Post by september lafayette on Dec 1, 2011 21:50:24 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px;] september arias lafayette seppie . 17 . female . heterosexual . demigod child of demeter, goddess of harvest, fertility, grain, and agriculture appearance: The first thing you notice about September is her angry or sulking expression on her face. She never seems to smile and even when she does, it doesn't seem natural, more of a plastered grin many celebrities have. September just doesn't like to smile that much. She has an oval shaped profile with large greenish hazel eyes. Her hair is usually end around her shoulders. It's slightly wavy, with a few highlights and red streaks. Her build isn't very special. She is 5'5" in height, and weighs 130 lbs. September isn't very buff, nor is she extremely... large. She's slim and agile, two attributes needed for fighting, and pretty fit. She's pretty strong, with some more muscle mass than others. September has fairly long legs that take up more distance when running, so she's sort of faster sometimes. September has good hand-eye coordination but still needs practice to be better. Her aim is a bit iffy though, most likely because of her awkward arms. September dresses differently than you'd think. Her style is a mix between punk and rebel. Ripped jeans, leather jacket, red streaks in her hair, etc. She wears ripped skinny and flare jeans almost everyday, if not every week. Anything else is a no-no. She has a bunch of leather jackets in her suitcase that is kept to "like new" condition. She is extremely protective of her jackets and if someone gets any dirt or grime on it at all, September will go all foliage-freak on them. She is against makeup but is all for accessories. Skull necklaces, silver bands, etc. Despite most of her clothes are ripped, dingy, and punk, September does have two or three dresses that she wears on very special occasions. She has several pairs of kick-ass boots which stick to her feet like glue. She will never take them off, but like the rare dresses in her suitcase, there are also the rare heels and flats she brought along. Why? Secretly, September likes the floral designs on her dresses and she loves to dress-up. But because of her facade as a snappy sulking girl, she keeps that information under wraps. face claim: emma roberts personality: September has a fiery attitude; impatient and sharp-tongued, she is always on the fast-track. She never talks to anyone and when she does, nothing nice comes out. September usually seems to avoid human contact and stays hidden from the rest of the camp. While out alone, she usually talks to the plants around her or visit the pegasi. If someone happened to find her alone, most think that she’s crazy muttering to herself, but then September would most likely snap at them with insults to get them to leave. If there is one thing that September hates, it’s losing. She’s the kind of girl that will do her best to win, even if it means getting severely hurt or injured. The only reason why she tries to win all the time is because September always feels like she has to prove herself to others. If she loses at something, she will remember it for the next year or so, trying to win as much as possible to compensate for the loss. More often than not, September annoys the bejeebers out of her own half-siblings and other campers because of her competitiveness. Most of the time, she usually just challenges her half-siblings to a “cook-out duel” and the rest of the campers to sword-fighting or something related to hand-to-hand combat. When she does win from time to time, September will never let it go. She’s the kind of person that will remind your of your loss and rub it in your face every second of every minute everyday. She doesn’t care if you don’t mind that you lost, she just wants to make a point: she has proven herself to you that she’s better. Now it seems as though September is a competitive isolated freak, but she does have her charms too. She is incredibly trustworthy. She can be trusted with your deepest darkest secrets, and will hold them until her grave. September is very loyal to her friends, and wouldn’t risk losing their friendship for anything in the world. She’s very awkward as a flirt, since she never talks with someone long enough to form a stronger bond. The reason being is because September is afraid that they might start to judge her more harshly and she’s scared that she might get hurt in the process. It would take a whole lot of talking and time to be allowed inside her outer shell. She puts up this façade as a tough and sarcastic girl to prevent being degraded and wounded as a person. likes: cooking, animals (especially lions), chocolate (who doesn't like chocolate?), drawing, great grandma Gaia, water, sunshine, and all that plant hoopla, winning dislikes: wilting plants, droughts, natural disasters, how people always judge her, losing, dogs (just not a dog person) strengths: her fierce loyalty, cooking, hand-to-hand combat skills, gardening weaknesses: being called a whore because of her french descent (some how, people have gotten the notion that French women are prostitutes), developing feelings too soon too fast, keeping a grudge for a very |
fears: being judged publicly, drowning, being eaten alive, publicly embarrassed
fatal flaw: she cannot restrain her urge to snap at somebody. She will, if given the chance, die before submitting to anything at all.
