Camp Jupiter
Would you like to react to this message? Create an account in a few clicks or log in to continue.

Camp Jupiter

The Camp for Roman demigods
 
HomeLatest imagesSearchRegisterLog in
Welcome to Camp Jupiter!
Camp Jupiter is the sister site of Camp Half-Blood
Please read the rules and updates before making your characters or posting, due to improvements in the site. Thank you!

 

 waking up to ash and dust

Go down 
3 posters
AuthorMessage
faith lehane
Probatio
faith lehane


Posts : 16
Join date : 2012-06-09
Age : 25

waking up to ash and dust Empty
PostSubject: waking up to ash and dust   waking up to ash and dust I_icon_minitimeWed Oct 16, 2013 8:09 am

this is an introduction
Back to top Go down
faith lehane
Probatio
faith lehane


Posts : 16
Join date : 2012-06-09
Age : 25

waking up to ash and dust Empty
PostSubject: Re: waking up to ash and dust   waking up to ash and dust I_icon_minitimeWed Oct 16, 2013 8:53 am


Insert Her Name Here


waking up to ash and dust Tumblr_lrmk15tWUg1qcpi0mo1_500

i'm walking up to ash and dust

Name:
Name Meaning:
Nicknames:
Age: 16
Date of Birth: 7th of June
Gender: Female
Alignment: Good

i wipe my brow and sweat my rust

Godly Parent: Bellona, Goddess of War and Battle
Claimed: Of course.
Years at Camp: Four.
Rank: Legionary  
Explanation of Higher Rank: Older than fourteen, been here over a year.
Cohort: N/A

i'm breaking in, shaping up, checking out of the prison bus

Mortal Family:
Hometown: Windsor, Canada. (Born in Bulgaria)
Brief History:


this is it, the apocalypse

Physical Appearance:
Face Claim: Nina Dobrev


i'm waking up, i feel it in my bones

Personality:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Fatal Flaw:


enough to make my systems blow

Pets: None.
Talents:
Weapons:
Year Round or Summer Camper?: Year Round


welcome to the new age, to the new age

Color: MediumSeaGreen
Theme Song: Radioactive - Imagine Dragons
Persona: The Protector
Other: Nothing as of yet hehe


Last edited by Faith Lehane on Fri Oct 25, 2013 12:27 pm; edited 4 times in total
Back to top Go down
faith lehane
Probatio
faith lehane


Posts : 16
Join date : 2012-06-09
Age : 25

waking up to ash and dust Empty
PostSubject: Re: waking up to ash and dust   waking up to ash and dust I_icon_minitimeThu Oct 17, 2013 4:28 pm


Insert Her Name Here


waking up to ash and dust Tumblr_m7nhusah4b1r4v34qo2_250waking up to ash and dust Tumblr_m7nhusah4b1r4v34qo3_250

it's time to build from the bottom of the pit

Name:
Name Meaning: Overflowing Anger
Nicknames:
Age: 16
Date of Birth: 27th of September
Gender: Female
Alignment: Neutral

the path to heaven runs through miles of clouded hell

Godly Parent: Pluto, Lord of the Dead, Ruler of the Underworld and God of the Hidden Wealth of the World
Claimed: Definitely.
Years at Camp: Almost two.
Rank: Legionary  
Explanation of Higher Rank: Older than fourteen, been here over a year.
Cohort: N/A hehe

i don't ever want to let you down

Mortal Family:
Hometown: Falls Church, Virginia
Brief History:

it's time to begin isn't it?

Physical Appearance:
Face Claim: Crystal Reed

this road never looked so lonely

Personality:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Fatal Flaw:

this house doesn't burn down slowly

Pets: Snort none. She wouldn't be able to care for one, to be perfectly honest.
Talents:
Weapons:
Year Round or Summer Camper?: Year Round

i'm never changing who i am

Color: LightSteelBlue
Theme Song: It's Time - Imagine Dragons
Persona: The Scientist
Other: Nothing as of yet hehe
Back to top Go down
faith lehane
Probatio
faith lehane


Posts : 16
Join date : 2012-06-09
Age : 25

waking up to ash and dust Empty
PostSubject: Re: waking up to ash and dust   waking up to ash and dust I_icon_minitimeFri Oct 18, 2013 1:22 pm

waking up to ash and dust Tumblr_mkojh5vYyD1qdncawo1_250waking up to ash and dust Tumblr_mkojh5vYyD1qdncawo2_250waking up to ash and dust Tumblr_mkojh5vYyD1qdncawo3_250
waking up to ash and dust Tumblr_mkojh5vYyD1qdncawo7_250waking up to ash and dust Tumblr_mkojh5vYyD1qdncawo8_250waking up to ash and dust Tumblr_mkojh5vYyD1qdncawo9_250

reserved


Last edited by Faith Lehane on Fri Oct 25, 2013 12:25 pm; edited 3 times in total
Back to top Go down
faith lehane
Probatio
faith lehane


Posts : 16
Join date : 2012-06-09
Age : 25

waking up to ash and dust Empty
PostSubject: Re: waking up to ash and dust   waking up to ash and dust I_icon_minitimeFri Oct 18, 2013 1:45 pm

waking up to ash and dust Tumblr_mhjoi3xTro1qdksdzo2_250 waking up to ash and dust Tumblr_mhjoi3xTro1qdksdzo1_250
waking up to ash and dust Tumblr_mhjoi3xTro1qdksdzo3_250 waking up to ash and dust Tumblr_mhjoi3xTro1qdksdzo4_250

reserved obvs
Back to top Go down
faith lehane
Probatio
faith lehane


Posts : 16
Join date : 2012-06-09
Age : 25

waking up to ash and dust Empty
PostSubject: Re: waking up to ash and dust   waking up to ash and dust I_icon_minitimeSat Oct 19, 2013 12:11 pm

waking up to ash and dust Tumblr_mgpkczgeZm1rp4duqo4_250 waking up to ash and dust Tumblr_mgpkczgeZm1rp4duqo6_250

reserved
Back to top Go down
faith lehane
Probatio
faith lehane


Posts : 16
Join date : 2012-06-09
Age : 25

waking up to ash and dust Empty
PostSubject: Re: waking up to ash and dust   waking up to ash and dust I_icon_minitimeTue Jan 21, 2014 5:10 pm


