Post by Teresa Spartan on Mar 8, 2013 20:48:27 GMT -5
TERESA ALLIE SPARTAN
Out of Character
Alias: Resa
Age: Sixteen
Gender: Female
RP Experience: I have 5 years under my belt, but it's been a while
How Did You Find Us?: Google.
Activity Level: As much as I possibly can.
Other Characters: n/a
Keyword in Rules: Verified by Ana
RP Sample:Nares inhaled a heavy aching breath as pillars stepped off the ramp of yet another trailer. Fiery locks stained with blood from others rested over his dark mocha eyes, showing a tired, distance feeling. Nape hung his skull closer to the floor of the action place, a place that he became much too comfortable in. Whip banner slashed at his sides as blood patches ran over his barrel. Although there wasn't a single injury on him with the exception of a massive gash in the center of his chest that would be needing veterinary care, and the flesh wound that ran down his forehead an inch below his eyes, other than that, he he nothing else on him, though more blood stained him than what actually came from the wounds. Pillars were trembling, his stride unsteady and slow as shock continued to overtake the brute. Stumbling over his own hooves he quickly picked himself up with care, his knees running over the gravel floor, picking up dust particles as he struggled back to his feet. Tiara shook lazily as the buted equine wandered into a small rectangular pen. It wasn't the most desired place to go, but it meant he could stop walking. It hadn't taken long for the news to spread about the injuries of what seemed to be the flashy warmblood, under the caked blood, mud and clearly disaster.
Due to the kill of his once master, he had no name, no story nothing. He was simply just another brown horse, that looked like he was on his last legs. Depression swallowed the thin frame, his tiara lowered in his pen, gazing at the horse across him. Though there was still a fire, yet nothing he was familiar with. It was more of an aggressive fire, rather than the energetic, bubbly equine he once was, more than happy to please though at the moment he wanted nothing to do with pleasing. As a female of a little size, maybe only a few years of age had wandered up to the fence of the little paddock where the battered equine stood. Her voice was high, her arms flailing around towards him. Some how, his brawny bodice finding an energy he's never found, torso jumped forward and ivory fangs bared towards the female, jaw snapping near her hands, his twin audits laid against his skull like they never exist. Where this attitude came from, he wasn't sure, but he could feel his body craving something new, and different.
As the girl's scream of terror entered the brute's mind, satisfactory crushed his body and the feeling soon became a necessity. As the mother of the little girl pulled the little body away quickly and hurried along, the silence relaxed his tense muscles as his orbs closed quietly, his body turned away from the people wandering through the auction paddocks, gasping at the condition the brute was in. He knew he wasn't the handsomest horse in here, he wasn't the tallest, he was cleaned up to put the best show on and get the best price, he knew why he was here. He wasn't going to have a chance in that ring, he was going to rest it up in here for a while then will be moved into a cattle liner. Maybe it was for the best, his running low on faith and hope, but what else was left to do. Shifting his balance, he took a small sigh, lungs pressing against his rib cage before contracting, and then the process would be repeated.
Few hours had gone by, all of the two-legged species had left for the auction to watch as horses ran through, maybe finding forever homes or just going home to home like he experienced. Harks flicked back as the faint sound of the auctioneer's voice broke his silence, his nape carried his tiara up a little bit. The wound on his chest as tried and scabbed over , though as he lifted his head, the scabs were breaking and crimson liquid was beginning to run down his chest once again. Pillars were becoming shaky again, maybe because the slight pain reminded him of the accident, but after running through all optioned, he legs had decided they were going to just fold under him. His body rested in the shaving, his chest staining all of the wood shavings carefully, the side of his barrel leaned against the metal fence, his nape ached lightly as he rested the velvet maw on the pale brown shavings, orbs closing again in hopes of getting some more rest before his time was up.
General Information
Full Name: Teresa Allie Spartan
Gender: Female
Birthday: February 23. 1673
Age: Appears Sixteen, but actually Three Hundred Sixty Years old
Camp Experience: New arrival
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Claim Status: No
Divine Parent: Nymph [ a hunter for artemis ]
Looks
Hair: Long, silky, natural and healthy. Teresa's hair is a bit longer than her breasts and it lays with a voluminous curl. Naturally her sleek locks always looked styled and modern. However she trims her own hair and really pay very little attention to it. Her hair colour is naturally dark brown with red highlights, a trait given from her parents. Her hair is often worn freely or in a braided style. Often her hair contains items from nature such as cut flowers, feathers or braided branches and leaves.
Eyes: Teresa has very dull steel - blue eyes that are cold. If looks could kill. Her eyes have an icey glare that is very dramatic and intense. They have mastered hiding emotion and feeling. Her eyes resemble death and lifelessness, something that she has trained them. They rarelly have emotion seep through.
Height: Five foot one
Weight: 110 pounds
Picture: Click
Playby: Georgie Henley
Dressing Style: Less is more. Teresa wears clothing that have very earthy tones such as browns, golds, greens and silvers. She avoids wearing clothing that has animal hide/fur on them as she appreciates all of the animals around her and how they treat her with such respect. She is often found wearing short summer like dresses four seasons of the year. She enjoys textures dresses that may feel like feathers or flowers. She usually accents them with a flower and a necklace made of hazelwood that has a purple stone on it. Her mother gave it to her she she never has taken it off. During winter she dresses with a simple pair of jeans and a pull over sweater. Her body maintains its heat very well and she rarely gets cold. However, her body does heat up very quickly in summer and under her dress she wears bikinis that she made herself. Ones that only she will see. Normally on her feet are a very well worn in pair of simple, nude flats that rarely are new.
