Post by LEVINA HALLAND on Apr 18, 2010 18:02:55 GMT -5
IF I'M A BAD PERSON
[/color]YOU DON'T LIKE ME[/center]
Levina Marie Halland
hi, my name is Misteh. i got Fifteen candles
on my birthday cake, but i've blown
out 3-4 of them. my other characters would be N/A
and you can contact
me by PM
on my birthday cake, but i've blown
out 3-4 of them. my other characters would be N/A
and you can contact
me by PM
I GUESS I'LL MAKE
[/color]MY OWN WAY[/center]
NAME: Levina Marie Halland
NICKNAME: N/A
GENDER: Female
SEXUALITY: Asexual
AGE: Fifteen
BIRTHDAY: October 13
SPECIES: Demigod//Huntress
PLAYBY: Dakota Fanning
IT'S A CIRCLE
[/color]A MEAN CYCLE[/center]
HEIGHT: 5'3"
WEIGHT: 117
DISTIGUISHING FEATURES: N/A
PERSONAL STYLE:
She really has no sense of style, preffering to just throw on whatever is lying around, no matter what pattern or color, hardly even caring if it's really that clean or not. Needless to say, she is not much of a fashionsita.
I CAN'T EXCITE YOU
[/color]ANYMORE[/center]
LIKES:
-- Rain
-- Writing
-- Stealing
-- Chocolate
-- Reading
-- Being Alone
-- Living in a dream...
DISLIKES:
-- Sunny days
-- Mean People
-- Not getting enough sleep
-- Homework
-- Being made fun of
-- Conforming
STRENGTHS:
-- Cooking
-- Ignoring People
-- Running
-- Ignoring Reality
WEAKNESSES:
-- Her compromised state of mind
-- Communicating with others
-- Swimming
-- Separating dreams for reality
DREAMS:
--To be accepted by everyone
FEARS:
-- Irrational fear of elevators, general claustrophobia
-- Achluophobia- Fear of darkness.
-- Agliophobia- Fear of pain.
-- Apeirophobia- Fear of infinity.
FATAL FLAW:
Cares for no one but herself
PREFERED WEAPON:
Bow&Arrow, her two Sais
ABILITIES:
She doesn't really have any abilities. Unless you count the ability to steal things. Although as a huntress she has skills with a bow and arrows, living forever, and enhanced strength/speed
ANYTHING ELSE:
Levina is a strange girl, personality-wise. She's rather mean and obnoxious to people she doesn't know, usually pushing away people who try to speak to her with cold words or ignorance. She doesn't really know how to be sociable, as she spent most of her time around her mother being homeschooled, so there really wasn't much time to get to know people.
Levina is not a sociable person, she's as much a loner as a mangy tabby cat. She doesn't like to talk to people, doesn't like when people touch her, and if you so much as look at her weird she'll fly off the handle. Levina doesn't talk much, well, actions speak louder than words. Levina is ever sarcastic and mean, to anyone and anything who would listen.
When she's with a friend, Levina opens up more. She's actually pretty nice to her friends. She's very protective of her friends and her posessions. If anyone insults one of her friends, she'll never let it go. She has to get revenge. Levina is a firm believer in an eye for an eye, and always seems to be 'getting someone' for something or another.
Most of her flaws can be boiled down to the three A's--Arrogance, Aggression, and Ambition.
Arrogance- "Flaws? Me?"
Levina believes herself to be better than anyone else. She's constantly puts others down and thinks that she can do anything she wants to, and if anyone tells her otherwise, she becomes angry and attempts to show them that yes, she can in fact do what anyone else can, and not only that, she could do it better.
Aggresion- "Do you really want to provoke me?"
Levina is plagued by the inability to control her emotions. She blames the god blood in her, especially since her father was known for his wine-induced temper, but the truth is she would've been like that whether she was a demigod or not. She is very often seen picking fights with people, and becomes rather defensive about things, to the point where she blames things on everyone else.
Ambition- "Don't tell me no."
