Post by Emmeline Vine on Sept 28, 2013 18:02:39 GMT -7
EMMELINE SOFIA VINE
FEMALE , SEVENTEEN , DECEMBER THIRD , DEMIGOD , HETERO , FEELING OF INFERIORITY
FEMALE , SEVENTEEN , DECEMBER THIRD , DEMIGOD , HETERO , FEELING OF INFERIORITY
PLAY-BY: Emma Watson
HAIR: Shoulder length, light brown.
EYES: Dark brown.
OTHER FEATURES: --
HAIR: Shoulder length, light brown.
EYES: Dark brown.
OTHER FEATURES: --
WE COULD BE THE STARS, FALLING FROM THE SKY
sweet, breezy, oblivious, sensitive, ignorant, childish, warm, trusting.
LIKES: coffee, autumn, drawing, her friends, campfires.
DISLIKES: fights, arguments, confrontation, bugs, storms.
STRENGTHS: a people-person, artistic, people-smart.
WEAKNESSES: clingy, cares about others a little too much, a push-over.
FEARS: feeling like she's not needed, being alone, her friends/family/loved ones dying.
POWERS:
"Chlorokinesis, also known as Agrokinesis, Botanokinesis, and Phytokinesis, is the ability to manipulate and manifest plant life with one's mind. The person with the ability can manipulate wood, plants, fruits, and flowers, even moss found in natural field or habitat." (via camphalfblood.wikia) Emmie's power is a very mild form of this; she has trouble using it, and can't seem to get a handle on it no matter how hard she tries.
LIKES: coffee, autumn, drawing, her friends, campfires.
DISLIKES: fights, arguments, confrontation, bugs, storms.
STRENGTHS: a people-person, artistic, people-smart.
WEAKNESSES: clingy, cares about others a little too much, a push-over.
FEARS: feeling like she's not needed, being alone, her friends/family/loved ones dying.
POWERS:
"Chlorokinesis, also known as Agrokinesis, Botanokinesis, and Phytokinesis, is the ability to manipulate and manifest plant life with one's mind. The person with the ability can manipulate wood, plants, fruits, and flowers, even moss found in natural field or habitat." (via camphalfblood.wikia) Emmie's power is a very mild form of this; she has trouble using it, and can't seem to get a handle on it no matter how hard she tries.
BUT WHO AM I TO TELL FATE WHERE IT'S SUPPOSED TO GO
GODLY PARENT: Demeter
BIRTH PARENT: Jeremy Vine, 48, writer.
STEP-PARENT(S): n/a
SIBLINGS: n/a
Jeremy, Emmie's father, met the goddess the summer after he graduated college. She was going by the name Nicole Magro. Jeremy was easily enraptured by her sweet, quiet attitude. It was he who made the first move, starting a passionate summer romance. Jeremy was sure that she would stick around, or at least keep in touch. He thought that they had truly connected - perhaps they would get married someday. That, however, was a foolish thought. As the summer ended, so did their relationship. Nicole simply disappeared, and Jeremy never saw her again. At least not for several months - not until she met him at his doorstep, a baby in her arms.
The conversation was brief and confusing, and Jeremy was more than unprepared to welcome this child into his home. It quickly became clear that he had no choice in it though, and as suddenly as Demeter had come back, she was gone again.
Jeremy adapted to this new addition to his world with much more than a bit of difficulty. His job, lifestyle, and attitude all were tossed into a new kind of mix. It took months to get used to the parent thing; bottles at midnight, stuffed animals covering his bed, rattles, pacifiers, toys, and then some littering the floor. As soon as he slid into it though, it all came much easier to him.
Nicole walked in and out of both of their lives. She visited for many important events. Emmie's first birthday, she was there to help blow out the candles and rip off the wrapping paper. And again on Christmas. And for her first day of school. Jeremy won an award for one of his many literature pieces - Nicole was in the audience, holding Emmie close and pointing (Look at daddy!). He was satisfied with the amount of time she spent with them, even if it was never permanent, and there was never any explanation.
They lived in a decent sized house, tucked away in a small town. Compared to other demigods, Emmie was spoiled by her father and even a mother. She never asked why she wasn't around all the time; she figured it out soon enough. Emmie had plenty of room to run around and be a carefree child. While she didn't do the best in school, as math and science would never sink in, she made it through.
Years passed normally. Jeremy went on a date every now and then, but nothing ever stuck. He was fine with being alone anyways, he had his job, Emmie, and even Nicole from time to time.
Emmie was twelve when Nicole knocked on their door, worried and frantic. She began to talk quickly, and quietly, with Jeremy. Emmie couldn't hear what they said, but her mother almost sounded scared. After a while of arguing, while Emmie sat at the kitchen table, Jeremy turned to her. Emmie had to pack a backpack of her most important things, then leave for a camp. Rushed by her father, she packed her favorite books, pictures, a stuffed animal, and enough clothes for a couple of days. She wasn't aware of the situation she was suddenly thrown in. Emmie would later learn that there were dangerous monsters in the area, and that Nicole was afraid for her life. Her father and mother walked her to the edge of camp, where a freaking horse-man stood at a gate. After saying goodbye - for the first time, really - they left her alone. Emmie didn't learn until later that night who her mother truly was. Who she truly was. While Emmie was definitely overwhelmed at first, she soon realized she fit in with camp life. Camp Half-Blood was where she belonged, Demeter's Cabin was her home.
BIRTH PARENT: Jeremy Vine, 48, writer.
