Post by Juliet Evans on Sept 30, 2013 15:05:01 GMT -7
JULIET ELISE EVANS
FEMALE , 16 , AUGUST 10 , DEMIGOD , HETEROSEXUAL , UNTRUSTING
FEMALE , 16 , AUGUST 10 , DEMIGOD , HETEROSEXUAL , UNTRUSTING
PLAY-BY: Emma Roberts
HAIR: Light brown/dark blonde, shoulder length.
EYES: Dark brown.
OTHER FEATURES:
HAIR: Light brown/dark blonde, shoulder length.
EYES: Dark brown.
OTHER FEATURES:
LYRICS AND WE'LL NEVER BE ROYALS. IT DOESN'T RUN IN OUR BLOOD.
analytical, bold, sarcastic, cocky, bitter, monotone, intelligent, blunt, self-destructive, hostile, defensive, stubborn.
LIKES: coffee, rainy days, getting time to think, being alone, writing, poetry.
DISLIKES: confrontation, crowds, strawberries, tight spaces, dogs, her mother.
STRENGTHS: intelligent, practical, headstrong.
WEAKNESSES: unable to trust others, reserved, rude, insensitive.
FEARS: heights, swimming, spiders.
POWERS:
Ghosts -- Her mother being the goddess of ghosts, Juliet learned at a very young age that she could see those that were dead. Minor encounters started, many she didn't even know were ghosts, but once she learned who her mother was and was staying at Camp Olympus, she figured out what was going on (sort of). Juliet has pretty much no control of it whatsoever - who she sees and when she sees them fully depends on if they want to be seen by her or not. Most of the time, she sees ghosts and doesn't even realize they aren't really alive and others can't see them.
THAT KIND OF LUXE JUST ISN'T FOR US. WE CRAVE A DIFFERENT KIND OF BUZZ.
GODLY PARENT: Melinoe
BIRTH PARENT: Christian Evans, would be 34, demigod, deceased.
STEP-PARENT(S):
SIBLINGS:
Juliet's father was a demigod- a son of Apollo. He was eighteen, still at camp, when he was assigned to his first Quest. It required a happy little trip through the Underworld, and just like any other demigod on their first big mission, Christian was more than eager to start. Somewhere through the dead humans, bodiless souls, and three-headed dogs, Christian and his little group of demigods came across the goddess Melinoe.
Their stay, like any others, was hellish and terrifying, and no one made it back without any new mental traumas to worry about. However, it was just awhile later that Christian met Melinoe once again, in the middle of the night, a baby in her arms. It was odd, to say the least, for Melinoe to have a kid; she was restricted to roaming around, terrifying mortals on the Earth only at night, and wreaking havoc on other poor beings in the Underworld the rest of the time. The goddess was disgusted, appalled that she'd even let that kind of mistake happen, but there was no killing the child once Christian had decided he would take care of it.
He packed up and moved from the camp, instead going home to his half-sister for help. Christian managed to keep everything going alright, between him being a demigod and having a demigod daughter himself. His sister and he moved constantly, trying to find somewhere with less monsters every time there was an attack, but no where was totally safe.
Around the time she was ten, her father finally wasn't able to keep the monsters at bay. Juliet's aunt, Sophia, was barely able to take care of herself after his death; with a broken heart, she sent her niece to the camp Christian had always been at during the summer.
BIRTH PARENT: Christian Evans, would be 34, demigod, deceased.
STEP-PARENT(S):
SIBLINGS:
Juliet's father was a demigod- a son of Apollo. He was eighteen, still at camp, when he was assigned to his first Quest. It required a happy little trip through the Underworld, and just like any other demigod on their first big mission, Christian was more than eager to start. Somewhere through the dead humans, bodiless souls, and three-headed dogs, Christian and his little group of demigods came across the goddess Melinoe.
Their stay, like any others, was hellish and terrifying, and no one made it back without any new mental traumas to worry about. However, it was just awhile later that Christian met Melinoe once again, in the middle of the night, a baby in her arms. It was odd, to say the least, for Melinoe to have a kid; she was restricted to roaming around, terrifying mortals on the Earth only at night, and wreaking havoc on other poor beings in the Underworld the rest of the time. The goddess was disgusted, appalled that she'd even let that kind of mistake happen, but there was no killing the child once Christian had decided he would take care of it.
He packed up and moved from the camp, instead going home to his half-sister for help. Christian managed to keep everything going alright, between him being a demigod and having a demigod daughter himself. His sister and he moved constantly, trying to find somewhere with less monsters every time there was an attack, but no where was totally safe.