Levina wants to be the best. Her drive is so great that when anyone gets in her way, she shoves them aside without the slightest thought of them, only of what she could gain by doing so. She cannot stand people telling her no, and she usually does it anyone, leading to her getting into huge amounts of trouble.
WHERE'S YOUR GABLE
[/color]YOUR JURY[/center]
OLYMPIAN PARENT: Hermes;;Huntress of Artemis
MOTHER/FATHER: Grace Halland--Mother
Helena Kianna--Adoptive Mother
SIBLINGS: N/A
PETS: N/A
WHAT'S MY OFFENCE
[/color]THIS TIME[/center]
HOMETOWN: Salinas, California
HISTORY:
&.x in the BEGINNING
Levina's mother, Grace, owned a small vineyard in Central California, and had a steady income that came from her grapes. She never got out mucht; preferring to spend most of her time out with the grapes, tending to her crop. She believed the more TLC you gave to your life's work, the more you got out of it. She was right, in a way, for her grapes grew big and delicious and sold very well.
Grace wasn't one to date much, in fact she never really got along with men and didn't feel that she needed to get along with men. She met only with the ones she needed to do business with and made it clear she wanted nothing more than 'business.' So it came as a great surprise when a man appeared on her doorstep, bottle of wine in hand and a dark red rose in hand. He called her 'beautiful lady' and 'lady of the vine', speaking in strange, archaic phrases.
She was immediately taken with the mysterious man, oddly enough. The wine he had brought had the most delicious taste; "Made with only the best grapes in your vineyard", he said. It left her feeling giddy and lightheaded, and in the morning, hung-over, alone, and pregnant.
&.x in the MIDDLE
Levina was everything Grace had hoped a child wouldn't be. She whined all night long, all day long, and spent almost every waking hour crying for food or water or whatever she felt she needed at the time. Grace employed a live-in nurse to care for the child, not really wanting anything much to do with her. The nurse, Helena, doted on Levina. Levina got everything she wanted and more from her, and she was very happy.
Soon enough, Grace decided to just give Levina to Helena, as they were 'two peas in a pod, deserving of each other and not deserving enough for me.' Helena and Levina packed up and moved to New York City, pretty much as far as they could get from Grace and her vineyard.
Levina soon found the streets of New York very dangerous; all the strange people she saw, all the animals who didn't seem quite... well, quite right. Helena became very worried when eleven-year-old Levina began telling her of men with one eye, dogs with scales, things that just couldn't--shouldn't--exist. Levina met with a psychiatrist twice a week, and she hated it. The psychiatrist asked odd questions, kept mentioning something called 'the mist' and seemed way too interested in her past. Levina always felt there was something off in the psychiatrist's mind; she could almost feel something evil, could almost feel the right way to make his mind... snap? Something like that. Something that would put him into a quivering wreck on the floor, seeing the things she saw, understanding that she was not crazy she was not schizo they were the crazy she was.. she was totally and completely normal.
The day came when she did snap. Well, not her. The psycho--as she came to know him--finally went bat-shit crazy and off his rocker, trying to attack her, screaming things like 'demigod' and 'unnatural filth.' He left his scars, deep mental scars that permanently altered her. She was taken to Camp Half-Blood by the receptionist, who turned out to be a Satyr.
Nothing was normal now, nothing would ever be normal. She couldn't heal her own mind, no, that was beyond help. Nothing she saw was real. No, no she's just dreaming, just dreaming. She never did anything at camp, just moped around and avoided everyone. After a while the Hunters came to visit, and she began to feel jealous of the bond the girls had--how they looked out for each other and did everything together. She made the choice to join, and is figuring out how to be happy, how to trust people, and how to from some real bonds with others.
&.x in the END
Well that remains to be seen.
YOU'RE NOT A JUDGE BUT
[/color]IF YOU'RE GONNA JUDGE ME[/center]
ROLE-PAY SAMPLE:
Levina let the last melody disappear on the wind, until the only noise left was the singing of birds, the rustle of winds through the plants, and the soft in-out of two girls' breath. She met the other girl's eyes and stared, trying to figure who she was. Standing with her weight more on her right leg, hand on her waist, almost as if she owned the place. Arrogance, check. Her face was blank and betrayed no emotions. Haughty, check. She had a mass of curly black hair, pale blue eyes, looked a lot older than Levina herself, and, ah yes, hanging out in the Strawberry Fields singing a song about a Strawberry Field. Now Levina was no daughter of Athena, but she could at least put two and two together and come up with Helena Gray, daughter of Mr. D. himself.
