Post by ROWAN HART on May 1, 2010 0:17:31 GMT -5
IF I'M A BAD PERSON
[/color]YOU DON'T LIKE ME[/center]
first middle last
hi, my name is sam. i got sixteen candles
on my birthday cake, but i've blown
out four of them. my other characters would be none
and you can contact
me by PMing
on my birthday cake, but i've blown
out four of them. my other characters would be none
and you can contact
me by PMing
I GUESS I'LL MAKE
[/color]MY OWN WAY[/center]
NAME: Rowan Adelaide Hart
NICKNAME: Rowan is not short enough?
GENDER: female
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
AGE: Nineteen
BIRTHDAY: March 15
SPECIES: Demigod
PLAYBY: Zooey Deschanel
IT'S A CIRCLE
[/color]A MEAN CYCLE[/center]
HEIGHT: Five foot seven inches
WEIGHT: One hundred and thirty
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Small scars on her knees and elbows are present from her tendency to dive for the ball while playing tennis
PERSONAL STYLE: Rowan is a proud woman, and dresses accordingly. She finds the camp shirts horribly ugly - so, she does not wear them often. The woman dresses nicely
I CAN'T EXCITE YOU
[/color]ANYMORE[/center]
LIKES:
+ Sports
+ Tennis;; Her favorite sport. She plays singles only, not liking to work with others much
+ Jogging
+ raspberries
+ The smell of cinnamon
+ Cats
+ Men
+ Victory;; What do you expect?
+ Summer
DISLIKES:
- Rain
- Being stuck inside
- Dogs
- Winter
- Cold
- Preppy women
- Meat;; She is a vegetarian
STRENGTHS:
+ Very athletic
+ Intuitive
WEAKNESSES:
- A bit headstrong
- Fear of commitment
DREAMS:
Rowan dreams of a world where she could have gone to the Olympics, and won medals. In her own little world, she sees no prospect of getting married or having kids though. She had a very simple dream, in her own mind, but one that is unachievable
FEARS:
- Being heavily outnumbered
- Lightning and thunder
- The unknown
FATAL FLAW:
+ Her constant disloyalty due to the need to win at all costs
PREFERRED WEAPON:
- Sword
ABILITIES:
Rowan is good has a tendency to choose the winning sides and stick with them until they show signs that the tables may have changed
ANYTHING ELSE:
Rowan is a sophisticated young woman who likes to win. It is almost as simple as that. Her mother is to blame for this, however. Being the child of the goddess of victory sort of makes it guaranteed that she would hold this in her personality. Her loyalties waver often, and she has problems committing to anything. This includes men. Most of her romantic relationships are short lived, as are her friendships. There seems to be very few people who can deal with her constant shifts in mood, but those who can are dear to her and she would side with them if there is even the smallest chance they could win.
Rowan is a vegetarian - but not because she cares about animals, not to mean she hates the creatures. She is in it for the health benefits. This, plus the fact she is a very active person, has kept her very healthy. However, it could have never stopped her from developing her heart problem which comes from her father's genetic line. She had thought, that being a demigod, she would be unaffected. This assumption was, obviously, incorrect.
WHERE'S YOUR GABLE
[/color]YOUR JURY[/center]
OLYMPIAN PARENT: Nike;; Goddess of victory, speed, and strength
MOTHER/FATHER: Micheal Hart, forty seven, ex-professional football player
SIBLINGS: She has not any of them if they are there
PETS: A cat named Coco that is thirteen years old, and that is, yes, male. At the time he was named, Rowan did not know this. When she tried to change his name it was too late.
WHAT'S MY OFFENSE
[/color]THIS TIME[/center]
HOMETOWN: San Diego, California
HISTORY:
Nike was a fleeting goddess, and always portrayed as so. Therefore, it was not a surprise she would spend one night with an upcoming star, and then leave her daughter there with him to be forgotten. Michael still held the goddess's favor, however, and rose to fame quickly, despite having now to deal with the young child Rowan)he never knew Nike was a goddess though, but a random woman who left him with what was a pest of a child at the time, but later became a blessing in his life). His sister helped out much in the early years of raising the girl. Not to say Michael was a poor father - he was a busy one. The man loved his job as a football player, and nothing was going to pull him away from that. Except for a broken spine.
