Post by Charity Faith Collette on Jan 11, 2011 15:57:45 GMT -5
CHARITY
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*Willow, weep for me
Don't think I don't see
This life I'm living in two
But still it's something I must do
I'm not unique in this
Nor am I special, sweet or kind
I court a thousand smiles
Yet I keep my own to hide behind
*Name:[/u] Charity Faith Collette
*Nicknames:[/u] She goes only by Charity. She refuses to have a nickname.
*Gender: female
*Birthday: October 15
*Age: 15
*Sexuality: straight
*Olympian Parent: Athena
*Abilities:
Imperceptibility - the ability to not be perceived by one or more senses. Charity has the ability to be imperceptible through touch, sight, and hearing by will. When she uses this ability, it takes a lot out of her. She can hold it for only a certain amount of time that varies depending on how much power she's using.
Levitation - the ability to defy gravity and propel oneself into the air with no outside help; Charity can actually lift herself off the ground at will. The highest point she can levitate is about twenty feet at the most. She can stay hovering in the air for as long as she wants and can even incorporate attacks (martial arts and weaponry) into the levitating.
Psychometry - the ability to get information from any object through touch. This ability in Charity is quite limited. She can get information from pretty much anyone or anything but she has to be touching them, sadly it’s not a power she can actually turn off so whenever her skin touches something or someone everything about them is pretty much is opened to her.
*Height: 5'4"
*Weight: 104 lbs
*Hair: long, straight blonde
*Eyes: almond-shaped, stormy gray
*Tattoos/Scars: none
*Play By: Dakota Fanning
*General Appearance: Charity is a pretty thing. She looks small and very non-threatening, but is extremely fit. She stands five feet and four inches. Her blonde hair reaches the middle of her back, and is soft and full. Her gray eyes are alert and seem all-knowing. She has a birthmark on her collarbone shaped like an owl.
She is a beautiful girl, yes, but she's by no means a girly-girl. She likes to dress nice and look good on occassion but she's most comfortable jeans and t-shirts. She's rarely ever seen wearing make-up, but usually always has her hair up especially when sparring.
*Weight: 104 lbs
*Hair: long, straight blonde
*Eyes: almond-shaped, stormy gray
*Tattoos/Scars: none
*Play By: Dakota Fanning
*General Appearance: Charity is a pretty thing. She looks small and very non-threatening, but is extremely fit. She stands five feet and four inches. Her blonde hair reaches the middle of her back, and is soft and full. Her gray eyes are alert and seem all-knowing. She has a birthmark on her collarbone shaped like an owl.
She is a beautiful girl, yes, but she's by no means a girly-girl. She likes to dress nice and look good on occassion but she's most comfortable jeans and t-shirts. She's rarely ever seen wearing make-up, but usually always has her hair up especially when sparring.
*Likes: sparring, being right, winning, singing when no ones looking, birds (particularly owls, hawks, and eagles)
*Dislikes: losing, being wrong, being told what to do when she's made up her mind
*Strengths: cunning, witty, fun-loving, decisive
*Weaknesses: stubborn, short-tempered, and slightly vindictive
*Habits/Quirks: twirling the dagger that was given to her by her mother when bored and refusing to allow skin contact with almost anything if she can help it
*Fears: Atychiphobia- Fear of failure.
also afraid of losing her sister
*Secrets: Promised her dad that she'd protect her sister at all cost
she had once resented her mother
*Fatal Flaw: Her temper
*Overall Personality: Charity is a nice girl for the most part. She's very good at picking out others weaknesses and using them. She prides herself on honor and a fair fight when necessary, but won't hesitate to a pull out a trick or two when she deems it necessary. She loves to fight, especially when she wins. She loves to have fun whenever she can. She is loyal to those she deems as friends and family.
However, she does have a bad side. She's a proud person and rarely forgives it when she feels she has been wronged. She tends to hold grudges and rarely ever forgets. Highly short-tempered, she's not someone you'd want to piss off, though she prefers to take it out on you during competitions and sparring practice. She's not the warmest person upon meeting you for the first time, but she's not mean either.
