Post by abbey on Jun 2, 2012 0:17:20 GMT -5
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Alias: Maria
Age: --
Gender: Use your noggin.
RP Experience: No idea... at least two years.
How Did You Find Us?: I'm an admin.
Activity Level: Every day, most likely.
Other Characters:
- Skye Remmington, mortal and Oracle
- Tal Winchell, daughter of Hermes
- Bobbi Koester, daughter of Poseidon
- Tatiana Conners, daughter of Demeter (unfinished)
Keyword in Rules: Verified by me.
RP Sample:See the posts by Tal Winchell in "Pegasi: Like Glitter and Ponies, But More Sinister" in the Strawberry Fields and "Pegasi: The Legend Reborn" in the Infirmary.
General Information
Full Name: Abbey Rachel LaCarte
Gender: Female
Birthday: February 15th, 2000
Age: Twelve
Camp Experience: Two years
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Claim Status: Yes
Divine Parent: Apollo
Looks
Hair: Abbey's hair is black (dark brown when it gets lots of sun) and naturally loosely curly. It comes to several inches below her shoulders and is naturally shiny. She does wash it often and often adorns it with barrettes and sometimes wears baseball caps.
Eyes: Abbey's eyes are dark brown in color. Her lashes are thin though long, and naturally look as though she has used an eyelash curler on them. Her eyebrows are rather thick and she does not wear mascara or other eye makeup.
Height: 5'2"
Weight: 95 lbs.
Picture: Click
Playby: Sydney Park
Dressing Style: Abbey does care about how she looks to some extent, though she isn't a complete clothes horse or anything. She has many older cousins and relatives and so she wears mostly hand-me-downs; therefore her wardrobe is quite large and diverse.
General Appearance: She's rather petite, and most older kids would pass by her without a second thought. But if she's having a spaz attack, you'd definitely notice her... she can scream and laugh like nobody's business.
What Makes Them Them
Personality Description: Abbey is a complete free spirit. She does anything she wants and nobody can stop her. She could wear a gunny sack all around the camp and people would be like "Yeah, whatever," they would be so used to seeing Abbey do strange, weird things. She loves experimenting with new fake accents, new clothing styles... new lots of stuff. She does whatever she wants and nobody will do anything to stop her, because they know that it will get nowhere, absolutely nowhere.[/li][/ul]
Abbey is extremely loyal and sweet. She has that "little kid" thing going on and will let people take her under their wing or be a role model, and she'll love them for showing her what to do. Like most littler kids, she goes through a stage where she has an older kid that she completely idolizes. Yes, Abbey does this. She will follow someone around and make cute comments at exactly the right times. She's a great actress and can often tell ahead of time what peoples' reactions will be to what she says.
She is also a feminist. Though she isn't the huntress type of feminist, the people who believe guys suck and the world is better off without them, she believes in more womens' rights and things of that nature. I'm sure, if she was asked, she would join the clan of hunters. She wants a woman president for the U.S.A. and other things as well. This shows that Abbey will stick up for what she believes or wants and see it through. She's very persistent.
Although Abbey is a natural comedian, she does, like all people, have her more serious side. First off, she will lose herself in her musical side. Like her mother and her father, she loves music and believes that life is pointless without it. She can sing for hours and not get bored in the slightest way possible. In addition to this one interest of her godly parent, she also has healing hands. She is a born healer and since she's been at camp since she was ten years old, she knows the drill and everything. She is very eager to help try and heal the campers with the mysterious flu and is always enthusiastic about helping other people.
Though Abbey is naturally loyal, sweet and enthusiastic, she has a dark side. She can be unintentionally rude (often) and has a way of sometimes making people feel like vermin if she feels like it. If she doesn't like someone, she'll freeze them out and basically make them feel like complete crap. Having many older relatives, some teenagers, she is basically an expert at this.
Abbey is sort of a big-picture person. She doesn't get upset over small things... to Abbey, every day of life is an adventure.
Likes:
- Her siblings
- Her mother
- Quality music
- Healing
- People in general
- Daytime
- Staying up late
- Vegetarian food
- The outside
- Sweet foods
- Sports
Dislikes:
- Top 40-type music
- Grumpy people
- People who don't like her
- Most academics
- Most books
- Not being allowed to do stuff she wants to do
- People who try too hard
- Claustrophobia
Fears:
- Spiders
- That she will kill someone by trying to heal them but failing
- Death
Secrets:
- Some of her friends drive her insane, but she is afraid to tell them
Ambitions:
- To become a famous singer
- Or otherwise, a nurse
Powers:
- Natural healer
- Natural musician
- Natural archer
Family and History
Personal History: Helena LaCarte was nothing, in her eyes. She was a waitress at a Los Angeles restaurant who sang backup for some singers who nobody knew about but their family and friends. She had taken voice and various instrument lessons since a very young age, but now, at twenty-three, her dreams were pretty much tarnished. Why did her family even live in L.A.? She hadn't had any money to go to college, and compensated for it by working long hours at the restaurant. At this point, she barely had money to pay rent on her small apartment.
