Post by excalibur petrova on Nov 25, 2011 22:17:43 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px;] excalibur harlow petrova cali . 17 . female . bisexual . demigod child of hades, god of the underworld appearance: "I was born with stark black hair, pale skin and blue eyes. A mix of my mother and father. I dyed my hair blonde because I wanted to fit in more with the people in L.A. It was stupid because I didn't do it for myself, although I have to say I like the colour. All of my sister's and I did it, but now we all do our hair differently. It helps people to tell us apart for sure. My hair if flat, definitely something I get from Hades. (My mother has long, dark, and wavy hair.) I stand at five foot seven. I like my height. Not to tall and not to short. I'm skinny as a twig, only 110 pounds. Well, maybe 113. I don't way myself that often. I have a unique sense of style. I don't care what others think of me anymore. I love myself and thats what matters right? I like blues and purples the best, and when it comes to clothing I either like it or I don't. I don't say I have a sense of style. It is whatever appeals to me. Although I will say you will never catch me in a blouse or suit. Structured, 'neat' clothes are not my thing." face claim: Avril Lavigne personality: "I am not the type of girl that is approachable. People do not come up to me and comment on my hair, or clothing, or whatever else they could comment on. I have been told that I can be intimidating, and truth be told I like that. I do not have time for stupid people and their stupid problems. I do not trust people easily. Nor do I care to waste my time making friends. My family is the most important thing to me, I am dedicated and loyal to them more then anything. I'm not the most truthful person in the world, I am a bit greedy. If I want something I will do what it takes to get it. Where it means persuading others, or simply taking it. I am manipulative, and people tend not to trust me. However trust is something I look for in others, even if it is a bit ironic. I look down on others, and get enjoyment out of other people's fear. Some call me cruel, but it is my nature and I am not about to go against it. I have many of the same qualities as my father. I have a hot temper, (although not as bad as Emmeline's). If you commit a wrong against my family or I, I will get you. I have no problem causing other's pain. Revenge is my specialty. I need it. I believe that everything has a consequence, whether good or bad. I value justice and fairness. If I do not think it has been so, I will fix that myself. That means rewarding those who deserve it and punishing those who deserve it. I am also judgemental. Not insanely or anything, but enough. I classify people, especially demigods. There are some gods whose kids I tend to dislike. There are some who I tend to like more then others. I know myself well. I am observant. I watch people and things often. I have a pretty good memory and rarely forget details. Little things like body language are important in reading others, a skill I have found important over the years. I can't stand being bored. Having nothing to do is the worst. I avoid it as much as possible as it makes me very irritable to feel that way. I am not over the death of my sister. I am harsh, cruel, and cold towards others. Why should I be anything else? I am a child of Hades, people do not believe he is part of Olympus so why would they think I am a part of the camp? The only person that cares for me is my brother. He is the only person who is important to me. I tend to push people away more then I bring them close. I like to bring fear to the eyes of others. However, if I am your friend I will stick by you, as long as you do the same. Do not ever stab me in the back or you will regret it. I would be happy living my life without inferiors in it. If you don't like me, that's fine, but I don't need to hear about it. I like power and wealth. I am a daughter of Hades, and I wouldn't want that to be any different." likes: ~ night time ~ dogs, cats, serpents ~ fairness/justice ~ loyal people ~ instilling fear in others dislikes: ~ people that think they are better then her ~ disrespect towards her or her brother ~ overly happy people ~ excessive vanity and pride ~ being bored/ having nothing to do strengths: ~Observant ~Persuasive ~Fair weaknesses: ~Blunt ~Sarcastic ~Untrusting fears: ~ For her family's safety. ~ An uneventful existence ~ Getting in her own way. fatal flaw: Vengeance: When her or her family has been wronged she needs revenge and will not rest until she has it. weapons: Celestial bronze sword, and and adamantine dagger. magical items: Enchanted Silver Sapphire Pendant and Demantoid Garnet Ring. Given by Hades as a gift. Like those given to her siblings, the ring gives her the ability to become invisible. Just like the helmet of Hades. hometown: Los Angeles, California parent: Victoria Petrova sibling(s): Everett Petrova, Emmeline Petrova (deceased), Dimitri Jackson (Half-Brother) other: Tyler Jackson (Step-Father) pet(s): Czechoslovakian Wolfdog, age 2, Named Oliver. history: "My mother was born and raised in Russia. It was only when she was offered a job that she couldn't refuse that she came over to America. Truth be told, I never really cared about my mother's history. I never asked about her family or how she adjusted to a new country. Now I see how important family history is, who wouldn't in a situation like