Oh, the perfect family of Camp Half-Blood, where father and children could live in a happy coexistence, while the rest of the half-bloods watch while jealousy slowly eats their insides and leaves them cold, dry husks yearning for some godly parental companionship and advice and then proceeds to turn them into children of the corn who come to detest Dionysus and his spawn and wish to destroy them all in order to get some sort of response from their parent, whether it be to smite them into ashes or congratulate them on getting rid of an immortal nuisance. Who knows?
Are you alright? You seem a bit...down.
Am I alright? No one had ever really asked Levina a question like that; it caught her off guard. Most people took one look at her sullen, unfriendly face and meandered off to some other place, not willing to converse with the little freak. Well. Was she okay? Dunno. She didn't really know. She turned slightly away and stared at the floor, wondering how to answer. Seem a bit down? She smiled a bit. Down? Me? Well... always. She shrugged off her bad thoughts and looked up, squinting in the sunlight.
'Well, I guess it depends on your definition of fine. But well, yeah. I'm okay." She paused and tried a smile. It was hard--almost like her muscles weren't used to it and needed a bit of practice. She decided it felt good. Levina bent down and picked a plump, ripe strawberry. She turned it around, examining it from every angle, watching as it shifted from pink to red to shades in between, depending on which light it was in. Interesting plant, strawberries. She tossed it to the floor and watched it hit the dirt.
"Why do people like strawberries, anyway? You're pretty much ingesting hundreds of tiny seeds, as well as the fact it just lies on the floor all day." She thought for a moment. "If I had to pick a plant to grow for money, it would probably be.... apples. Green ones. Or raspberries, cause, well, there's nothing wrong with those," she stopped abruptly. Funny, how the words were falling, how they weren't stumbling awkwardly from her tongue. Strange.
Oh, the perfect family of Camp Half-Blood, where father and children could live in a happy coexistence, while the rest of the half-bloods watch while jealousy slowly eats their insides and leaves them cold, dry husks yearning for some godly parental companionship and advice and then proceeds to turn them into children of the corn who come to detest Dionysus and his spawn and wish to destroy them all in order to get some sort of response from their parent, whether it be to smite them into ashes or congratulate them on getting rid of an immortal nuisance. Who knows?
Are you alright? You seem a bit...down.
Am I alright? No one had ever really asked Levina a question like that; it caught her off guard. Most people took one look at her sullen, unfriendly face and meandered off to some other place, not willing to converse with the little freak. Well. Was she okay? Dunno. She didn't really know. She turned slightly away and stared at the floor, wondering how to answer. Seem a bit down? She smiled a bit. Down? Me? Well... always. She shrugged off her bad thoughts and looked up, squinting in the sunlight.
'Well, I guess it depends on your definition of fine. But well, yeah. I'm okay." She paused and tried a smile. It was hard--almost like her muscles weren't used to it and needed a bit of practice. She decided it felt good. Levina bent down and picked a plump, ripe strawberry. She turned it around, examining it from every angle, watching as it shifted from pink to red to shades in between, depending on which light it was in. Interesting plant, strawberries. She tossed it to the floor and watched it hit the dirt.
"Why do people like strawberries, anyway? You're pretty much ingesting hundreds of tiny seeds, as well as the fact it just lies on the floor all day." She thought for a moment. "If I had to pick a plant to grow for money, it would probably be.... apples. Green ones. Or raspberries, cause, well, there's nothing wrong with those," she stopped abruptly. Funny, how the words were falling, how they weren't stumbling awkwardly from her tongue. Strange.
WELL SENTENCE ME TO
[/color]ANOTHER LIFE[/center]
THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY JESSIE OF DEMIGODS & MONSTERS. DO NOT STEAL/TAKE CREDIT OFF.