She did, though, have a binder full of potential songs gathering dust in the trunk of her family's old Honda that she used. And one day, after getting a rather large tip from a couple of rich, slightly tipsy women, she (slightly giddily) took her binder to her friend Brayden Tanner. He claimed that he was a music producer from New York and that she should come to him if she had... ideas.
The truth was that Brayden was not a music producer. He was Apollo. God of light, healing, the arts... and he had taken a liking to Helena LaCarte. She had met him — where else? — at the restaurant, and he had given her his phone number and address. And with Helena's shiny, bouncy, black hair, flawless dark skin, and perfect figure, in addition to her soulful voice and impressing range, he saw that she had potential. She deserved more than a life waitressing.
Helena knocked on Brayden's door and waited for him to answer. And he did, at once. She brought the binder into his house and placed it on the coffee table. Brayden took it in his hands, flipped a few pages, and told her, "Sing for me."
"Sing for you," she repeated. Nobody had ever shown the slightest bit of interest in her music before.
He nodded and flipped a few more pages until he found an original song called Reaching for Heaven. "Maybe you could sing this for me," he said gently as he placed the blue binder back into her lap.
Reaching for Heaven had always been one of Helena's favorite songs that she had written. And she acquiesced to Brayden's wishes, singing the whole song and filling the silent room with exquisitely perfect sound. Brayden was speechless as she let go of the last soulful notes.
"And I know that I will find you
Under the velvet sky someday
Worlds apart, we're both reaching for heaven"
Brayden was enchanted by her. Her voice, her face, her personality. He and Helena spent the next few hours creating another song, discovering mutual interests of theirs. And when Helena left, Brayden — Apollo, that was — was under her spell. He couldn't wait to see her again.~~~~
Brayden and Helena had spent months together the day he left. They had become a couple a month after Helena had sung to him about reaching for heaven, worlds apart but bound together. After five months, Brayden and Helena moved in together and Helena didn't have to pay her rent. Brayden had somehow gotten Helena several shows in bars and on minor stages around Los Angeles (Helena had no idea how) and Helena was forever grateful to him. Some people around the large city knew the name Helena LaCarte, and this was all thanks to Brayden.
There was one morning when Helena began throwing up, out of the blue. Out of nowhere. There was no cold or flu going around, and when other things started to happen, Helena decided to go get checked out at the doctor's.
She discovered that she was pregnant.
There was next to no one she could tell. Her parents and general family were very religious, and they would probably shun her for a long time. But there was someone she could, and should, tell — and that was, unsurprisingly, Brayden. She broke the news to him that night at dinner.
Brayden pretended that it was a good thing, but he was aching inside. He knew he should have just... not associated with Helena in the first place. After the couple had cleared and washed the dishes, he excused himself to his "office" (his place where he wrote his songs and played his music) for a few solid hours of writing. But instead of writing songs that one night, he began to compose a letter.
He intended to explain everything. Who he was. Why Helena should have steered clear of him. Why the baby's future was going to be dim, without a doubt. Why he was leaving her.
He was leaving her.
But he couldn't. He couldn't do it. His hand shook and ink spilled all over. He truly, genuinely loved Helena; he really, really did. But he couldn't stay, and he knew it. What would the other gods think? Nothing good. That was for absolute sure.
He did finish the letter, but it was smudged and covered with tear stains. He knew he couldn't give it to her. Instead, that following morning, he woke her up early and said he had something to tell her.
"So, listen," he began awkwardly. "Um. The baby..."
"The baby," she echoed, sensing something bad there.
"The baby isn't going to be a normal baby," he began. "Um... how do I say this."
Helena waited for her boyfriend to speak. All sorts of horrible prospects about the baby ran through her head. Had Brayden possibly been keeping big, atrocious secrets from her? She didn't really want to know, honestly.
"Okay," Brayden said. "Um." He paused. "All right, um..."
"Spill it," Helena snapped before she could stop herself.
"Um, I'm Apollo," Brayden blurted. "And I'm sorry and — and — "
"What?" Helena had thought that she was, say, a repository of Brayden's life. They had spent almost every minute together for the past few months. And he was... Apollo? Was he psychotic? "Excuse me?"
