Post by Evie Bradshaw on Oct 20, 2013 20:56:02 GMT -7
EVELYN JANE BRADSHAW
FEMALE , 15 , DECEMBER THIRTY-FIRST , DEMIGOD , HETEROSEXUAL , HUBRIS
FEMALE , 15 , DECEMBER THIRTY-FIRST , DEMIGOD , HETEROSEXUAL , HUBRIS
PLAY-BY: chloe grace moretz
HAIR: Long, dark blonde, messy.
EYES: light grey
OTHER FEATURES:
HAIR: Long, dark blonde, messy.
EYES: light grey
OTHER FEATURES:
SHE'S A LADY AND LADIES SHOULDN'T BE MESSED WITH.
clever, head-strong, prideful, strategic, logical, intelligent, vulgar, independent, sarcastic.
Hailing from Massachusetts, Evie is the perfect image of the stereotypical "Boston Strong" mind-set. The thick, rough accent, the blunt, no nonsense attitude, the readiness to show off, flashiness, and all. On top of that, she fits in pretty well with the other children of Athena: intelligent, proud, quick-thinking, and full of wit.
LIKES: sports, her father, strategizing, winning (at anything), reading.
DISLIKES: her mother, arrogance, being wrong, losing, boredom.
STRENGTHS: creating strategies, thinking quickly, determination.
WEAKNESSES: stubborn, prideful, archery.
FEARS: spiders. her father forgetting her. her father dying.
POWERS: Other than being an extremely talented strategist, thanks to her mother, Evie doesn't have any powers that she is personally aware of.
DID YOU SCREAM ENOUGH TO MAKE HER CRY? BABY, DON'T RETURN TO ME IF YOU DON'T THINK I'M WORTH YOUR TIME.
GODLY PARENT: Athena
BIRTH PARENT: Nathan Bradshaw :: 39 :: Car Mechanic ::
STEP-PARENT(S):
SIBLINGS:
Nathan Bradshaw could never really understand why such a beautiful, intelligent woman like Shelby Marks would ever give him the time of day. She was beyond him, way beyond; while she was from the upper class, he sat firmly in the lower middle class. She was an educated woman; he'd barely made it out of high school. She was amazing in everything she did, could have had any man she wanted and held an endless supply of knowledge in that mind of hers; he was a coarse, rough and tough mechanic who rode a run-down motorcycle and couldn't bother to comb his hair. Even if he could and would never quite believe the possibility of he and she being a them, it didn't stop him from pursuing the lovely woman with everything he had.
Nathan had expected the obvious - embarrassment, humiliation, refusal, and above all, rejection. He was surprised, however, when Shelby returned his own interest. The two got along quite well, and he spent months fawning over the beautiful lady. Every now and then, Shelby would disappear for short periods of time. She'd told Nathan that she worked as an assistant for a big company, and every so often her boss required her to accompany him on trips around the state. Nathan bought it easily. There was no reason to believe she wasn't who she was saying she was, after all.
For months, Shelby and he had spent much of their time together. Going on dates, relaxing at his own apartment, pouring over things like music and books every now and then. Nathan was wholly convinced that it was love. All the talking late at night, waking up to each other in the morning and laughing themselves throughout the day and right back to sleep - it must be what love felt like, he decided. He spent his life's savings (which really wasn't that much, between being in his early twenties and working part time waiting tables)and bought a ring.
He had it all planned out.
The fancy dinner - he'd borrowed money from a pal for that. Booked a whole restaurant for just the two of them. Lovely waiters, aging wine, heavily scented roses and the ring box tucked into the pocket of his rented suit; the entire cliche package. Nathan went home to pick Shelby up for their surprise date. She wasn't there, which was a total surprise in itself. He called her. No answer. Texted her. Nothing. Called the company she'd said she'd worked with, hoping she might have had to pull a few extra hours for her boss. They swore up and down that no Shelby Marks did, or had ever, worked there.
He waited, for hours, staring at the door, waiting for her to walk in. She never did. The date was forgotten about. At first, he was angry. He was upset that she'd decided to play hooky, upset that the night was ruined. As he sat, thinking, however, his anger was quickly replaced by worry. Fear. Anxiety. Soon, Nathan was on the phone with the police. He reported one Shelby Marks, about 5'6", blonde hair, grey eyes, twenty-one or so, as missing.