Ebony Knight


well this is not your fault

Name: Ebony Knight
Name Meaning: The meaning of Ebony is black.
Nicknames: Short Stuff, Hobbit, Elf, Bonnie, Bon, etc.
Age: 16
Date of Birth: Ebony actually... doesn't remember her birthday. Her real birthday was never revealed, as her birth cert was never handed to her adopted father and mother. And, after everything, and after she moved into a new home, it didn't really change. She'd celebrated her birthday on the 6th of September for as long as she can remember, since that's the day she arrived at her new, permanent home.
Gender: She is obviously male. Lmfao.
Alignment: Good

but if i'm without you then i will feel so small

Godly Parent: Mars, God of War
Claimed: Ever since she took part in her first war game. Needless to say, a lot of people were shocked.
Years at Camp: Two years. Which puts her in a good enough position, don't ya think? She knows all about camp, all the rules and stuff, but still has enough memory of living in the mortal world that she hasn't become Campized.
Rank: Legionary  
Explanation of Higher Rank: Older than fourteen, been here over a year.
Cohort: N/A

and if you have to go

Mortal Family: In truth, Ebony doesn't know her real mothers name. And, since they never played a large role in her life, she hasn't counted Elizabeth and Samson Bennett as her family for a long time. She has also never counted Spencer Knight as any sort of family member, however, Nora Knight can be considered her mother for all intensive purposes. Another family member who she has all but forgotten about since their separation is her non-identical twin sister, Ivory.
Hometown: New York, USA, but lived in Boston.
Brief History: Ebony Knight's history is rather strange, even for a Demigod. I don't say this just because of the events which happened before her arrival at Camp Half-Blood. I say it for many reasons, but one of the ones right up there at the top? This girl has had three surnames before she turned ten years old.
I supposed I should start at the beginning, really. That's always the best place to start a story. If you start in the middle, people often miss the lead up to the climax. If you begin at the end, then the story might as well not have been told. And this story is one which deserves to be told.
Clarissa Hallow had been born privileged. Her father was a rich lawyer in the heart of New York City, and her mother was a woman known for her voice. The two had met at the restaurant one night, and well... seven years later, Clarissa was born. But, don't think for a second any of them ever let money or power go to their heads. The Hallow's were down to earth people who just so happened to live a life different to others.
For the majority of her childhood, Clarissa lived with her mother and father in a penthouse near Central Park. This provided her with countless hours of enjoyment- whenever she was bored, she would simply hop over to the Park and find something to do. Not that she was bored often. From the earliest of ages, her mother taught her to sing, to control her voice and use it to convey emotions. Not only that, but she was given lessons in both piano and saxophone. This was never odd for her. Other children went to ballet lessons, she stayed in her home and was taught by her mother and her mothers friends.
When she finally reached high school, she was the trophy girl of her year. High grades, amazing at singing and music, and a talent for sports to boot. She was too good to be true. Everyone wanted to have her on their arm going to dances- but she never went. See, no one is ever perfect. Clarissa's problem was she identified more with music and academics then people. She was happier alone with books or the piano, than she was socializing and making friends. It left her alone, with only a handful of friends, and even at that she wouldn't have called them so.
She graduated high school with fantastic grades of course. But it left her with no chance of finding friends, finding a life other than her music. She was so focused on her future as a musician though, it hardly mattered.
Now, I won't bore you with the facts or the years in between. But eventually, Clarissa Hallow turned 20. And that was when her life finally took a dive from perfection.
She was fast becoming known. Her CD's were selling in shops, and she'd been signed to a record label who had other aspiring musicians releasing music under their name. She was happy, in one sense of the word. But she was lonely. Music could only bring you so far. After that, you needed people. And Clarissa, in all her perfection, had forgotten people.
Craving attention, she went out all dressed up one night with a girl from her old high school that she'd been on good terms with. Unfortunately, they ended up getting split up. But it didn't matter, because within hours, Clarissa had caught the eye of a ragged, tough man who made her heart beat faster then a hummingbirds. He gave her attention, made her feel wanted and needed, made her feel something which wasn't connected with tunes and notes, and that's why she gave in and ended up in bed with him.
The next few weeks were a blur, as she met up secretly with the man who told her his name was Cain. Perfection only lasts so long though. Everyone knows that.
Clarissa ended up pregnant. That's how these stories go, isn't it?
Except, her pregnancy was shocking in two ways- one, since it was a pregnancy. She was pregnant. And two, since she wasn't expecting one baby, she was expecting two.
Now, she was already having doubts as soon as she found out. Those doubts increased when Cain disappeared without a trace, leaving her all alone to pick up the pieces. Clarissa was weak. She didn't have the willpower to get rid of her babies. So she carried them too term.
But she never told a soul. Ashamed, see, of what she'd done. She couldn't bear to tell her mother and father that she'd been sleeping with a man who was practically a stranger. However, worse then that was the fact she had a good chance of losing everything she had built up for herself. So in the hopes of retaining her music future, she told no one, and gave birth to her babies in a public New York Hospital.
Then, after writing a false name on the birth certificate, she fled.
This is where the real story starts. You've guessed correctly, if you guessed that these babies were Ebony and her five minutes younger sibling, Ivory. The doctors were baffled as to why the young woman had fled. All she had stayed for was too write her name down as Clarissa Brown, and to insist her childrens names were Ebony and Ivory (After both the song, and the fact piano was her whole world). Then she had disappeared. Like her lost love, without a trace.
Ebony and Ivory were beautiful babies... albeit, on the small side. For days the doctors felt the need to monitor them, just in case, but they were strong. Small, but strong. And it wasn't long before the doctors passed Ebony and Ivory Brown onto an adoption agency, who didn't have much work to do. Couples which were coming in were looking for children, because of reasons- and the couple who arrived on the 5th of June were especially distraught because of their reasons.