"I'm Apollo. Greek god." Before Helena could breathe, much less ask him if he was high, he began to manipulate the light streaming into the room. Helena watched breathlessly. Was it possible that he really was Apollo? That he was telling the truth? "Um... and. Yeah."
"Oh." Helena was still unsure, but there wasn't a leg for her to stand on. He had just.. he had just manipulated light, for heaven's sake.
Apollo barreled on. "At some point, the baby will need to go to Camp Half Blood. When the time comes, I'll send a satyr friend to come help you with that." He took a breath. "I'm sorry for this, Helena. I really am."
"I don't know anything about you, do I?" Helena asked timidly. "You were pretending all along. You made someone up. You pretended to be them." She took a breath. "Brayden Tanner doesn't exist." She didn't know where her rage was coming from, but it was coming from somewhere, all right. "Either you are Brayden and you've done... something... to yourself, or you are Apollo and you lied to me."
"Helena," Apollo protested. He bent some more light; this time creating a halo around Helena's head. "I didn't lie..."
"You lied," Helena repeated. "So you really are Apollo?"
"...yes," Apollo confessed. "And I have to leave. You'll see I'm telling the truth." He took a breath, his last breath within the walls of that house. "I'm sorry." A flash of light, and Apollo was gone forever. He was gone from Helena forever.
Helena was alone in Apollo's house for several weeks, but soon moved back in with her parents. No, not her own apartment. Her parents', despite the fact that her parents surely wouldn't approve when they found that their daughter was pregnant with a strange man's baby. In order to keep making money, she played several shows in places Apollo had somehow booked for her, but they brought back memories. Too many. There was the exact table he had sat at watching her sing. There were napkins the exact color of the couch they had sat on when Helena sang Reaching for Heaven to him that first day. A bar where the two of them had had too many drinks post-show.
Finally, in her third month, it was hard to hide — too hard. She had to tell her parents.
They disapproved, but were surprisingly okay with it. They even, to Helena's surprise, allowed her to stay with them during her pregnancy.
Then came February fifteenth, the year 2000. At precisely 6:33 AM that day, Helena LaCarte went into labor. Her mother drove her to the hospital, and a healthy baby girl with velvety dark skin and a tuft of black hair was born that afternoon. Her eyes seemed to radiate with happiness, and it was said that she came out of the womb laughing instead of crying... but for Helena, the world had been slightly out of focus, so she didn't really know. But that was what the nurses had said. Helena decided to name her child Abbey after the album Abbey Road by the band The Beatles. Not Abigail, just Abbey.
It was soon evident that Brayden nor Helena had been intoxicated during that last conversation of theirs. Abbey was no ordinary child. She sang at a young age without practice, when she threw things they always hit their target, and she always had energy. It seemed as though she could fix things just by touching them.
And then came school. Though Abbey was never straight-out expelled from school, she was always on the edge. She made her opinions known all too often. She didn't change her speech style in the slightest way when she talked to teachers versus when she was talking to other pupils of the school. She was a complete spaz, and couldn't absorb a lot of information. The fact that she was both dyslexic and ADHD made her one of the worst students, academically speaking, in the class.
A visitor showed up outside the LaCarte residence when Abbey was ten years old and recalling her school day to her mother over homemade macaroni and cheese. Abbey was the one who answered the door and ushered him inside. He looked maybe eighteen years old and was wearing a white shirt and jeans. Extremely baggy jeans.
This much Helena took in: His name was Franco, he was a satyr, and Abbey needed to get to camp as soon as possible. Why, he didn't specify. Something about gods and monsters acting up.
A few hours later, she was all packed, and Helena, Franco, and Abbey climbed onto a train bound for New York. A long ride it was, just long enough to explain to Abbey where they were going.
"It was a place your father always talked about," Helena said. "He would have wanted you to see it for yourself." She couldn't stand to be specific... talking about Brayden was still painful.
Abbey was satisfied with this description, but learned the whole story once she got to camp. The whole story of who her parent was, that was. Well, not exactly. She knew her father was a god and she stayed in the Hermes cabin for a month until she was claimed by Apollo, which was no surprise to anyone.
She spent her days training, singing, and learning techniquies in the infirmary.
Mortal Parent: Helena LaCarte (alive)
Other Family: Many, but none worth individually mentioningAnd Finally...I, Maria, have made this entirely up. I did not rip somebody else’s application from any site, and have followed the rules accordingly.
And…? Yes.