weapons: a katana that if banged against a hard surface, can turn in to a spatula.
magical items: a gardening shovel that if used to plant something, the seed will grown three times as fast and double in size when ripe.
hometown: born in Paris but moved to Cincinnati, Connecticut when she was one.
parent: wilter marquis lafayette (deceased)
sibling(s): excluding her half-siblings, Marshal Noir Lafayette (older)
other: grandma Sookie & Grandpappy Jonny (both are deceased)
pet(s): had a tabby, Poffana, but she sadly died after her father did. now she has a ginger American Shorthair, whom she calls Christian the Lion-Cat.
history: It all started like this:
Wilter walked through the rows of exotic plants, as he scanned pot after pot after pot after pot in awe. So many different colors and scents, in so little time! The seminar ends in 20 minutes, and Wilter still has not seen the Venus Fly-trap, the Adenia Frutiscoa, and the ENTIRE passionflower family! He had his checklist in one hand and a pen in another, as he walked down the aisle, glancing from side to side, checking off plants as he determined what they were. "Clivia 'Happy Face', Clivia Robusta, Huernia Zebrina," Wilter muttered under his breath, while he placed a check mark beside each plant name. Continuing this procedure, Wilter did not notice that was head straight for a young woman gazing at each plant. Walking briskly, Wilter stumbled as he hit the young woman.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Wilter said, red faced with embarrassment. He tried to smooth his black hair, guiltily running his fingers through those strands on his head. "I didn't mean to bump into you. I was too busy checking off my list of plants I HAVE to see before I leave this seminar. Just another avid plant fanatic. Wilter added, smiling sheepishly. The young woman just chuckled softly, blushing furiously. "No, no. It's fine. It was my fault I didn't realize I was in your way." She smiled a brilliant smile, pearly white teeth gleaming. Voluminous dark brown hair fell softly into large curls around her shoulders. "I'm an avid gardener back at home too." Brushing a few stray stands of hair, the young woman looked down with slight embarrassment. With that said, both young adults walked past each other without another word.
After the seminar had ended, Wilter went out to find that beautiful young woman. He wanted to just see her face again. Sifting through the large crowd of garden fanatics, he saw her head bobbing away, towards the door. Sprinting after her, Wilter managed to skid across the floor in front of the young woman, stopping her in her tracks. "Sorry, for startling you, but I was wonder would you like to get some coffee with me? My name is Wilter, by the way. Wilter Lafayette." The young woman smiled. She smiled at this mortal who had taken an interest in her. She smiled because this man seemed to be just what she was looking for, on her visit to the mortal world. "Sure. I'd love a cup of coffee. Nice to meet you, Wilter. I'm Demeter. Demeter Robeus." Wilter looked at her strangely for a split second before saying, "You mean Demeter like the Greek goddess of plants and harvest?" Demeter nodded. "Yes. My parents named me that because ever since I was a small child, I loved to plant. They said I was born with a green thumb." Wilter nodded, but didn't say anything. He smiled broadly at this woman and extended his arm. Demeter took it gratefully and the two of them were off, hand in hand.
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That fateful coffee day went brilliantly. Wilter invited Demeter again and again and again to dinners, movies and of course, coffee breaks together. Soon, their friendship grew into romance. One night, Wilter decided he would round 3rd base, so he asked Demeter if she would like to stay in his apartment for the night, as it was getting late. She accepted. Soon, she was living in HIS apartment, instead of living in HER house.
