Post by Abigale Lauren Fisher on Jan 5, 2012 1:01:40 GMT -5
Abigale Lauren Fisher
Out of Character
Alias: Veni/Jeri
Age: 18!
Gender: I has the lady parts.
RP Experience: 10 years. >>;
Activity Level: Usually every week day, weekends are harder. Breaks from school usually suck. When I don't have wifi, I can get on my phone, but then it's strictly posts – no cbox. : (
Other Characters: None yet!
Keyword in Rules: Verified by Ana
RP Sample:Raen.
She felt the other girl's presence in the instant that she spoke – not any sort of telepathy, but something kin to Hotaru recognizing her sister-figure's soul approaching. The Saturnian lifted her head to look into the dark night and see the other girl, her eyes catching all the little details that she'd have missed in the light. She'd never really paid attention to the other girl's clothing before – dark. Long sleeves – that didn't surprise her, it was a bit chilly, by Earth's standards. She listened with a trained ear, trying to swallow the lump in her throat as she formed a reply. It didn't work immediately. She breathed out, and then the Martian that she lived so close to spoke again, changing what she'd been about to say into something easier to respond to.
Damn, she didn't want to be here now. She felt like she was going to throw up – she managed to get out her response, though, before her hand raised to her mouth, tears springing unwanted to her eyes again. ”Yeah. I needed... some air.” Why was it that her mind, her soul, her memories... all had to bombard her at the worst possible moments? She was busy reliving the suddenly-fresh, horrific pain of having her unborn child (and herself) run through because of her own stupidity. She should have checked, made sure he was dead, instead of just assuming. All creatures were not the same – his spinal cord didn't necessarily run through the center of his neck. She was dying inside her mind, that pain still fresh and hot and awful. And yet worse was not knowing what had happened to her daughter – what if there had been another warrior around? The thought terrified Ota beyond belief – and oddly enough, she accepted it. Keiko may not have been this life's daughter, but she was her past's life's pride and joy, her sunlight.
That thought made her scoff lightly. Sunlight... Something that now she couldn't face. Something she had to hide herself away from, turn her gaze for fear of being blinded. She realized that she hadn't yet spoken to Raen again – the older girl probably thought she was being rude. ”Sorry, I'm just...” She couldn't finish. Distraught, terrified, overwhelmed... None of that would make sense.
A multitude of sounds was coming from a ways off – it sounded like an elephant was traveling through the dead leaves on the ground. Scratch that, it was definately more than one something – and then, with that train of thought distracting her from her torment for just the briefest of instances, something broke into her line of sight – a child?
Her first pregnancy had not been a fun one. She'd craved the most off the wall stuff she could imagine, threw up for the first four months straight, and got to be the size of a whale. When it was announced that the baby would be a girl, she was happy – no boy-things for her to deal with, not yet, anyway. She would have been happy with a boy, too, but after having a pregnancy that literally had her contemplating ending the world, she was happy to know that she'd be in familiar territory with a baby girl. After all, she'd been one... twice.
However, when it came to actually going into labor, she swore on the name of Saturn that she would kill her husband. She'd quite literally been through hell and back, and that hadn't hurt this badly. Luckily, she wasn't in labor for too very long – a mere nineteen hours. Her father had told her time and again that her mother, the first time she'd been born, had taken nearly three days to finally deliver – that was a terrifying thought, but luckily nothing came of it.
All of those thoughts, killing her husband, ending the world... Came to a screeching halt when she held her baby in her hands the first time. They'd agreed on the name before hand. She was beautiful, and no one could doubt who her father was. Keiko.
To see a little girl so soon, after remembering that, was like a knife to the heart. The girl saw Raen first, and then her gaze came to Ota, and the words that flew from the child's lips were enough to make her heart stop beating for a moment. Kaa-chan!
She literally couldn't breathe as the girl – was it possible? – flung herself at her, wrapping her arms around her waist, calling her Mamma. It was entirely possible that this little girl had just made a mistake... She shook her head, not really sure what to do. Her voice caught in her throat – Hotaru was completely silent, staring through Ota's eyes at the child attached to her waist. No. Wait.
Yes.
”I missed ya and baby, Mamma. So has Puppa. He doan't knowed it, though.”
Dear God, if you're there, please don't toy with me.
She felt the kiss to her stomach, as though there was still a baby there, and she knelt down, bringing herself down to the little girl's level. Her eyes went to Raen and back to the girl – violet eyes. She was part Martian? Ota swallowed. This girl... Was... Her eyes were the exact same as Keiko's were. Warm and bright and full of love for her. And she was wrapped around her, calling her Mamma, and she'd even said it in Japanese. There was no denying... Her mind quit registering the rest of the noises, quit registering Raen. The only thing she could see or hear or feel was the little girl in front of her.
She couldn't find words to say. Hotaru herself was completely flabbergasted, and then suddenly, she was wrapping the little girl in her arms, choking back a sob as tears flowed from her eyes.
Maybe she was imagining this. If she was, she didn't want to wake up.
General Information
Full Name: Abigale Lauren Fisher
Gender: Girl
Birthday: August 17th, 1994
Age: Seventeen
Camp Experience: Six years.