Before he even got the chance to throw up missing persons posters, call around and seek out help, there was a slow, deliberate knock on the front door of his apartment. In the middle of a phone call with another police department, Nathan slammed the receiver down and raced to the door.
----
Evie grew up a little differently than most children, mortals and demigods alike. By the time she was seven, she knew everything and anything about cars and how they worked, what made them run. Every model and maker; the best and the worst; what was to be admired and what was to be scoffed at. Of course, with a thirst for reading like hers and only car manuals to devour, that wasn't too unexpected of the young child.
She lived with her dad and her dad alone. She was told her mother had died long ago, some kind of car crash that hadn't been nearly big enough to radar on the Boston news. Evie never bothered to question her dad about it. She'd learned quickly enough that it was a touchy subject for him, and she was never one to purposely upset her father. He was her hero, after all. Her mom and her dad (although a lousy mom). She didn't need two parents, she decided at a young age.
School was fairly easy for Evie, academically speaking. She flew through every class with no problem at all. It was the behavior that caused most of the trouble. Her school, sitting right next to an elite academy for the snobbier children of Boston, was shabby, to say the least. Teachers who didn't care at all; didn't mind if their children never paid attention in class, didn't mind if they wouldn't listen to any of the rules that were loosely set in place, and certainly didn't care if they beat the snot out of each other in the school yard in between classes. There was definitely nothing that could cause them to give the bullying that happened on both school grounds a second glance.
Every lunch and break period, the richer kids would have their fun messing with those on the other side of the yard. Most of the poorer students, they tried to mind their own business, did their best to ignore their teases, tried to avoid the push and shove games the snobs would pull them into. Evie wasn't too keen on the idea of letting them walk all over her, though. Her father had taught her quite a lot about pride and ego. He had one, he knew she had one. And Nathan was well aware of the Bradshaws history of ill-temper.
On a daily basis, Nathan was confronted with angry calls from prissy parents whose children had faced Evie in a fight, upset that their little darlings had come home with a scratch or two. The offices were never too happy with their own conversations with these sorts of mommies and daddies, so oftentimes, Evie was stuffed into detention with other sorts of misfits.
Most of the time, Nathan was extremely proud of his daughter. Academically, of course, but also, she reminded him a lot of himself when he was younger. He would never say it to her, but he didn't quite mind the angry phone calls. Knowing his daughter could fend for herself, knowing she had such a strong mind, brought a sense of peace to him, especially when what was inevitable was just around the corner by this time.
On her twelfth birthday, just after Evie's grandparents and aunts and uncles had all gone home, her dad had sat her down to have a little talk. He told her about her mother. It was surprising to hear, not just because of the ridiculous tales weaved into what he was telling her, but also because she'd never known her father to even speak the word "mom" without completely shutting down. But he begged her to believe him, everything he was saying. About her mother, how she was some sort of goddess. A Greek goddess, like Evie had read about so often at school. Her dad said she needed to leave, to go to a camp. Immediately, she was against it. Nothing was going to make her leave, she would never cave. Evie argued with her father relentlessly, but soon, he set his foot down. There was no getting out of it, she realized, when he was packing her belongings into several suitcases.
For a long time, after arriving at the camp, Evie refused to speak to her father. Every letter was shredded, every call ignored. She was angry at him for making her leave. For awhile, she was convinced he'd only sent her here to get rid of her. When the school year came back around, after the summer was over, she refused to go home, and stayed at camp. Around that time, Evie was officially claimed by Athena, besides the claim at birth. She'd been sleeping on the floor of the Hermes cabin, although she'd already been told who her mother was by her dad. As she started to forgive him, however, she moved into Athena's cabin, and opened up to her dad once again.
BIRTH PARENT: Nathan Bradshaw :: 39 :: Car Mechanic ::
STEP-PARENT(S):
SIBLINGS:
Nathan Bradshaw could never really understand why such a beautiful, intelligent woman like Shelby Marks would ever give him the time of day. She was beyond him, way beyond; while she was from the upper class, he sat firmly in the lower middle class. She was an educated woman; he'd barely made it out of high school. She was amazing in everything she did, could have had any man she wanted and held an endless supply of knowledge in that mind of hers; he was a coarse, rough and tough mechanic who rode a run-down motorcycle and couldn't bother to comb his hair. Even if he could and would never quite believe the possibility of he and she being a them, it didn't stop him from pursuing the lovely woman with everything he had.