mine? My brother Everett was the smart one of the three of us. Did I mention I am a triplet? We were born on the thirteenth of January. I'm the eldest followed by Everett, and then Emmeline. I grew up in Los Angeles, California. It is where we were all born. When most people thing of L.A, they think of the celebrities, media, money, fame...The list goes on and on. However, there was a reason we were raised there. The population is large, and if you are off the radar then it is basically like you do not exist. Thats what my mother needed when she got pregnant. A big city to hide in. My mother was not one for love. She believed in it sure, but she never went looking for it. It wasn't on her bucket list so to speak. As the story goes with every mortal woman who is 'wooed' by a god, he made her look. She caught his eye, and he vowed to catch her heart. He told her his name was Harrison, at least until he knew her better. That is when she found out he was not who he said he was, but much more. My mother was the Mistress of the Lord of the Dead. The greek Lord of the Dead. The One of Many Names, King of the Underworld.... Hades. Hades is my father. No I have never met him in person, yes that makes me a Demigod. My siblings and I did not learn the truth until our tenth birthday, until then my mother had just said our father couldn't be around. He lived too far away. We did not believe her at first, but it did explain quite a few things. My siblings and I are fluent in English and Russian, and it was a challenge. I was diagnosed with ADHD when I was younger, along with Everett and Emmeline. Dyslexia followed year or two afterwards. We were different. People labeled us as weird. The only friends we had for the longest time were each other. There are many things in the Underworld that comes in threes. The Erinyes, Cerberus's heads, the Moeraes, or the three parts of the Underworld itself. It makes sense to me that we are a package of three. We are the pieces of a puzzle, we understood each other completely. When we turned eleven our mother married. His name was Tyler. With him my mother had our half-brother, Dimitri. I love that boy to death, my siblings do as well (although Emmeline had a hard time when he first came around). Not long after that my mother decided the best thing to do was for us to go to Camp-Halfblood. It wasn't the first time I had heard of it. It was for our safety and the safety of my family. My mother had known we would be sent there eventually, but with the birth of Dimi she just couldn't sit around and wait for something bad to happen before she sent us there. Her plan didn't work to well. Bad things happen to everyone, although I know what happens to Demigods is worse then that which happens to mortals. Everett, Emmeline and I were best friends. If you asked us then about each other, we would have said that we couldn't picture life without each other. However we soon would be forced to. That year when we turned thirteen we were each sent a gift from out father. We each received a demantoid garnet ring with a power like that of Hades helmet. Invisibility. Emmeline and I received something extra, and at the time we did not know why. I received a sapphire pendant, and she a ruby pendant. It felt good to be connected to out other parent for once. It was in april that we were compromised. Walking in the city, the three of us were attacked. To be honest I do not remember much. It all happened so quickly, and I felt so defenceless. The three of us escaped, I don't remember how. We all came out battered and bruised, but Emmeline was the worst. She lost so much blood, and by the time she reached the hospital she had bleed out. Everett and I were devastated, now forced to live life without her. The sapphire's energies are for power, love and healing. It is supposed to help one keep a clear mind. It helps with clear perception and observation. It is the 'Stone of Destiny.' I see why it was given to me now, for moments like this when we are clouded by thoughts. Everett is wrathful, Emmeline was jealous, I am vengeful. I need a clear mind to do what I need to do. Emmeline's pendant remains hidden at the camp. Rubies are for protection and are symbols of vitality and royalty. My sister is in my heart, and one day someone will pay for her death. Mother wasted no time in sending us away. We were welcomed at the camp, but I didn't feel joyful. I holed myself away. Connecting with no one, my brother my single friend. I have been in Camp Half-Bloodever since, we don't go home. Tyler doesn't know about us, neither does Dimitri. It is hard, but I know I have to let my mother live her life. I know she loves me, and I am nothing if not a fair judge of character. I have my brother and to me that is all that matters." rp sample: Everything seemed to pass in a blur for Kie. Her gaze flicked from one place to another, learning all she could about Fort Knorr. It was a large place. It was a busy place, and it was different then what she was used to. However she was nothing if not adaptable. The sounds of many different voice floated through her ears as Mark lead her on, and while bits and pieces may have been about her, none was directed to her. Kie stayed silent, and slowly dealt with the pain that was mounting in her head. They came to the cells, where Mark exchanged a few words with some of the men there. The jangle of a few keys, and Kie was in a cold room. She watched and waited until Mark was out of