STEP-PARENT(S): n/a
SIBLINGS: n/a
Jeremy, Emmie's father, met the goddess the summer after he graduated college. She was going by the name Nicole Magro. Jeremy was easily enraptured by her sweet, quiet attitude. It was he who made the first move, starting a passionate summer romance. Jeremy was sure that she would stick around, or at least keep in touch. He thought that they had truly connected - perhaps they would get married someday. That, however, was a foolish thought. As the summer ended, so did their relationship. Nicole simply disappeared, and Jeremy never saw her again. At least not for several months - not until she met him at his doorstep, a baby in her arms.
The conversation was brief and confusing, and Jeremy was more than unprepared to welcome this child into his home. It quickly became clear that he had no choice in it though, and as suddenly as Demeter had come back, she was gone again.
Jeremy adapted to this new addition to his world with much more than a bit of difficulty. His job, lifestyle, and attitude all were tossed into a new kind of mix. It took months to get used to the parent thing; bottles at midnight, stuffed animals covering his bed, rattles, pacifiers, toys, and then some littering the floor. As soon as he slid into it though, it all came much easier to him.
Nicole walked in and out of both of their lives. She visited for many important events. Emmie's first birthday, she was there to help blow out the candles and rip off the wrapping paper. And again on Christmas. And for her first day of school. Jeremy won an award for one of his many literature pieces - Nicole was in the audience, holding Emmie close and pointing (Look at daddy!). He was satisfied with the amount of time she spent with them, even if it was never permanent, and there was never any explanation.
They lived in a decent sized house, tucked away in a small town. Compared to other demigods, Emmie was spoiled by her father and even a mother. She never asked why she wasn't around all the time; she figured it out soon enough. Emmie had plenty of room to run around and be a carefree child. While she didn't do the best in school, as math and science would never sink in, she made it through.
Years passed normally. Jeremy went on a date every now and then, but nothing ever stuck. He was fine with being alone anyways, he had his job, Emmie, and even Nicole from time to time.
Emmie was twelve when Nicole knocked on their door, worried and frantic. She began to talk quickly, and quietly, with Jeremy. Emmie couldn't hear what they said, but her mother almost sounded scared. After a while of arguing, while Emmie sat at the kitchen table, Jeremy turned to her. Emmie had to pack a backpack of her most important things, then leave for a camp. Rushed by her father, she packed her favorite books, pictures, a stuffed animal, and enough clothes for a couple of days. She wasn't aware of the situation she was suddenly thrown in. Emmie would later learn that there were dangerous monsters in the area, and that Nicole was afraid for her life. Her father and mother walked her to the edge of camp, where a freaking horse-man stood at a gate. After saying goodbye - for the first time, really - they left her alone. Emmie didn't learn until later that night who her mother truly was. Who she truly was. While Emmie was definitely overwhelmed at first, she soon realized she fit in with camp life. Camp Half-Blood was where she belonged, Demeter's Cabin was her home.
CORA , A YEAR , YES
The infirmary was busy. Well, it was always busy. Perhaps it was better to say it was busier than normal. It seemed like kids actually enjoyed getting hurt these days, along with a fair share of irresponsible counselors. She was irresponsible too, but working as a nurse you learn what not to do to avoid severe bleeding. She had sort of become immune to the site now. Blood didn't bother her as much as it might have a few years back when she was fresh out of the Casino and had never seen so many people in one place in her entire life. It did get boring sometimes. Doing the same thing over and over, but she loved the kids-- most of the kids-- so it was alright. She was helping them, wasn't she?
She had a young boy sitting up on a cot with his legs dangling over the side. He was crying, the poor thing. Couldn't have been more than ten and was clearly new to the whole 'demigod' deal. His issue wasn't too serious. She'd switched out with another Apollo girl earlier. They would alternate on who took the hard stuff. It was nice to have a break from the arm-clutching and oddly chiseled wounds. Unless a real massacre came along she could work it out here until the end of her shift. It would be a long day.
The kid sniffled and held back tears as he clutched at the tissue box Anya had gotten him. She was kneeling on the ground in front of him wrapping gauze around a bloody slice in his leg. He didn't want it tight, but she had to explain that if it wasn't tight enough it would still hurt. He almost understood, but being ten he still didn't like it. She gave him a bit of ambrosia and sent him on his merry way, limping out of the infirmary and almost good as new.
Anya sighed, leaning back with her palms pressed flat up against the wooden walls. She let her head fall forward as she enjoyed a moments peace before the next bloodied and bruised sword-fighting trainee came waddling in. What time was it, even? Half past three? No... Maybe quarter after. Gods, this would never end.
She had a young boy sitting up on a cot with his legs dangling over the side. He was crying, the poor thing. Couldn't have been more than ten and was clearly new to the whole 'demigod' deal. His issue wasn't too serious. She'd switched out with another Apollo girl earlier. They would alternate on who took the hard stuff. It was nice to have a break from the arm-clutching and oddly chiseled wounds. Unless a real massacre came along she could work it out here until the end of her shift. It would be a long day.
The kid sniffled and held back tears as he clutched at the tissue box Anya had gotten him. She was kneeling on the ground in front of him wrapping gauze around a bloody slice in his leg. He didn't want it tight, but she had to explain that if it wasn't tight enough it would still hurt. He almost understood, but being ten he still didn't like it. She gave him a bit of ambrosia and sent him on his merry way, limping out of the infirmary and almost good as new.
Anya sighed, leaning back with her palms pressed flat up against the wooden walls. She let her head fall forward as she enjoyed a moments peace before the next bloodied and bruised sword-fighting trainee came waddling in. What time was it, even? Half past three? No... Maybe quarter after. Gods, this would never end.
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