Around the time she was ten, her father finally wasn't able to keep the monsters at bay. Juliet's aunt, Sophia, was barely able to take care of herself after his death; with a broken heart, she sent her niece to the camp Christian had always been at during the summer.
TAL , TWO YEARS, YES MA'AM.
((This is a reallllly old post for a Harry Potter/Percy Jackson crossover site. Is that alright?))
"Stop pushing me, Malcolm." Annabeth snapped, shoving her older brother away from her. The dark haired boy responded with a grunt and a push in return. "You stop pushing me, Blondie!" He spat, walking ahead of his younger sibling with a scowl. She rolled her eyes and followed him onto the train, glad to be heading back to school where she wouldn't have to put up with him everyday like she had all summer.
Their family had arrived late to the train station like always, so the Platform had been nearly empty but the aisles inside the train were packed full. Excited first years looked lost and confused as they entered compartments, and returning students seemed annoyed with all the mayhem that the younger ones were causing. Nothing had changed from the last year.
Annabeth carefully maneuvered her small body through the crowd, squeezing past other students and tugging a cage with her owl inside behind her. Finally, as she progressed down the corridor, the groups of people thinned out and she could move more easily. Her brother stopped ahead of her and shoved the trunk of Quidditch supplies he had been helping her carry towards her. "Here, take this." He muttered before disappearing behind a door. The huge bag was a little too big for her to get a hold of, and the force of him pushing it into her arms sent her stumbling backwards. She attempted to catch herself but failed, and the young girl crashed down onto her belongings and something else. The "something else" actually turned out to be "someone else". Annabeth, in the process of tripping, had fallen backwards towards the doorway of a different compartment, where a boy around her age had been standing. She'd crashed down almost on top of him, bringing the poor guy down to the ground with her.
After a few seconds of pure shock, Annabeth snapped out of it and scrambled to get on her knees. She moved to set Athena's cage upright, shushing the noisy bird and turning her attention to her trunk, which had popped open in the midst of it all. Clothes and other belongings were everywhere. As she tried to shove her things back into the bag, she looked towards the boy she had fallen on with an embarrassed smile. "Uh... hey. I'm sorry - didn't mean to fall on you. You alright?" Then, she realized there was another girl already in the compartment. She was vaguely familiar, but she couldn't recall her name. Annabeth gave her an apologetic smile, feeling guilty that she'd invaded her space.
"Stop pushing me, Malcolm." Annabeth snapped, shoving her older brother away from her. The dark haired boy responded with a grunt and a push in return. "You stop pushing me, Blondie!" He spat, walking ahead of his younger sibling with a scowl. She rolled her eyes and followed him onto the train, glad to be heading back to school where she wouldn't have to put up with him everyday like she had all summer.
Their family had arrived late to the train station like always, so the Platform had been nearly empty but the aisles inside the train were packed full. Excited first years looked lost and confused as they entered compartments, and returning students seemed annoyed with all the mayhem that the younger ones were causing. Nothing had changed from the last year.
Annabeth carefully maneuvered her small body through the crowd, squeezing past other students and tugging a cage with her owl inside behind her. Finally, as she progressed down the corridor, the groups of people thinned out and she could move more easily. Her brother stopped ahead of her and shoved the trunk of Quidditch supplies he had been helping her carry towards her. "Here, take this." He muttered before disappearing behind a door. The huge bag was a little too big for her to get a hold of, and the force of him pushing it into her arms sent her stumbling backwards. She attempted to catch herself but failed, and the young girl crashed down onto her belongings and something else. The "something else" actually turned out to be "someone else". Annabeth, in the process of tripping, had fallen backwards towards the doorway of a different compartment, where a boy around her age had been standing. She'd crashed down almost on top of him, bringing the poor guy down to the ground with her.
After a few seconds of pure shock, Annabeth snapped out of it and scrambled to get on her knees. She moved to set Athena's cage upright, shushing the noisy bird and turning her attention to her trunk, which had popped open in the midst of it all. Clothes and other belongings were everywhere. As she tried to shove her things back into the bag, she looked towards the boy she had fallen on with an embarrassed smile. "Uh... hey. I'm sorry - didn't mean to fall on you. You alright?" Then, she realized there was another girl already in the compartment. She was vaguely familiar, but she couldn't recall her name. Annabeth gave her an apologetic smile, feeling guilty that she'd invaded her space.
credit for this application goes to xxx.alix.xxx of caution 2.0 edited by megg
