: Kassidy has a kind of quirky style, something somewhat hispter-ish. She'll wear lacy blouces and modest skirts, or oversized t-shirts and ratty jeans with converse. It all kind of depends on the situation. Someties she'll dress as any regular girl would, but just more modest, while other times, she dresses more laid back and down to earth. One of her main rules is that the only thing she'll ever wear on her hair is a simple black beanie. She refuses to tame her hair with clips or hair spray. Sometimes she'll stuff it into a ponytail (very rarely does it even cooperate enough), but the majority of the time she just leaves it out in all of it's frizzy glory.

Fatal Flaw: Kassidy's fatal flaw is that she's far too honest. It doesn't take a lot of prying to get stuff out of Kassidy.
Flaws: Kassidy is ridiculously paranoid when it comes to the sound of people chewing. It drives her absolutely crazy. She also tends to chew on things, such as pens, pencils, fingers, fingernails, and pretty much whatever she has on hand. She almost always has a pack of gum on her, because she'd much rather not have bloody fingers, thank you very much.
Quirks: Kassidy holds a fork/spoon/knife in her right hand, although she's left handed. She literally cannot hold a fork in her left hand, but the only hand she's ever written with is her left hand.
Personality: Kassidey is a generally kind person, although she can be so, ridiculously stubborn when she wants to be. If she has a veiw on something, it's just barely short of impossible to get her to change her mind on it. So when she's mad at someone, she stays mad at them for a very, very long time. It's not that she holds grudges exactly, she just doesn't want to forgive them. She may stop being angry at them, but that doesn't mean she'll act any less angry. It's just a pride thing. 99% of the time, Kassidy will walk up to anyone and strike up a conversaqtion. She's just a nice and generally happy person. She'll include anyone, stand up for anyone, etc.

Weapon(s): Kassidy has a typical, standard issue sword. About two and a half feet long, celestail bronze, and double bladed.
Talents/Skills: Kassidy's really good at taking pictures, and she's also an excellent storyteller.
Powers: Kassidy has no powers.

Other Notes: The face claim is Linnea Jonsson, and the quote is from Underdog by Inmagine Dragons. And yes, this is my character Taleis' ex girlfriend Kassidy who supposedly killed hersef. The spelling may not be that great for this form, the computer I used didn't have spell check. It also may seem a bit rushed, seeing as the form only took one day to make, as opposed to my usual month or so >.<

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Look into your eyes like I'm looking into double mirrors. Could you make it any clearer? Everything's such a blur. It's not my turn, it's hers to get hurt. On a late night coming home from way too many train rides. Lace not as red as my face, I'm home at the same time. Highbury estate's fine, Smoking like a dragon but don't chase lines. I haven't slept for the past week, Two hours ain't enough for me. I feel inspired at quarter to three am. I haven't changed since our last meet, I'm still getting all my meals for free. Think I'm being shunned by my feet again.<div style="width: 330px; height: 30px; background-color: #FF91A1; text-align: right; text-shadow: 3px 0px 3px; font-family: 'qwigley', cursive; font-size: 30px; text-transform: lowercase; border-right: 6px solid #FF91A1;">

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"it's not that i don't feel the pain, it's that i'm not afraid of hurting anymore."

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