Elizabeth and Samson Bennett were a married couple in their early 30's. Madly in love, as they had been since they were high school sweethearts. But... Elizabeth was unable to conceive children. She'd been stabbed in the stomach area as a late teenager in a robbery gone wrong, and it messed up her future. She didn't even qualify for IVF- it was a lost cause, everyone said. So the couple had turned to their last resort, which was adoption.
Almost immediately after meeting Ebony and Ivory, they were in love. People who ran the agency watched on as Elizabeth held one of the twins carefully, muttering sweet little nothings in her ear while Samson held the other, humming the song Ebony & Ivory under his breath. It was a match made in heaven, so there was no surprise when the couple adopted the twins and moved them into their suburban home.
It was a good life for the twins, who had had such an unlucky start in life. Both of them were loved dearly. Elizabeth adored dressing them in clothes which, while they didn't match (She found matching outfits for twins ridiculous), were color co-ordinated. And Samson loved to play with them, show them how to do new things. Adopting so young had its perks too- as soon as the twins were able to speak (They began speaking the exact same day, fun fact. And walking. And running.), they called the Bennett's their mommy and daddy. Because they were. The second they were adopted, Ebony and Ivory became Bennett's.
I have said it before, and I'll say it again. Perfection only lasts so long.
It was in the summer of the twins sixth year of life when everything came crashing down around their little shoulders. They were left with their adopted grandparents overnight while Elizabeth and Samson traveled to visit a neighbor on the other side of the city. The twins fell asleep quickly with their nanny and granddad. They were however awoken when Elizabeth's mother screamed in grief.
As the couple had been travelling home to their daughters (They had left early so as to check on them), the car had had a malfunction. The brakes stopped working. And the car went spiraling into a wall, instantly killed the driver, and Samson, who had been sitting in the front seat to direct the driver to the house. Elizabeth died from blood-loss before paramedics could arrive.
The children were whisked almost immediately back into the adoption center. Their grandparents, both sets, were deemed incapable of taking care of them due to grief, and that was that. Thankfully, they didn't need to stay long in care. Two beautiful young girls, the stereotype for little blondes? How could they have stayed that long in care?
But... their adoptions weren't the same. Not many could deal with two twins. So, one family adopted Ivory. And a week or so later, another family adopted Ebony.
Ebony was bewildered to say the least. Her new family consisted of just a mom, and a dad. Not a sister. And Ebony had been incredibly close to her twin, so the change was... heartbreaking. She retreated into a shell for months, and her new mother and father, Nora and Spencer Knight, didn't know how to deal with her. They let her be, and eventually, Ebony came out, only to find the perfect life she had deserved wasn't meant to be.
Her new mother and father first made the choice to move the newly coping girl closer to Nora's family, in Boston. This disrupted a lot of Ebony's life. She now lived in a new city, which she was unfamiliar with. This caused many problems- she refused to sleep without the light on, she had horrible nightmares anyway, she found it difficult to make friends as soon as she joined a school. But also, her new mother and father weren't as close knit as Samson and Elizabeth. They fought constantly, shouting matches which she could hear from her room and which would leave the young girl crying and confused. They sometimes got violent- occassionally, when she would come down to breakfast in the morning, Nora would have a new bruise around one eye or down one side of her face.
It became normal however, as she lived with it for a while longer. Soon it was difficult for her to remember a time when she hadn't lived with the Knight's. Even more difficult to remember was the face of her sister- so unlike her own. Non-identical twins you see. All she could remember was Ivory's eyes, and her smile. And eventually, they began to fade too.
The little girl had a difficult time in school. Soon after she joined, it was discovered that she had ADHD and Dyslexia, which made learning hard. People would bully her, mainly about her tiny size. No matter how much she tried to sink into the shadows and hide however, it didn't work. People always noticed her. The taunts got worse and worse, and all Ebony could do was take it because she didn't know what other option she had.
Ten years old. And everything changed. Nora and Spencer had never been violent towards her- it was themselves they battered. But the abuse finally came round to Ebony. Spencer, in a fit of anger, slapped the girl around the face. In pain, bruised and confused, she ran to her room sobbing, where she managed to lock herself in. When she emerged, she was hit again. It continued like that for months- he would hit her if she did anything he didn't agree with. It hurt less each time, as Ebony grew used too it and developed a mental block to the pain.
Two years later. She was twelve years old when she came home in time to witness Spencer slapping Nora. And, the little girl had had enough. She was braver then anyone gave her credit for- she took the phone, rang the police, and reported the domestic abuse happening inside the home. Police came and took Spencer away, and Nora, the only one who had really seemed to care about Ebony, was more grateful than she would ever let on.
Life improved so much within the next few weeks that it was unbelievable. Nora became a normal mom, one who would praise her daughter and laugh at her jokes, who cooked with her and allowed her to do things. And Ebony found her thing. With her mother's help, she dyed her blonde hair a deep red. That was it. The thing she'd been looking for to stop the bullying? She diverted their attention to her hair, which made everyone notice her as her, and not the small girl.
Years passed like that. A happy bubble built up around them, which Spencer never came to burst. Ebony even made a friend- a boy named Damien who walked with crutches and made her smile.
Ebony arrived home a month after her fourteenth birthday to find police tape everywhere. Police officers were surrounding her home, sirens wailing. The girl ignored the shouts warning her not to enter and ran into her house, calling out for Nora. Damien had walked her home after basketball practice, and he tried to follow her, but they caught him. Others ran to try stop Ebony, but she made it into the house and into the sitting room...
The sight which was in there has haunted Ebony ever since. I won't go into the gory details. If I did, I might give you nightmares like Ebony has had. And we wouldn't want that, would we? The gist of it is, there was blood. Everywhere. And Nora was never going to call back Ebony's name.
The girl needed to be physically dragged from that home. She was distraught, like Elizabeth Bennett's mother had been that night so many years ago. She was screaming her head off, screaming about Spencer and murder and blood and Nora's name, over and over and over.
And then nothing.
Just.
A.
Black.
Hole.
Of.
Nothing.
She woke up in Camp Jupiter.