Nathan had expected the obvious - embarrassment, humiliation, refusal, and above all, rejection. He was surprised, however, when Shelby returned his own interest. The two got along quite well, and he spent months fawning over the beautiful lady. Every now and then, Shelby would disappear for short periods of time. She'd told Nathan that she worked as an assistant for a big company, and every so often her boss required her to accompany him on trips around the state. Nathan bought it easily. There was no reason to believe she wasn't who she was saying she was, after all.
For months, Shelby and he had spent much of their time together. Going on dates, relaxing at his own apartment, pouring over things like music and books every now and then. Nathan was wholly convinced that it was love. All the talking late at night, waking up to each other in the morning and laughing themselves throughout the day and right back to sleep - it must be what love felt like, he decided. He spent his life's savings (which really wasn't that much, between being in his early twenties and working part time waiting tables)and bought a ring.
He had it all planned out.
The fancy dinner - he'd borrowed money from a pal for that. Booked a whole restaurant for just the two of them. Lovely waiters, aging wine, heavily scented roses and the ring box tucked into the pocket of his rented suit; the entire cliche package. Nathan went home to pick Shelby up for their surprise date. She wasn't there, which was a total surprise in itself. He called her. No answer. Texted her. Nothing. Called the company she'd said she'd worked with, hoping she might have had to pull a few extra hours for her boss. They swore up and down that no Shelby Marks did, or had ever, worked there.
He waited, for hours, staring at the door, waiting for her to walk in. She never did. The date was forgotten about. At first, he was angry. He was upset that she'd decided to play hooky, upset that the night was ruined. As he sat, thinking, however, his anger was quickly replaced by worry. Fear. Anxiety. Soon, Nathan was on the phone with the police. He reported one Shelby Marks, about 5'6", blonde hair, grey eyes, twenty-one or so, as missing.
Before he even got the chance to throw up missing persons posters, call around and seek out help, there was a slow, deliberate knock on the front door of his apartment. In the middle of a phone call with another police department, Nathan slammed the receiver down and raced to the door.
----
Evie grew up a little differently than most children, mortals and demigods alike. By the time she was seven, she knew everything and anything about cars and how they worked, what made them run. Every model and maker; the best and the worst; what was to be admired and what was to be scoffed at. Of course, with a thirst for reading like hers and only car manuals to devour, that wasn't too unexpected of the young child.
She lived with her dad and her dad alone. She was told her mother had died long ago, some kind of car crash that hadn't been nearly big enough to radar on the Boston news. Evie never bothered to question her dad about it. She'd learned quickly enough that it was a touchy subject for him, and she was never one to purposely upset her father. He was her hero, after all. Her mom and her dad (although a lousy mom). She didn't need two parents, she decided at a young age.
School was fairly easy for Evie, academically speaking. She flew through every class with no problem at all. It was the behavior that caused most of the trouble. Her school, sitting right next to an elite academy for the snobbier children of Boston, was shabby, to say the least. Teachers who didn't care at all; didn't mind if their children never paid attention in class, didn't mind if they wouldn't listen to any of the rules that were loosely set in place, and certainly didn't care if they beat the snot out of each other in the school yard in between classes. There was definitely nothing that could cause them to give the bullying that happened on both school grounds a second glance.
Every lunch and break period, the richer kids would have their fun messing with those on the other side of the yard. Most of the poorer students, they tried to mind their own business, did their best to ignore their teases, tried to avoid the push and shove games the snobs would pull them into. Evie wasn't too keen on the idea of letting them walk all over her, though. Her father had taught her quite a lot about pride and ego. He had one, he knew she had one. And Nathan was well aware of the Bradshaws history of ill-temper.
On a daily basis, Nathan was confronted with angry calls from prissy parents whose children had faced Evie in a fight, upset that their little darlings had come home with a scratch or two. The offices were never too happy with their own conversations with these sorts of mommies and daddies, so oftentimes, Evie was stuffed into detention with other sorts of misfits.