*Dislikes: losing, being wrong, being told what to do when she's made up her mind
*Strengths: cunning, witty, fun-loving, decisive
*Weaknesses: stubborn, short-tempered, and slightly vindictive
*Habits/Quirks: twirling the dagger that was given to her by her mother when bored and refusing to allow skin contact with almost anything if she can help it
*Fears: Atychiphobia- Fear of failure.
also afraid of losing her sister
*Secrets: Promised her dad that she'd protect her sister at all cost
she had once resented her mother
*Fatal Flaw: Her temper
*Overall Personality: Charity is a nice girl for the most part. She's very good at picking out others weaknesses and using them. She prides herself on honor and a fair fight when necessary, but won't hesitate to a pull out a trick or two when she deems it necessary. She loves to fight, especially when she wins. She loves to have fun whenever she can. She is loyal to those she deems as friends and family.
However, she does have a bad side. She's a proud person and rarely forgives it when she feels she has been wronged. She tends to hold grudges and rarely ever forgets. Highly short-tempered, she's not someone you'd want to piss off, though she prefers to take it out on you during competitions and sparring practice. She's not the warmest person upon meeting you for the first time, but she's not mean either.
*Birthplace: New York
*Hometown: Camp Half-Blood
*Mother: Athena
*Father: Markus Collette-son of Ares
*Siblings: Harmonia Claire Collette
*Significant Other: Your better half
*Children: none
*Other important people: nope
*Pets: none
*Overall History:
Charity is the older sister of Harmonia. Their father is a son of Ares but the girls have different mothers. Charity's mother is Athena where her sister is a daughter of Aphrodite. That never bothered Charity much at all. She always looked out for her sister.
Markus always told Charity to do this, so when she was claimed by Athena and went to the camp, she at first hated it. How could she keep her sister safe when she was so far away? It was a godsend when Harmonia was sent to the camp. She couldn't say she was surprised when Aphrodite claimed her sister, but was slightly disappointed seeing how she missed their old closeness and worried what would happen during the times she couldn't be with her.
Charity tries to spend as much time as possible with her sister, sometimes it isn't nearly as much as she would like. If anything or anyone were to hurt the younger girl, they'd have a very pissed off Charity to deal with and not many people want to piss her off. Being a granddaughter to the God of War and a daught to the Goddess of Wisdom and Military Victory she has battle and strategy in her blood and is very proud of it.
*Your Name: Ash
*Age: 21
*Experience: many years
*Who Do You Play: Just Charity
*How Do We Contact You: if you want my aim just ask but otherwise pm and cbox works best
*How Did You Find Us: Lyn of course
*Did You Read The Rules: raspberry truffles
*Role Play Sample:
Tired.
That was a word that Hollywood never thought would apply to him, but it seemed to have decided the contrary for him. He was so tired. Tired of dead ends. Tired of looking for someone that may or may not be dead, but that was probably dead. He was so tired of roaming from place to place only to be disappointed in the end. He seemed to be a glutton for failure.
Hal had lost any hope that he’d find his sister a long time ago. Why did he keep looking if he no longer expected to find her? Truthfully, he didn’t know the answer anymore. He supposed he knew in the beginning, but they were gone. Too bad he had never given up on any task he ever set his mind to. Maybe if he stopped his fruitless search he would get a chance to rebuild his life.
Sighing, he walked out of Carpe Noctem — a club that he had tried uselessly to find someone who might have seen Anya. Of course, that was futile attempt and just managed to piss him off. Now, not only was he emotionally tired, but he was physically exhausted and wanting to tear something apart. He had always been the one most likely to jump someone stupid enough to annoy him. Now his temper was even worse since he spent as little time in society as he possibly could.