we'll always know that you shine brighter than anyone does

Physical Appearance: Ebony would be described in a couple words as a very daring, very pretty girl. First opinions often pin her as a small, sweet girl with peculiar choices in fashion. Once someone has spent a second talking to her, they realize she's a lot more than that. And she wouldn't be called sweet by everyone.
Ebony's hair isn't very long. It doesn't pass her shoulders once its been given a "Proper" haircut. She wears it straight as a ruler, hanging around her face, and occasionally pulled back in a small ponytail. Her hair would be described by everyone has windswept and random, her bangs looking all flyaway, her layers jagged but at the same time complimenting her features. Ebony's hair is just messy, but she's not bothered by it at all. In looks, her hair is very thin. Even with her layers cut into it. But its not a major flaw in her eyes. Sure, lots of people have thick hair that falls long and such, but in honesty, if she wanted long hair, she'd have it. She's quite happy with her length and the amount of hair she has. The most unusual thing about Ebony's hair, the thing which many would call the first thing they notice about her, is the color. Since she's been old enough to dye her hair, she's had it shades of orange, red, blonde, and occasionally even pinks. Its never know what color her hair will be when she turns up to see you: She loves colors. The brighter the better in her eyes. Many think Bonnie's hair would bother her, being how it is, always down and around her eyes, but she's not too annoyed. She's used to it, and if she really wants to she'll tie it back.
Bonnie is incredibly pale. Its hilarious when you think about it, given how American's have amazing weather all year round and she was always outside. Always going on adventures as a child, playing football, that sort of a thing. But if she did anything, Ebony burned. She never tanned, so she's just remained this real pale creamy color through her whole life. She has a few minor scars and blemishes, and a couple major ones. Her back has a scar about four inches long, running from her left shoulder in a jagged line. This was from an accident, when she was only around eleven. Ebony also has quite a few tattoos, each of them meaning something too her. She's been getting them since she was around sixteen, using her old fake ID. On her right thigh she has a hand holding an envelope, done in the traditional style in black and red inks, and surrounded by leaves and ribbons for decoration. On Ebony's left elbow, she has a tattoo of a lightning bolt with the letters "TCB" for "Takin' Care of Business". This was the motto of Elvis Presley, one of her singing idols, and his backing band was named the TCB band. Another tattoo on her left arm is the quote on her forearm, which says "Accentuate the Positive / Eliminate the Negative", written in caps in an uneven script. Her fourth tattoo is the largest one she has so far, and is a sidepiece of flowers done in a brightly colored traditional style. Another on her left arm is a simple black rectangle with three white bars. The third tattoo that Ebony ever got was a tiny outline of a heart on her wrist. On her right thigh she's got a solid black cross, and behind her left ear she's got a cloud and lightning bolt with "WARPED!" written above it. The last two, but the first two that Bonnie ever got, are a pink razor with a banner that says "Shave Me", and a heart with patches right below and behind the razor, and above the heart are the letters "HHT" standing for "Hurtin' Hearts Tour", and both tattoo's are on her right ankle.
Ebony's face is thin and angular, with very subtle features. She has softly pronounced cheekbones, which occasionally have blusher on them. Her lips are a light pink naturally, and while they are rather thin, she's not too bothered by the flaw. Bonnie usually coats them in lip gloss or lipstick. Ebony's eyes are green with slight speckles in them. The speckles range in color from brown, to blue, to a golden color. Her eyes are rather small, but in proportion to the rest of her face, and usually given a coat of mascara. Bonnie has thin, neat eyebrows, plucked to perfection. She has a lot of small eyelashes surrounding them. Her nose is one of those small but slightly pointy noses, and her ears are usually hidden by her hair. Ebony's height has been a very sore subject for her since the beginning of High School. She never really grew, and that made it hard for her to do a lot of sports, like Basketball. She's a small 1.57 meters, although she often acts like she's a lot taller. Small frame, lean. Ebony has a thin waist, even though she really loves to eat. And she doesn't really care what she eats. She'd eat sweet things and cakes all day if she had the chance. Its funny really how she eats so much and doesn't gain a pound.
Bonnie's dressing style contrasts with her hair perfectly. She's the farthest from vain someone could get, and throws on the first outfit she spies inside her wardrobe, and most of the outfits inside her wardrobe are odd in their own right. She loves clothes she can be comfortable in, and that does not include dresses. Bonnie also loves converse, in every color, and every design.
Ebony wears jewelry, such as earrings, necklaces, bracelets and of course her piercings.
Face Claim: I'm too lazy to change physical right now, since she was a Hayley Williams charrie, but pink has Hayley here, but just imagine her differently idk.