When Rowan was twelve, her father was in a car accident that left him paralyzed from the waist down and stuck in a wheel chair for the rest of his life. Instantly, the change in the small family was noticeable. Rowan and Michael now got along better, for he was actually there. She never noticed how miserable he was those first few years though. As soon as she become interested in sports(Notably tennis), he became very involved and supportive, wanting her to make in to the Olympics. He had strict plans for his daughter - who never objected. Rowan was all for it, and the two were always on the same page. Victory at all costs.
At age of seventeen, it became found out that she had a weak heart and would not be able to go to such a competitive place as the Olympic games. This tore her to pieces inside, but she continued to play at school. Friendships were not existent in school until her junior year. The extreme determination she on had kept her from this. She also got her first boyfriend that year, but was dumped after three days. Her competitiveness had driven him away.
She was eighteen when things changed. She was claimed. As simple as that. Next thing she knew, she was finding out the gods were real, and a satyr was dragging her across the country. She had no clue what was happening, but went along with it. When she reached the camp everything was explained, and she did not want to believe it. But after being attacked by monsters, how could the woman not?
YOU'RE NOT A JUDGE BUT
[/color]IF YOU'RE GONNA JUDGE ME[/center]
ROLE-PAY SAMPLE:
Everyone seemed a bit fearful of something. For Nala, Augustus, and their son, August, it was fear that Pandora's sanity may have been slipping through their fingers. On the boat she just sat there, staring down on her hands which rested perfectly in her lap. The voyage was not too bad of one, all things considering. The family, with the exclusion of their adopted daughter, still worshiped the gods since they had nor wealth or power as peasants. The trip to Troy seemed like a far fetched idea for them, but it was needed. Augustus had been entrusted by his employer to watch over the goods they were sending to the walled nation. What a lovely trip for the family, he had thought. The trip to Delphi had not seemed nearly as fun, and August, his son, was due to have been leaving the family soon, but had been holding on primarily for his sister.
Pandora was helped off of the boat was it docked, and found that it felt strange not to have the ground moving underneath her feet anymore, but still felt as though she was swaying. August chuckled, seeing his sister's expression, and threw a glance back at their parents. "They're going to be busy, Sister. I have always wanted to see Troy!" Of course, he had to drag his sister into the city, knowing full well she would have stayed planted there by their parents had he not. To him, the city was full of wonderful things. The grand walls were just simply breathtaking. To her, they felt like a confinement. Inside, the people seemed lively to him. To her, they all looked sickly and pale. Their views of the worlds were so very different. The male ran along happily, taking in the sights, his sister following behind, her brown eyes glued on the ground.
Only, she stopped when a doll was flung in front of her path. Kneeling down she picked up the toy, entranced by it. It could remind any woman of their youth - when things were careless and free. Glancing up, Pandora saw a little girl, who looked pale and coughed into her small hand. The older woman slowly handed the toy back to the ill child. Suddenly, everything was silent, but only in her own head. The jar. It did this. Not her. Pandora's eyes feel back to the ground once the doll had been taken from her own hand. Standing slowly, the noise of the busy city came back. August. He had been lost. Now she stood alone, more terrified than ever. That child. A child for goodness sake! She felt like she herself was going to be ill as she clamped her eyes shut, fighting back tears. Women were not supposed to cry in public. Not grown ones. Nineteen, though, could that be considered adult? Girls got married younger.
No one noticed Pandora, though. They walked on by as the woman had images flash behind her closed eyelids of what that loathsome jar had shown her. Lifting her head and opening those brown eyes, she walked as bravely as she could manage. She looked stiff and hesitant. "August?" Her voice was over powered by the crowds though. Her feet stopped moving when she saw the burnt ruins of what had once been a temple a good ways away. It was so different in Delphi. There, the temple had been full of people with hope. A kind woman had spoken to her there. There were no kind faces in Troy. Just pale ones who seemed more interested in their work. In Delphi, the people were more healthy. Her plagues did not affect them? No, she reminded herself, they were not her's. They were the jars. Yet, the guilt weighed heavily and the images were still as vivid in her mind as they had been when she first witnessed them, when they drove her to hysterics.