General Appearance: She is very simple. Teresa is never seen with makeup, nor does she plan on ever wearing it. Her lashes are naturally a dark brown and her skin is nearly flawless. She is very short and has never worn a heel in her life. Her body is always tanned from constantly being out in the sun light[/b. She doesn't have much muscle and is very thin looking. She suffers from bulimia and struggles to keep her weight healthy. She supplements her diet with herbal teas and natural ingredients that way she can maintain a look that is fairly healthy.
What Makes Them Them
Personality Description: Teresa is very bold and confident about who she is and where she stands in the world. She accepts herself for who she is and loves the person she has become. Very little does she very doubt herself or the choices she makes. Looking at life very optimistically, she knows she was put on this world for a reason and she believes its to kill others. Alone, she is very natural. She wears no clothing or makeup and enjoys the silence of nature and the company of animals and the forests life. She is a happy individual with herself and believes that no one else matters. In a way she is very self centered and doesn't care what people think of her. She is often described as weird because she can barely read and write and she is never wearing modern clothes or styles.
Teresa suffers from ADHD, dislexyia, narcissistic personality disorder and Post Truamatic Stress syndrome. Her ADHD is used to the advantage. Her ability to move quickly and continuely be aware is something she is quite proud of. It has trained her to be nimble and to never wait on one thing. Her dislexyia is very mild. She loves reading even though she isn't good at it. But she is persistent and insisted that she can pull through. She has beautiful hand writing and refuses to write with the typical pen or pencil. She is very old fashioned and writes with indian ink and a feather or a special pen.
Now that we have seen the better side of Teresa, its time to come around to reality on what everyone else sees in her. She is very sassy, bratty and defiant. She refuses to listen to anyone but Artemis, and even then they have their love hate moments. She has absolutely no patients for people and her socializing skills are very awful. Teresa has very little sympathy for people and as a result has no friends. Thankfully, she enojoys being lonely and having very little communication with the rest of the world.
Teresa also has a sick comedy side, where she offends many people with her racisim, and her disgusting jokes. These jokes can range from sexism, racisim, sexualism to death. She is very bold with her words and doesn't mind if she offends people. She doesn't always believe she is right, but because of her defiancy, she refuses to believe other people are correct. Her problems are burried deep, and she refuses to talk about them. Therefore, sick comedy spills out of her mouth and she doesn't care. She finds entertainment out of people who are offends by her speech. Those who accept her for who she is, well its a little more boring for her. Those who challenge her are nothing but excitment and the thrill that keeps her life interesting.
Likes: wild animals, silence, forests, sleeping, painting and swimming
Dislikes: people, socializing, drama, eating, emotions, crowds
Fears: spiders, falling in love, someone finding out about her being bulimic, fire
Secrets: bulimic, loves skinny dipping in isolated rivers and lakes.
Ambitions: Killing those she wants dead, to be fears
Powers: Unbelievable archery, immortal, natural fighter, ability to communicate to land mammels [?]
Family and History
Personal History: She knew she had been cared for by an important individual in her life, however she doesn't remember who they are. She knows enough that she was raised in the forest with very little communication to the world. She learnt how to survive by sacrificing the lives of small animals for their meat, furs for the winter and vegetation as supplements. Growing up was very challenging and as far as she could remember she was alone. She naturally knew what to do though with her life and how to stay alive. She traveled the forests of the United States, watching animals and learning their strategies to hunting. This important figure had given her necklace and for some strange reason she knew to never take it off. Three hundred and sixty years later, it hasn't aged and she is still getting complimented on it. Her first animal that she tamed was a fox. The communication was very faint but both creates learned how to keep each other company. Every now and then the fox would disappear but within months would reappear. It had no name, it was just known as Partner.
As she got to sixteen she had been chosen. A visit had been paid to her by Artemis. The visit was very unclear and she remembers very, very little of it. All she knew was that she had been chosen and her title was embedded into the necklace. Another, very simple reason she has never taken her necklace off. Artemis had left her with a book that the cover was made of pine bark and the pages were parchment. All the pages however are blank and she still doesn't know what it means and what code is behind it.
She learnt to live in routine and eventually, months passed as years, years passed by decades and decades passed as centuries. Teresa was aware of her un-aging body but didn't question any of it. Over he years her study with wild animals had been over whelming. She learnt their body language and soon tamed a wild horse. The horse a simple bay and it wasn't the prettiest, but i got her off her feet and it traveled for her. She had made herself her own bow and arrows, and practiced archery. Archery soon became her weapon. She learnt to hunt with the weapon and it made life much easier.
As life carried on, she travelled more and more. She had made herself her own clothes and bags. She made herself accessories like rings and other belongings. Life was very simple and lonely. She knew ho to speak, and often spoke to herself, the gods and the animals. Praying each night about how thankful she was for her life and how she is happy. This however was all about to change. She has stumbled across Half-blood camp and doesn't know what to do with herself. Being as independent as she was to learning to follow rules, isn't going to be easy. But somehow the camp leaders want her to stay. and for some reason, she is.
Mortal Parent: Unknown
Other Family: Unknown
And Finally...
I, RESA, have made this entirely up. I did not rip somebody else’s application from any site, and have followed the rules accordingly.
And…? Yes.