now i think we're taking this too far

Personality: Ebony Knight can be described by most as a girl of many words. Literally.
She loves to talk. She starts conversations easily and keeps them going easily, and basically, if you need a person to talk to you can come too her. She'll babble and she'll ramble and she'll keep on going until you tell her to stop, basically. That doesn't mean she's without that thing called tact, however. She knows when to shut up. And she knows when a good time to start talking is, and when a bad time to start talking is. She can just as easily be the friend who doesn't say anything, just hugs you when you need it. But mainly, Ebony can be described as a talkative girl who loves a chat.
Now, Ebony has a teeny tiny problem with sarcasm. Ok, maybe a big massive problem with sarcasm. She loves it, see, and she has a real talent for it. Now, she isn't one of those painfully obvious sarcastic people. She's more the subtle, "Can ya catch me?" sort of sarcasm, which takes a while to weed out. And occassionally, she can be offensive. But its never a purposeful offensive. Its more of an accident when it happens, really.
Now, she's also one of those people who sort of says what she thinks. She describes it to people as some sort of terrible problem with her mouth. Sometimes, she can't shut up in time and something comes out which is a little too honest. She doesn't usually attempt to be blunt, as she's more the type to sugar coat everything, but yeah. Occasionally, Ebony says exactly what she's thinking- without editing.
One of her strongest traits is her sense of humor, to be honest. She has a sense of humor that's very uh... warped. As in, she can laugh at anything, if she takes it the right way. She's been described as slightly morbid and more than a little sardonic in her lifetime, which doesn't really bother her that much. In her opinion, its better to have any sense of humor at all then none at all.
Also something which should be addressed; Ebony is undoubtedly the troublemaker. But the troublemaker who doesn't actually mean to be the troublemaker. She's got a rebellious streak which try as she might, she just can't shake, and its gotten her into a hell of a lot of trouble. She tries to do the moral thing, or do the thing others would do, but the truth is, deep down she prefers to be the one who makes her own rules and regulations. The one who can't be chained up. Because she can't. Try all you want, but you can't douse the fire inside of her. The beautiful, vibrant light which lights her from within and gives her this pulsating energy that's almost touchable. Cause that's what it is. Its like this light which you can see behind her eyes and behind her skin. It lights her up and makes her.... brighter, in a way.
Something many people see in her though is her cockiness. She literally doesn't have any idea of her own limits, because she doesn't think she has any. She's invincible, for all she knows. Nothing can bring her down. It gives her this obvious confidence when she walks, which once upon a time she didn't have. maybe this whole confidence thing is to do with hair color, hm? She has a high opinion of herself and her abilities, and so help you if you don't think the same.
Ebony is artistic. Its something which not that many people will know about her. But she loves to sing, and loves to dance, and she especially loves to draw. The thing is, she has a talent for it. She loves to sit and doodle, since that's what she'd do in school when she was unable to learn. Sit and doodle in all of her schoolbooks. She doesn't paint on large canvas' or anything. Her art is usually done in small little notebooks, meaning that they can be packed away easily- as in, packed into the trunk at the end of her bed in the Ares Cabin, and locked up tight so no one can see it. The thing about her art is, however, that it shows her real emotions for everything where she can't express them. The only other times she gets close to as much honesty that goes into her art is when she's writing, or singing. Its the only place she can truly be honest with herself and about everything.
A side effect of her ADHD, Ebony has a hard time staying still. She'd rather be up and going something, whether that something be creating something or practicing fighting or running or whatever. As long as she's moving and keeping herself busy. A bit of a habit she has is keeping a pen behind her ear, because when she gets bored she tends to draw along her arms and legs and such, little doodles of birds or whatever. Its something she's convinced everyone must have seen at least once- but it doesn't matter to her that its slightly... ah, crazy.
Her wisdom is beyond her years, in truth. Ebony knows quite a lot for someone who isn't an Athena Camper. She's lived a lot and seen a lot, seen more than any girl should have to see. And it makes her wise. Okay, so she's a funloving, talkative teen. She's exactly like everyone else. But sometimes, if you're just lucky enough, you might get a glimpse at the girl inside who's smart and wise and knows things which people double her age could never imagine.
Now, Ebony has never been an openly violent person. She stuck up for herself if she felt the need, but usually she allowed herself to lay down and take whatever abuse was thrown at her. That was what was the huge shock when she was claimed by Ares, God of War. She's not openly violent, she doesn't express her anger physically all of the time. However, she does have a temper. And that temper is a dangerous thing. Its like a fire. A contained fire is safe, yes? A fire which is allowed to burn in a controlled manner, that's fine too, right? Mildly safe, with the hint of danger. That's how Ebony is on a normal day. A fire allowed to burn in a controlled manner. However, sometimes she boils over. And that is something which everyone must be careful of. Because while she's small, while she's not the strongest, her anger is like a flaming inferno. Just remember I warned you, yeah?
Now, many would call this girl stubborn. Because she is. She won't be told what to do or how to live her life. And so help you if you attempt to. She'll chew you up and spit you out, as they say.
But while being stubborn, she is wonderfully loyal, and brave. This girl would rush into a stormy sea even if she couldn't swim to save a friend. And she faces every new evil with a newfound strength now. After everything she's been through, she's developed a sense of bravery which is unbelievable.
All in all, she's a complex person. One who should not be underestimated. Perhaps more personality traits are waiting just below her surface, awaiting discovery?
Likes: Too lazy.
Dislikes: Too lazy.
Fatal Flaw: Ebony's fatal flaw is actually a joint flaw- not only personal loyalty, but how goddamn loyal she is. I say that in the nicest possible way, of course. But she's too loyal for her own good, and she's way too stubborn. If a friend is in danger, then she'll sacrifice everything she has to save them. And if you try to rule her decisions? She'll tell you exactly where to stick your dictation. These two are a dangerous, and deadly, mix. Both will more than likely play a part in this girls downfall.


don't you know that it's not this hard?