The crisp night air was refreshing. The chilliness didn’t even faze him despite the fact that he was wearing a red t-shirt and black jeans. That was a seriously awesome benefit that he got from being a shapeshifter. He wasn’t bothered by the cold weather like a human would be. He smiled a little at that thought as he turned into the empty lot he had started from. As he turned into the lot, he saw the old abandoned warehouse it sat in front of.
He moved to go into the ally, but stopped in his tracks as his senses flared up. Narrowing his eyes he looked around for any sign of a threat. He knew he wasn’t the only one out on the streets tonight, but he couldn’t get a handle on who was out there. All he had was a gut feeling and nothing else to go on. He hoped it was a vampire, though. He was itching for a fight. However, the reality froze him so entirely that one would most likely mistake him for a statue. All he would need was a pigeon to perch on his head. The cause of this odd reaction was a subtle scent in the air. It wasn’t something he smelled in years but something he had engraved in his memory.
“I’m losing my ever-loving mind,” he muttered as he gave himself a mental shake. “Someone’s out there, Hollywood. It’s not Anya. Get your head on straight.”
And stop talking to yourself out loud, idiot, he berated silently. He belonged in a little padded room, in a straight jacket. Shaking his head, he leaned against the wall of the warehouse and waited to see if someone would come his way. Part of him wanted proof he was insane. Part of him wanted to be right. Mostly he just wanted a fight, though he doubted that the source was a vampire now.
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That was a word that Hollywood never thought would apply to him, but it seemed to have decided the contrary for him. He was so tired. Tired of dead ends. Tired of looking for someone that may or may not be dead, but that was probably dead. He was so tired of roaming from place to place only to be disappointed in the end. He seemed to be a glutton for failure.
Hal had lost any hope that he’d find his sister a long time ago. Why did he keep looking if he no longer expected to find her? Truthfully, he didn’t know the answer anymore. He supposed he knew in the beginning, but they were gone. Too bad he had never given up on any task he ever set his mind to. Maybe if he stopped his fruitless search he would get a chance to rebuild his life.
Sighing, he walked out of Carpe Noctem — a club that he had tried uselessly to find someone who might have seen Anya. Of course, that was futile attempt and just managed to piss him off. Now, not only was he emotionally tired, but he was physically exhausted and wanting to tear something apart. He had always been the one most likely to jump someone stupid enough to annoy him. Now his temper was even worse since he spent as little time in society as he possibly could.
The crisp night air was refreshing. The chilliness didn’t even faze him despite the fact that he was wearing a red t-shirt and black jeans. That was a seriously awesome benefit that he got from being a shapeshifter. He wasn’t bothered by the cold weather like a human would be. He smiled a little at that thought as he turned into the empty lot he had started from. As he turned into the lot, he saw the old abandoned warehouse it sat in front of.
He moved to go into the ally, but stopped in his tracks as his senses flared up. Narrowing his eyes he looked around for any sign of a threat. He knew he wasn’t the only one out on the streets tonight, but he couldn’t get a handle on who was out there. All he had was a gut feeling and nothing else to go on. He hoped it was a vampire, though. He was itching for a fight. However, the reality froze him so entirely that one would most likely mistake him for a statue. All he would need was a pigeon to perch on his head. The cause of this odd reaction was a subtle scent in the air. It wasn’t something he smelled in years but something he had engraved in his memory.
“I’m losing my ever-loving mind,” he muttered as he gave himself a mental shake. “Someone’s out there, Hollywood. It’s not Anya. Get your head on straight.”
And stop talking to yourself out loud, idiot, he berated silently. He belonged in a little padded room, in a straight jacket. Shaking his head, he leaned against the wall of the warehouse and waited to see if someone would come his way. Part of him wanted proof he was insane. Part of him wanted to be right. Mostly he just wanted a fight, though he doubted that the source was a vampire now.
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Made by Aisilyn Of Caution. If you steal this and remove this tag I will hunt you down and kill you with my spork of doom before making lunch meat from your body and selling it for a profit. Lyrics used is from the song Until Tomorrow by my favorite band Paramore.
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