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Claim Status: Yup!
Divine Parent: Apollo
Looks
Hair:
There's really nothing special about Abigale's hair other than it's unusual coloring. Apollo's children are known for having golden, sun-kissed hair – hers is a bright platinum blonde. It falls to the middle of her back when released from it's bindings, but she doesn't like wearing it down – she's much more comfortable with it up.
Eyes:
Color is also the only thing interesting about Abi's eyes. They're an intense shade of blue. Of course, coming from a family of blonde haired, blue eyed people, it's not unusual at all. Her eyes are rounded, giving her that 'cow eye' look that she so detests for people to comment on.
Height: 5”7
Weight: 115 lbs.
Picture: Click
Playby: Emilie De Ravin
Dressing Style:
Abi is a constant follower of the casual-cute look – she likes to look nice, but she's not willing to sacrifice her comfort for it. She likes neutral colors and pastels – she's also a big fan of silk. She adores heels, and has so much jewelry that she can easily compete with some of the Aphrodite girls.
General Appearance:
Abi could easily be a model – she's just tall enough and she's a perfect weight. She's got the pouty eyes and the 'I'm soft spoken' look that sells – she always seems to look nervous, and is prone to fidgeting. She blinks a lot when she's flustered and her blush is very, very noticeable. She's almost always either smiling or looks nervous/confused.
What Makes Them Them
Personality Description:
Abi is a soft spoken individual with a very big heart. She doesn't get very angry, and she doesn't like to see other people angry. Few things can really upset her – one, being forced to do something, two, hurting her family. She loves her family above all other things – the kids in the Apollo cabin have a loyal and loving sister in Abi. She's a lover, not a fighter. Her personality just doesn't go with her hurting other creatures unless they're trying to kill her... Then she can find the strength to fight back. She's not the greatest shot in archery, either, so she's mainly a defense-backup type. She gets sheepish and embarrassed easily, and despite being so quiet, is a hopeless romantic. She's not necessarily shy, so much as she just prefers listening to doing all the talking. She loves shiny things, and loves to make people laugh.
Likes:
Hot baths, sweet scents, cats, sunlight, music, the piano, flute, guitar, harp, and singing, audio books, jewelry, being warm.
Dislikes:
The smell of smoke, cold showers, out of tune sounds, her step-father, spoiled children, caffeine, being called cow-eyed.
Fears:
Murky water, being underground, being unable to breathe.
Secrets:
She hasn't actually left camp since she arrived - she's terrified that if she does, she'll get killed. She doesn't mind the idea of being killed so much... She's scared that they'll make her face her mother again, if whatever finds her isn't something that's trying to kill her.
Ambitions:
To record a CD, to get married one day.
Family and History
Personal History:
Anna Fisher was a young violin soloist at her university in San Francisco. She loved her music more than anything... Every second of her day, every breath, was her music. She referred to it in the possessive constantly – she was literally 'in love' with what she did. That is, until she met another musician. He always seemed to appear when she was alone, and after a week of seeing him in random places and admiring him from afar, refraining from approaching him, the 18 year old woman heard him play, and she knew in that moment that she could easily spend the rest of her life with the man, and she didn't even know his name.
She approached him, and long story short, they had a short and fiery romance that lasted all of three weeks. After that, he was gone, and she never saw him again. He never told her that he was Apollo – leaving Anna pregnant and scandalous in a place that didn't understand that passion. Needless to say, nine months later, Abigale was born – an interesting name, “Father Rejoices.” Anna had always been into name meanings, and when she heard her baby's cry, soft and yet lyrical, she knew that her lover would have rejoiced at the girl's birth. And so, she was named.
As a baby, Abi was all giggles and would fall into a quiet and peaceful sleep as soon as music of any type was played. The pair continued in their musical little lives until Abi was four – Anna graduated a year late from college because of having to care for her daughter, and then there was suddenly not a soul anywhere that would hire the young musician. Anna couldn't help but feel malice towards her baby girl; in a way, it was all her fault. They struggled for another year, scraping by on whatever work or money they could find. It was in a sleezy little club that Anna met her husband, Abi's step-father. He wasn't a bad man by any means, but the short romance and shotgun wedding forced Anna to give up music for good while she dealt with her second pregnancy. Her husband already had two children, both around the same age as Abi – a boy and a girl, and with the upcoming baby boy that her mother was carrying, they were soon going to be in for quite the struggle to keep food in their stomachs.
Andrew wasn't a stupid man – he had graduated with a degree in business from the same university that Anna had. The harships continued until he and a friend decided to start a business – his friend's money and his management caused everything to work out perfectly, and suddenly the family of six was moving out of their low income apartment and into an actual house, where each of the boys got their own room and the girl's didn't mind sharing. At this point, everything was going exceptionally well – Abi and her new siblings got along very well, even if they did think she was very strange. Nothing necessarily bad happened until Abi convinced her mother to give her piano lessons and the girl blew her out of the water at six and a half years old. From then on, she was marketed by her step-father – she was a musical genius, and people had to hear her play! The sudden fame reminded Anna of everything she'd had to give up for her little girl, and the long-covered bitterness resurfaced. She wanted nothing to do with Abi, and seeing their mother's reaction towards their step-sister, her three siblings began to act out against her.