sight. Then -grateful for the end of the journey to have come- she made her way over to one of the corners. She leaned against the wall for a few moments -taking in her surroundings- and then slid down. Resting on the floor, she finally let another expression take hold on her face besides anger. She had been an idiot. Look where she was! Looking back over the events that occurred, she knew why she had done what she had. No matter the outcome, she knew that she would not have changed anything. Yes, the magic had not been the smartest idea. Maybe she should have kept more control of herself. However this was it. Kie dwelled on many past events. But rarely were they her own. Her history made her who she was, but it was not important for her to continue to think of them. "Okay," She muttered to herself in Dheynorian. Time to deal with the present. Kie had become accustomed to the burning and aching in her feet, but Tynan was getting further away. All of her pains would be accentuated soon, so she figured it was best to deal with them. She sat butterfly on the cell floor. The biggest issue would be infection, she thought to herself. The last thing she needed was an onset of fever. The cuts on the bottom of her feet were the worst. Followed by those on her calves made by the sand, dirt and rocks that had flown up a few inches. If there was anything good about cells, it was that they tended to be unclean. They held mold, and other filth that thrived in the area. And why did it thrive? Moisture. Kie smiled and laughed to herself. She closed her eyes and searched. She could feel the water dispersed throughout the space around her, and placing her left hand on the ground she called to it. She used no words, but let the draw she felt for the element do the work. Tiny streams of water came from many directions. There wasn't much, but enough gathered from a good radius. It gathered in a small puddle, and she left it holding in that shape while she used her hands to splash a bit up onto her feet. The water was not that clean, but she had to conserve her energy. Tynan was not near enough for her to borrow his energy, and she was already weak enough herself. She was able to wash the blood off and some of the dirt, mainly off of the cuts. She then let the water flow away, back to the crevices from which it had come. "Well it is better then it could have been." She muttered once more. It was easier for her then, she was happy that no one had conducted a search on her. Kie had not taken many things with her when she had gone into the West. But she had slipped a couple tiny vials into her clothing. Two to be exact. One contained a sample of a potion she had brewed from regenerative plant, while the other was crushed poppy seeds. She rubbed the first onto her skin, and the cuts stopped bleeding and closed. They were clearly still fresh cuts, however they did not sting as much and they looked a tad less gruesome. The second vile she dared not use yet. Poppy seeds were good for pain. And while she would have been happy to have used them at that point, she knew she would much rather have them later. Her head was already pulsing. She hated the feeling. Having surpassed the emotional discomfort, Kie suspected Ty was also feeling the effects of being separate from his bond mate. She sat in the same position for while longer. Kie would have been content for an even more extended period of time, however she was interrupted. She heard voices, but didn't look up until the cell door was opened. The woman walked in cautiously. She had been told then, of what Kie had done. She introduced herself in Dheynorian, and said she was a healer. Kie was surprised to say the least, in all honesty she would not have done the same. The health of captives was not something she considered important. The Healer took a few vials from her own bag, and went up to Kie. She obviously intended to heal her, had she never heard of requesting permission? The woman's face changed slowly, to a look of utter confusion that Kie could not help but enjoy. "Yes." Kie responded, "I did myself." Kie spoke calmly. All anger had left her, although she was a bit irritated at the woman before her. Kie took help from few people, and this woman hadn't even asked. Kie winced slightly as a sharp pain short through her head. Hurry up Ty, was all she thought. *** Tynan's wings cut through the air easily. Being held up with nothing to control you was the greatest feeling in the world. It had not been long since he had seen Kie-Liana enter the Tiger's domain, but he had covered a good distance. He was weaker then he usually was. Kie was not near him. She was as much a piece of his strength as anything. It hurt to be away from her. The pain he could tolerate, he was stronger the she was. However that was it. She was not as strong in that sense. They were both a half. Kie could endure emotional pain much better. She wasn't the type of girl to suffer a broken heart, or death of a loved one. She did not fear being alone. Tynan could fly for miles without tiring, function with a large injury, and think clearly above his emotions. However he knew she would be fine. She was smart, and he knew her better then anyone. He would fly to the South. Surely someone would realize something was wrong. He could do nothing more then get them to look. And then he could return to his beautiful rider, and they would work through all obstacles together. cali . none . 7 years . Charles Beckendorf |