Pets: None.
Talents: None.
Weapons: Ebony's weapon just so happens to be the weapon which does the least damage in a fight, if you don't put much strength behind it. Not that that's a problem. She's been trained to fight with her dagger, which turns into a bracelet worn around her right wrist. She's had it for a long time now, so its become second nature for her. Actually, Ebony couldn't imagine fighting without it. Good job that it can never get lost, right?
Year Round or Summer Camper?: Year Round


well, it's not this hard

Color: LightBlue
Theme Song: Brighter - Paramore
Persona: The Protector
Other: Nothing as of yet hehe
Back to top Go down
faith lehane
Probatio
faith lehane


Posts : 16
Join date : 2012-06-09
Age : 25

waking up to ash and dust Empty
PostSubject: Re: waking up to ash and dust   waking up to ash and dust I_icon_minitimeThu Jan 23, 2014 5:06 pm


Karma Alexander


waking up to ash and dust Davina-clairei-cant-bear-the-thought-of-losing-one-of-you-z6ktnpdq

i believe in grace and choice

Everyone knows your name. Strangely enough, considering that everything else with you is a mystery, your name is common knowledge. Karma. Like bad karma, good karma. Sometimes, people will raise an eyebrow when you introduce yourself. Ask you if it's a nickname... maybe for Carmen? But no, you tend to shake your head, laugh a little, tell them that on your birth certificate you're down as Karma so it must be true. It means destiney, people often tell you. Your surname is the thing that no one but yourself knows. And me. Alexander. Karma Alexander. You were born in 1998. The 20th of December. A really crap birthday, in your eyes, since the people who remembered it would often try mix it with Christmas. But the one thing this sucky birthday does it put you on this crappy earth for fifteen incredibly long years. You've spent two and a half of these years going to and from camp, often times disappearing for weeks on end. For no reason, really, just to escape. You don't have family or friends to stay with- instead, you just travel as far as you can before making your way back. Sometimes, you like to imagine it's because of your mother, Trivia, that you always find your way back. You know it's not really all that possible, since she doesn't really care for her children, but you can't help but dream.

Not much is known about your early life. Some people make guesses, but none of them even touch the tip of the iceberg when it comes to you. How your father, once a loving man, deteriorated after the violent death of his brother and sister-in-law. How he became abusive after one too many drinks, bruising your skin and hurting your heart with cruel words. For a long time, you felt like it was your fault, but as you matured into your own mind you realized he was just a misguided man with broken dreams and a equally broken heart. Soon after the realization, he raised his hand once more to you... and you sent him across the room, knocking him unconscious. Scared, but equally thrilled by the surge of power you felt rushing through your veins, you packed a tiny bag and ran, exploring towns and places you'd only ever dreamed of. No one could touch you- and when they tried, when people tried to corner you in ally's or police officers attempted to drag you to the station, you did what you did to your father. The adrenaline rush was.. amazing, and the strength you held made it easy to make quick escapes. Until, one day, you were cornered by the wrong person. Someone who insisted they knew where you had to go, who you were. Your curiosity won out, and you ended up within Camp Jupiter, surrounded by kids exactly the same as you.

People tend to underestimate you from your looks. Mainly because, despite what you'd consider a "mature" age, you have the looks of someone younger, someone innocent and young. Your features are open, easily read, and you tend to have a grin on your face which no one can really understand. Your hair falls down your back, your curls large and bouncy. Chestnut brown, it tends to lighten during the summer, giving you free highlights. It's almost always hanging down around your face, and when it isn't, its up in a loose bun. You stand below the average height, which only helps with peoples opinions of you being younger than you actually are. But what you lack in height you make up for in personality. Your face is slightly oval shaped, your features fitting nicely and your dimples always showing. Mainly, people notice your eyes, which fill with emotion often. Blue, but it seems to alternate between that and a pretty green. Your style of clothing is casual, the colors often vibrant and alive. You don't tend to wear dresses much, but when you do they are rarely short. For shoes, you choose comfortable over pretty.

People often describe you by looks only, when they first meet you. An innocent, beatific girl with a wide smile and emotion-filled eyes. What they don't see is the turmoil inside of you, the difference between their assumed personality and your actual persona.
You radiate self-confidence. That's one thing everyone can say about you. You rarely doubt yourself or your abilities, and you are definitely not afraid to voice your own opinions. This has been called blunt by most people, and really, it is, but you like to label it as being honest. What's the point in lying, ya know? It's pointless. Unfortunately, there's only a small line between being confident and being arrogant, and you regularly toe it- and sometimes, fall over into the other side. You have too much pride, seeing others as tools and inferior to yourself. And, given your brutally honest way of stating things, you tend to be ignorant to other peoples feelings until it's too late.
A quick thinker, you have a lot of knowledge on various subjects for someone so young. But, the subject has to interest you. If you have even the slightest disliking towards a topic within a subject, you tend to become distant and uninterested, itching to get your hands on a book of a different subject which you like more. You're curious and intellectual, and your mild dyslexia never really held you back, unlike your excessive ADHD. You're also sort of a... dabbler in different subjects and abilities, but a master of none. Throughout your short life you have pushed yourself to your limits, in both schooling and outside of school activities, and more recently in your weapon handling and powers. However, you've never really stuck to a hobby or anything, tending to drift from one thing to another.
Independent, you refuse to allow other people to make your decisions or choices. If they try, you become cold and ruthless, doing whatever you can to overturn their decision and follow your own. This shows your determined side, and how hard-working you can be if you put your mind too it. Hard-working, and strategic. You have an imagination, an amazing one at that, often coming up with situations and stories, helping you when it comes to planning ahead for camp games or simply helping when trying to think up what the consequences of an action may be.
You're a very judgmental person, reaching conclusions quickly and sticking to them because of your stubborn nature.
Naive, you rarely see other people for how they might truly be, instead seeing only what they seem to be on the surface. You find it hard to see past that, often being hurt by people when you realize their true colors.
Emotions often get the better of you, causing you to lash out or lose control due to being unable to keep them in check. You feel a burst of anger, and you indulge in it. Same with other emotions, such as sadness or frustration.
Bottom line is, you aren't an open book. There are layers to you which only you know... some are ones even you don't realize you have. Only time will show them all.