Abi lived in a state of constant love/hate until she was ten – finally deciding she was old enough for a real show, her step-father got her a gig in a small piano bar. She refused at first, but when she was told that it was the only way she was going to be able to continue getting to play the piano, she agreed. She went to the gig and played something mediocre – that was the first night she was spanked for her music. After that, three times a week, she'd go and either flat out refuse to play or play something unspectacular, and she was taken home and disciplined. She began to hate the music that flowed so wonderfully from her hands. It was on the day of her eleventh birthday that she was taken to a different place – a smoky, loud club with awful music and too many people. She was choking on the smoke, begging her step-father to let her leave, and he smacked her. She started bawling, and continued until she was left alone in a room backstage. Then she stopped, staring at her hands, and made the most influential decision of her life. She played that night... The last night, she swore.
As soon as she was certain her sister was asleep for the night, the eleven year old packed everything she thought she needed in her backpack and a duffel bag, grabbing her jar of tip money from every show she'd ever played. There was nearly a thousand dollars inside, and she was sure that she could find work any place she decided to stop. She took her things and left the house, and she's never been back since.
She went to the bus stop and got a ride to the closest Greyhound station, where she got on the bus with the farthest destination, pretending she was older than she was. That bus took her from San Franciso to Las Vegas, where she spent a month and made nearly $6,000 playing in various clubs. She'd play at several different places throughout the days, and she'd get tons of money in tips, which she used to pay for her hotel room. Once she noticed that she was becoming well known enough for people to question her age, however, she had to leave, catching a train to a small city in Oklahoma.
It was in Oklahoma that everything finally caught up with her – she had more money than she'd ever had, but nowhere to go. She found a bridge to sleep under, sobbing herself to sleep as she made a bed of the cold and damp, thankful she'd decided to stop and get a pillow and blanket. She woke up the next morning to a warm ray of sun on her face – she'd moved towards the open area in her sleep, but that didn't explain the beautiful man that was sitting on the ground beside her, seeming to give off his own warm light.
It was her father.
He told her everything – including the fact that three rather nasty harpies had been following her since Vegas and were getting uncomfortably close. He told her she'd be safe in Camp Half-Blood, told her how to get there. Told her he was sorry. Patted her on the head, told her he was proud of her, and then he was gone. She was overjoyed – now she had somewhere to go.
Of course, she forgot about the harpies. She was just walking, enjoying the beautiful day, when suddenly, there was a hand on her shoulder, and she turned to see the ugliest woman she'd ever seen, feathers and all. She screamed, punched the woman in the groin (it would have been much more successful if it was male) and took off running, trying to lose them in the alleys of the city. When she discovered that she couldn't lose them because they could smell her, she became flustered and ran into a dead end. Unable to run any more, she collapsed onto the ground, sobbing.
She clenched her hands together, praying to the father that she'd just discovered, and suddenly, there was a bow in her hands. She stared at it despairingly – she'd never even seen a bow, outside of the television, let alone knew how to use one. But her hands moved of their own accord, her arms falling into the perfect position – in a flurry, three arrows were loosed from the weapon, which disappeared from her grip as soon as the creatures were dust. Shocked and confused, Abi fell unconsious.
She woke up with a horse. Not a pegasus, but a horse. One of the city's horse-riding police officers had found her, and kindly enough escorted her to the bus station, giving the little demigod a wink as he departed. She found out later that he himself was a son of Nemesis. She got on the bus to New York City, got on a subway there, a ferry to Long Island. As she stepped onto the soil of the island, she got a flash of what she believed was foresight – all of the directions to the camp. She made it there with herself and her possessions intact, including the almost $7,000 she'd accumulated since leaving her home on the other side of the country.
She was claimed two days after arriving, and was made at home in her new family – it was then that she discovered that even among her siblings, she was exceptionally talented at playing the piano. She wasn't ever a wonderful shot at archery – she was mediocre at best, and with the other instruments, she was only okay. But at piano, she was exceptional. She could sing decently well, too, but her voice paled in comparison to her siblings'.
The day that she discovered for certain that she also possessed the gift of foresight was her first day in the arena – she managed to not lose to a son of Ares. Well, at first. After she figured out why she wasn't getting beaten alive, she got excited – and got a shield to the face. A broken nose was easy enough for her siblings to cure, and with her own very minor healing abilities, she managed to get rid of the scrapes and bruises that were on her arms and knees from falling down. She discovered then that compared to the other demigods, she wasn't that great of a fighter – she was a tactician, a musician, a healer. She could defend herself, but not much else. And, well, since then... she's become fluent in Greek and donated her money to the camp. That's about it.
Mortal Parent: Anna Clark (Living in San Francisco)
Other Family: Any children of Apollo! <3
And Finally...
I, VENI, have made this entirely up. I did not rip somebody else’s application from any site, and have followed the rules accordingly.
And…? Yes.