Most of the time, Nathan was extremely proud of his daughter. Academically, of course, but also, she reminded him a lot of himself when he was younger. He would never say it to her, but he didn't quite mind the angry phone calls. Knowing his daughter could fend for herself, knowing she had such a strong mind, brought a sense of peace to him, especially when what was inevitable was just around the corner by this time.
On her twelfth birthday, just after Evie's grandparents and aunts and uncles had all gone home, her dad had sat her down to have a little talk. He told her about her mother. It was surprising to hear, not just because of the ridiculous tales weaved into what he was telling her, but also because she'd never known her father to even speak the word "mom" without completely shutting down. But he begged her to believe him, everything he was saying. About her mother, how she was some sort of goddess. A Greek goddess, like Evie had read about so often at school. Her dad said she needed to leave, to go to a camp. Immediately, she was against it. Nothing was going to make her leave, she would never cave. Evie argued with her father relentlessly, but soon, he set his foot down. There was no getting out of it, she realized, when he was packing her belongings into several suitcases.
For a long time, after arriving at the camp, Evie refused to speak to her father. Every letter was shredded, every call ignored. She was angry at him for making her leave. For awhile, she was convinced he'd only sent her here to get rid of her. When the school year came back around, after the summer was over, she refused to go home, and stayed at camp. Around that time, Evie was officially claimed by Athena, besides the claim at birth. She'd been sleeping on the floor of the Hermes cabin, although she'd already been told who her mother was by her dad. As she started to forgive him, however, she moved into Athena's cabin, and opened up to her dad once again.
ISABELLA , JUST GOT INTO IT LAST MONTH, YES MA'AM
Avalon was bored. She'd been bored all morning - there was absolutely nothing for her to do around camp. Well, there was, but nothing that sounded appealing... So technically, there really was something for her to do but she was too bored to do it. To try to cure the terrible boredom, she had decided to go for a walk around the camp in search of somebody to talk to or something appealing to do. There had to be something she could do to entertain herself, or someone she could hang out with to keep her mind busy.
Ava crossed her arms over her stomach as she wandered away from the Fireworks Beach, disappointed that she hadn't found anybody there. She kicked at a rock with the tip of her shoe, letting a long breath out between her teeth. She was getting more and more frustrated - she hated boredom like most people did, but she also began to feel a bit useless when she had nothing to do or to occupy her time. She'd walked around the whole camp by now, but she'd had no luck in finding something to do. That was a little ridiculous, considering the huge number of campers and activities, but somehow she had managed to remain bored and lonely. So she continued her little pity party waltz, tossing the small rock between her feet as she came closer and closer to the Volleyball Court.
Ahead of her, a group of kids were in the middle of a series of games. There weren't many people, but they just kept starting new games each time one ended rather quickly. Ava watched on as the little leather ball sailed over the net, hitting against the outstretched palm of a waiting camper. It bounced off of the girls hand and jumped over the net to the other side, dropping down into the blow of another boy. The white ball flew away again, this time hitting the sandy ground with a solid thud. A chorus of boos and yays erupted from the respectful sides of the court, and someone yelled out to start a new game. Avalon stepped forward a bit. "Hey guys," She called out, "do you all mind if I join?"
Ava crossed her arms over her stomach as she wandered away from the Fireworks Beach, disappointed that she hadn't found anybody there. She kicked at a rock with the tip of her shoe, letting a long breath out between her teeth. She was getting more and more frustrated - she hated boredom like most people did, but she also began to feel a bit useless when she had nothing to do or to occupy her time. She'd walked around the whole camp by now, but she'd had no luck in finding something to do. That was a little ridiculous, considering the huge number of campers and activities, but somehow she had managed to remain bored and lonely. So she continued her little pity party waltz, tossing the small rock between her feet as she came closer and closer to the Volleyball Court.
Ahead of her, a group of kids were in the middle of a series of games. There weren't many people, but they just kept starting new games each time one ended rather quickly. Ava watched on as the little leather ball sailed over the net, hitting against the outstretched palm of a waiting camper. It bounced off of the girls hand and jumped over the net to the other side, dropping down into the blow of another boy. The white ball flew away again, this time hitting the sandy ground with a solid thud. A chorus of boos and yays erupted from the respectful sides of the court, and someone yelled out to start a new game. Avalon stepped forward a bit. "Hey guys," She called out, "do you all mind if I join?"
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