This was not Delphi. The people were sick and going to die. She felt responsible, but staring at what once had been a temple would never help. Nothing would help now. She had been a victim to fate, as they all would. Eventually every mortal would die. She just feared the moment she would have to step on that boat. Would Pandora be seen as the reason so many died? Shivering, she ran far from the temple, hardly looking to where she was going. The woman just needed to be away from it. The blasted thing made her think too much. Now, farther into the town and far from where August had last been spotted, she felt even more afraid. Where were the boats? Finding Nala and Augustus would be the smartest. Only, which way was the way out? The young woman spotted a man, who looked all right enough. Plus, she highly believed that if he creeped her out, she had two choices. One. Run into the crowds. Two. Scream. They both sounded brilliant at the time.
"Sir?" Pandora's voice came out in a sort of squeak. Clearing her throat softly, she tried to smile, but it looked more like a pained expression. Talking to new people was not her forte. Two years ago it would have been simple.
Pandora was helped off of the boat was it docked, and found that it felt strange not to have the ground moving underneath her feet anymore, but still felt as though she was swaying. August chuckled, seeing his sister's expression, and threw a glance back at their parents. "They're going to be busy, Sister. I have always wanted to see Troy!" Of course, he had to drag his sister into the city, knowing full well she would have stayed planted there by their parents had he not. To him, the city was full of wonderful things. The grand walls were just simply breathtaking. To her, they felt like a confinement. Inside, the people seemed lively to him. To her, they all looked sickly and pale. Their views of the worlds were so very different. The male ran along happily, taking in the sights, his sister following behind, her brown eyes glued on the ground.
Only, she stopped when a doll was flung in front of her path. Kneeling down she picked up the toy, entranced by it. It could remind any woman of their youth - when things were careless and free. Glancing up, Pandora saw a little girl, who looked pale and coughed into her small hand. The older woman slowly handed the toy back to the ill child. Suddenly, everything was silent, but only in her own head. The jar. It did this. Not her. Pandora's eyes feel back to the ground once the doll had been taken from her own hand. Standing slowly, the noise of the busy city came back. August. He had been lost. Now she stood alone, more terrified than ever. That child. A child for goodness sake! She felt like she herself was going to be ill as she clamped her eyes shut, fighting back tears. Women were not supposed to cry in public. Not grown ones. Nineteen, though, could that be considered adult? Girls got married younger.
No one noticed Pandora, though. They walked on by as the woman had images flash behind her closed eyelids of what that loathsome jar had shown her. Lifting her head and opening those brown eyes, she walked as bravely as she could manage. She looked stiff and hesitant. "August?" Her voice was over powered by the crowds though. Her feet stopped moving when she saw the burnt ruins of what had once been a temple a good ways away. It was so different in Delphi. There, the temple had been full of people with hope. A kind woman had spoken to her there. There were no kind faces in Troy. Just pale ones who seemed more interested in their work. In Delphi, the people were more healthy. Her plagues did not affect them? No, she reminded herself, they were not her's. They were the jars. Yet, the guilt weighed heavily and the images were still as vivid in her mind as they had been when she first witnessed them, when they drove her to hysterics.
This was not Delphi. The people were sick and going to die. She felt responsible, but staring at what once had been a temple would never help. Nothing would help now. She had been a victim to fate, as they all would. Eventually every mortal would die. She just feared the moment she would have to step on that boat. Would Pandora be seen as the reason so many died? Shivering, she ran far from the temple, hardly looking to where she was going. The woman just needed to be away from it. The blasted thing made her think too much. Now, farther into the town and far from where August had last been spotted, she felt even more afraid. Where were the boats? Finding Nala and Augustus would be the smartest. Only, which way was the way out? The young woman spotted a man, who looked all right enough. Plus, she highly believed that if he creeped her out, she had two choices. One. Run into the crowds. Two. Scream. They both sounded brilliant at the time.
"Sir?" Pandora's voice came out in a sort of squeak. Clearing her throat softly, she tried to smile, but it looked more like a pained expression. Talking to new people was not her forte. Two years ago it would have been simple.
WELL SENTENCE ME TO
[/color]ANOTHER LIFE[/center]
THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY JESSIE OF DEMIGODS & MONSTERS. DO NOT STEAL/TAKE CREDIT OFF.