A few weeks later, Demeter vanished. It was as if she had never came to be. No phone records, no missing person's report, nothing. Wilter searched from East to West, North to South to find his love. No avail. He gave up after about a year and a half of searching. That's when a miracle came. On a cold fall night, Wilter heard a knocking on his door. When he opened it, there was nobody there, except for a little basket. Looking inside was a baby girl fast asleep, holding a little piece of paper. Reading it, Wilter could not believe his eyes. It said that the Demeter he had met long ago, was the actual goddess, Demeter. The note also had said that the baby was their daughter, and had advice on where to take September, now that she was born a demigod. The piece of paper advised that she be taken to Camp Half-Blood to be safe from the horrid monsters that are now tracking her down. This was a great joy to him, since he also had a son that was conceived out of Demeter: Marshal Noir Lafayette.
Wilter cared for September (and Marshal) as best as he could. He lasted about 10 years without troublesome monsters. After September's 10th birthday, that's when things went awry. He noticed September was shaking at night, covered in sweat, as if she was weak from a vigorous run or exercise. She would also scream as soon as she woke up squealing that their were 'mutants' above her. Wilter decided that the best thing to do was to take both his children to Camp Half-Blood immediately.
Driving there was a problem. It was a long way until Long Island, and the Lafayette's lived in Connecticut. It took several days, through his mini cooper, and many monsters began to follow them. On the last day, when they were just outside camp, the Lafayette’s were attacked. A hellhound, a chimaera, and a lion mauled the poor mini cooper. A satyr trotted outside with a band of campers to keep the monster at bay, while September, Marshal and their father raced up the hill. Wilter couldn't go through the boundaries, but September and Marshal could. He tossed them inside to a satyr, to be taken to Chiron. That was the last time they ever saw each other again. As Wilter watched September and Marshal slip away into the midst of the academy, the monsters grabbed him and killed him.
September had no recollection of the happenings. All she could remember was the warm face of her father, the last image of him right before his untimely death. But as soon as she was placed into the camp grounds, her mind blanked. It was so big, so bright, and so awkward! The Demeter cabin took her interest right away. She was fascinated by the plants the twined about the quaint little cabin, and the lovely Azelias on the front window. The Demeter kids welcomed her into the cabin, as they saw to not deprive such a young child of her fascination. As soon as September stepped foot into the cabin, she was claimed by Demeter herself. She became the daughter of Demeter, and was welcomed heartily by her sisters and brothers. September didn't understand what was happening, but she liked the mini party.
September stayed in Camp Half-Blood since. She had never set foot out of the boundaries, though she longs for adventure out there.
rp sample:
Hurdles?
Check.
Poisonous Scorpion ambush?
Check.
Pegasi Racing?
Check.
Flaming snake demon? Pegasi Diving? And Sword Fighting?
Check, check, and check.
September bent down, and stretched her legs. She didn't want to, but she had to. Had to do what? She had to do the obstacle course, which consisted of several death traps in which you had to get out of. I know, impossible right? Well, this is Half-Blood Academy. Deal with it. Seppie sighed. She hadn't even started the race yet, and she was already sweating through her clothes. The brand new cami her mom got her, in the shade of a pretty oceanic blue turned into a dingy dark navy-black blue. And her jeans. Man, Seppie wished she had worn shorts today. They were so tight, that it was hard to even walk in these things, let alone run. But those were the only GOOD looking pairs she had, since the other ones were a bit too floral for her liking. Well, her mom WAS the goddess of harvest and all things floral, so go figure.
The sun was beating down on her face, with hard rays of blinding light. "By the gods! Apollo, will you shut your lights up?" Seppie muttered under her breath. In turn, as if he had heard her, the sun shined even brighter. Shaking her head, Seppie sighed. Thanks a lot, she thought. Jogging in place, slowly to get her adrenaline up, she doused herself with a water bottle. A sword was strapped to her waist, as it jangled up and down in an annoying clatter of clangs. A satyr was at her side, giving her a small pep talk, though she wasn't listening at all. Just listen to your own guts, and you'll be fine, she thought. September groaned inwardly yet again. Why couldn't they had let her just fight against somebody, or send her on a quest instead of making her walk to her own death?
September look around her. She was the only one here so far, though in a distance she could see another camper coming up. Squinting her eyes, Seppie could make out just the general outline of the camper's face, though she was sure the camper was a guy. Well, at least there is SOME competition, she thought to herself.
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