Pets have never really been an option for you. Mainly out of fear of large animals, and apprehension when it comes to smaller animals. It's been your experience that animals which are smaller than the norm tend to be a lot more... well, tend to bite or scratch a lot more. But when it comes to special talents, you've got enough to make up for your lack of body strength and weapons training. Your powers were discovered at an early age, so you've had opportunity and time to become skilled in using them. The strongest of your gifts, in your opinion, is your ability to move objects with just a single thought in your mind. A flick of your finger can send a person toppling backwards, a concentrated thought can bend metal. But, you can only do so much with this power before you begin to suffer migraines, and more common, nosebleeds. Once upon a time, you even knocked yourself unconscious trying to push something above your boundaries. You're also gifted with control over the elements of nature, including the four known ones, fire, water, air and earth. However, this gift is rocky and unstable, and you lose control when you become angry, frustrated or scared. The one element you seem to have a level of control over is fire, and even that can be dangerous at best. Like with telekinesis, you suffer nosebleeds if you use this too much. Thanks to your mother, you have also inherited the gifts of speaking to her sacred animals, commanding magic, and reading tarot cards with a level of skill no mortal tarot card reader has mastered. However, the major drawbacks of all of your gifts is your complete lack of control. With a single burst of anger, you can knock people meters away from you. A bout of frustration could mean setting the nearest objects aflame. Fear can cause you to lash out, with any of your gifts, and can cause people pain... or worse. You're young age and naivety to all things which magic entails is dangerous for both you and those around you. Yet, you pus your boundaries, explore territories which should be left unexplored, and take no action to control yourself when you feel your powers itching to lash out.
Weapons are unimportant to you, given your gifts, but you do carry a weapon on you at all times. Your mother gifted you with a necklace, a polished obsidian pendant hanging from a thick, unbreakable silver chain. When touched, it summons a dagger, a rather small, polished dagger which seems more ornamental than anything else. However, you are adept at using it in fights.


Last edited by Faith Lehane on Sun May 04, 2014 5:16 pm; edited 1 time in total
Back to top Go down
faith lehane
Probatio
faith lehane


Posts : 16
Join date : 2012-06-09
Age : 25

waking up to ash and dust Empty
PostSubject: Re: waking up to ash and dust   waking up to ash and dust I_icon_minitimeWed Feb 05, 2014 2:20 pm

waking up to ash and dust Tumblr_ms5s1o6nvO1rhjzzso2_250 waking up to ash and dust Tumblr_ms5s1o6nvO1rhjzzso1_250

Biba Mae Jones, Daughter of Bellona


Name: Biba Mae Jones
Nicknames: Bee, Baaaaa [Imagine a sheep baaing], Mae
Age: 16
Birthday: 13th of December
Gender: Female
God Parent: Bellona, Goddess of War
Claimed: Yep :D
Mortal Family:

• Caine Jones (Father)
• Charlene Jones (Step-Mother)

Years In Camp: 2 Years
Rank: Probatio
Cohort: 2nd Cohort
Brief History:
Biba Mae Jones was born 16 long years ago, on a snowy day, to Bellona and Caine.
Caine Jones was an ex-army soldier, with a history of violence. He had murdered more than one person in his time, never sent to Prison because he was long gone before he could be caught. Bellona saw violence and chaos alive in this man, and she liked what she saw. For months she persued him in Africa, until the two were discharged and she finally got her wish of being with him. He wasn't able to settle down though, and soon it wasn't the Goddess who left: It was the mortal. He fled in the middle of the night from they're New York Penthouse, moving to Chicago.
He couldn't outrun the fates though, and nine months later a baby girl was on his doorstep, with a note containing... well it contained a lot of swear words and death threats. At the end, Bellona had taken the liberty to write "You absolute moron leaving me when we were supposed to be marrie-" Sorry, wrong part. She wrote at the very bottom "Despite how I feel, our Daughter has a hard life ahead of her. On her 13th Birthday, you will receive a message about some... old friends of mine. The leader of my friends pack is named Lupa, and she has said she will come on the 12th hour of the 11th of December, 13 years from now. You will understand then where she will be leaving too, but not one minute before. I refuse to murder you until our Daughter is safe and well where she belongs. Hatred Always, Bell."
Now, the recent Alcoholic ex-soldier murderer had someone to care for, a baby girl he named Biba Mae after his own mother, Mae Jones, and his deceased sister, Biba LeVelle.
Now, to give him some credit, he tried. He tried to clean up his act, he bought a new apartment, and for seven years, we was in a pretty steady way. His daughter meant the world to him, and he promised her on the night she arrived that he would never allow someone to hurt her.
But even now, she wonders did that mean he would protect her from himself as well?
Seven years after her arrival, she was obviously seven. And her father announced that he had met the - other - woman of his dreams. Charlene Thomson was a young, vivacious girl who at first seemed to adore her boyfriends little girl. She treated her beautifully, and a few months later she married Caine, becoming a Jones.
After that?
After that Charlene changed, treating Biba like crap. She had her hooks in Caine, and its a miracle that the little girl lasted until her 13th Birthday. In all honesty, as soon as the two were married it seemed Charlene would have her way within the year, and her step-daughter would be sent packing to a Boarding School in Sweden. Possibly Russia, or even Australia. As long as she was gone, it didn't really matter.
On her 13th Birthday, Biba was practically pulled from the garden where she played by wolves. And that very morning Caine had received the simple note "It will happen tonight. She will leave for her birthright, Camp Jupiter, where she will be around her Roman demigod family. Do not try to fight Lupa and her wolves, because even I would not be able to help you. -B."
For roughly a month, Biba was trained like all other Roman demigods before her, living like a wolf in the Wolfhouse. She survived for her willingness to follow, but also her courage and need to explore the world. 21 days after she arrived, she was sent away, looking for Camp Jupiter.
Now, its quite obvious no one was very shocked when the pretty 14 year old girl turned up coming into Camp. She was one of the lucky ones, who hadn't been on a low level in the pack. She was barely scratched any more, all her wounds fading fast.
As she stepped over the River Tiber, a sword appeared over her head, and those near her gasped. Another Daughter of Bellona? So rare! Those that were there were Legacies, not children of the War Goddess!
And this emotional, slightly moody child of the War Goddess didn't really impress them much more in the following years. It wasn't until she willingly threw herself in front of an approaching Gorgon to save a small child that she truly showed her courage and skill.
Physical Appearance:
Biba Jones has a little girl type beauty to her, looking innocent and strong at the very same time.
She has long, light brown hair, which falls to below her shoulders even when curly. Which it rarely is. She loves to keep her hair straight and down, falling around her face. Its usually wind swept, not exactly perfect.
Her eyes are almond shaped, a beautiful light brown that looks amber in the right light. They are outlined in even, short black lashes that are usually coated in mascara and eyeliner, and show off her eye color perfectly.
Biba's face is small and delicate looking, with full pink lips and plucked brown eyebrows. She wears the barest of make up on her face, just enough to give herself a little glow.
Tall and lithe, Biba rarely feels the need to wear heels. She's tanned to the bones, and has been told by plenty of people her looks are that of a Venus child, not a Bellona.
Her style in clothes is anything from bright, pastel whites and pinks to dark, dreary reds and purples. She doesn't care as long as its comfortable.
Personality:
What Does Biba Mean? wrote:
You can go to great heights and equally great depths. You are emotional and fixed in your opinions. Your instinct is to follow others. You are hospitable, but if negatively expressed, you become selfish. You are sentimental, often psychic, sometimes moody. You are ruled by love and the lack of it and feel a need to be encouraged and appreciated. You are intuitive and interested in the arts, drama and/or science.
You are seeking freedom, opportunities to enjoy life: to make love, to go places and to do things. You are very adventurous and willing to take risk to achieve your objectives. New ways and new experiences can't satisfy your restless nature. One adventure leads you to another, but it doesn't mean you are irresponsible. You are honest and fair, because you know that this is the only way to receive justice and honesty from other people. But your personal growth is vital for your, and it is difficult to be tied down by rules and obligations. Your restless spirit might best controlled by choosing the field of work that meet your demand for action and adventure.

While that describes Biba perfectly, there's also a few other key aspects of her personality that must be addressed.
Biba is incredibly brave. She doesn't show it very often, but not a lot fazes her. That which does, she will fight against because she knows its the right thing to do. She's also very violent at times, lashing out for no apparent reason.
But she's also very timid and quiet, broken easily by those around of her. If someone hurts her, she might react in two ways: She might lash out and break their neck. Or she might break inside, and become very emotionally unstable, unable to understand why she's been hurt.

Fatal Flaw:
Personal Loyalty. A common flaw, it is made serious by the fact that Biba values other people's lives above her own. They are simply much more important, because everyone that comes into her life is someone who she is not only related to, but grows fond of and loves. If someone was hurt, or if they told her to leave, then she would insist on taking their place, no matter what the consequences. If she herself was hurt, and she was running for her life with friends, they would be told to leave and to save themselves. Because if they were to be hurt she wouldn't be able to live with it.
Pets:
None
Talents:

• Knowledge of all Weapons and War Tactics

• Advanced technique in weapon fighting

• Advanced tactics skill

• UNKNOWN TALENT HERE

• UNKNOWN TALENT HERE

• UNKNOWN TALENT HERE

Weapons:
Biba is a natural archer, which would be called her only true weapon based talent. She owns a bow which she carved designs on herself, and various arrows which include two silver hunter arrows. Her bow is one of them retractable weapons, and is held in a very pretty silver locket necklace. Its easy to pull off so she can bring her bow into play, and its rare to see her without it.
Biba also trains with a sword, which she isn't incredibly skilled with. She loses the upper hand quickly, simply because of her dressy sword fighting style. She owns a plain imperium gold sword, which she has with her wherever she goes.

Other: Color is i don't even know but yes look at this biba's code was stuck in a notepad with like seven chatlogs over different time periods she is saaaaved
Back to top Go down
BEAN
Probatio



Posts : 21
Join date : 2011-10-17

waking up to ash and dust Empty
PostSubject: Re: waking up to ash and dust   waking up to ash and dust I_icon_minitimeThu Feb 13, 2014 2:21 pm

Biba is ACCEPTED into the 2nd cohort!
great fc by the way
Back to top Go down
faith lehane
Probatio
faith lehane


Posts : 16
Join date : 2012-06-09
Age : 25

waking up to ash and dust Empty
PostSubject: Re: waking up to ash and dust   waking up to ash and dust I_icon_minitimeSun May 04, 2014 5:17 pm

karma alexander has been added to the fourth last post in this topic Smile
Back to top Go down
moon
Admin
Admin
moon


Posts : 256
Join date : 2011-10-09
Age : 25
Location : Somewhere over the rainbow

waking up to ash and dust Empty
PostSubject: Re: waking up to ash and dust   waking up to ash and dust I_icon_minitimeSun May 04, 2014 5:41 pm

accepted into the first (:
Back to top Go down
Sponsored content





waking up to ash and dust Empty
PostSubject: Re: waking up to ash and dust   waking up to ash and dust I_icon_minitime

Back to top Go down
 
waking up to ash and dust
Back to top 
Page 1 of 1

Permissions in this forum:You cannot reply to topics in this forum
Camp Jupiter :: General :: Rules and Information :: Character Submission-
Jump to: