Post by Bobbi Rianne Koester on Apr 21, 2012 21:13:16 GMT -5
BOBBI RIANNE KOESTER
Out of Character
Alias: Maria
Age: --
Gender: Take a guess.
RP Experience: A year. Or two. Or three. Or so.
How Did You Find Us?: I helped create the site!
Activity Level: Every day.
Other Characters: Tal Winchell, Skye Remmington
Keyword in Rules: Verified by Ana on the PiratePad
RP Sample:See "Here's To Us" at the Strawberry Fields.
General Information
Full Name: Bobbi Rianne Koester
Gender: Female
Birthday: September 14th, 1995
Age: Seventeen
Camp Experience: Ten years, on and off
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Claim Status: She has been claimed
Divine Parent: Poseidon
Looks
Hair: Long and blonde; usually wavy but she sometimes straightens it.
Eyes: Gray, often accentuated with expertly applied makeup.
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 115 lbs.
Picture: Click
Playby: Britt Robertson
Dressing Style: Bobbi usually dresses casually but stylishly. She loves leather jackets, solidly colored shirts, and gray, white, black and blue jeans. She wouldn't be caught dead in neon outfits or busily patterned things, ever...she likes simpler clothes in white, black and gray, mostly. Sometimes, she'll wear a punk outfit.
General Appearance: If you've ever seen Bobbi before, chances are you've seen her on the beach, probably surfing. She's thin and tall and very fit from years of surfing and various other sports. She's extremely pretty but doesn't know it. She's your classic-looking California blonde, really...tan, fit, and tall.
What Makes Them Them
Personality Description: One of the first things that you may notice about Bobbi Koester when you meet her is that she is extremely competitive. If you've become friends with her, chances are you met her at a surfing competition and that's where her competitiveness is usually showcased in full. She will do almost anything within her power to prove herself better than other people — well, she doesn't cheat, but she'll train extensively if she knows she'll need to compete against an enemy, for example. She'll do ridiculous things to win; this is one of her biggest flaws. She can't lose and quite often can't accept responsibility for things either.
She'd blow up the world without a second thought if she had the chance to, but her heart is in the right place. She sort of hates her life, but as a child of the Big Three, that's pretty understandable, right? She's fiercely loyal to those she genuinely cares about (but there's not a lot of those people, really), she'll protect almost anyone she sees getting hurt if they're younger than her or look like they need help, and she is almost always willing to pass on her surfing knowledge to younger or more amateurish budding surfers.
She's extremely persistent. If she's planned to go to go surfing or swimming, she'll do it, rain or shine. She channels her heart and soul into what she enjoys doing (surfing, swimming, other water-related things) and won't rest until she's reached self-established goals regarding these fields.
Bobbi is sort of introverted, though "shy" is a terrible word to describe her. She just doesn't like socializing and doesn't care that she doesn't have many friends. She's alone and she likes it that way. Although guys will often flirt with her, thinking she's your typical model girly-girl from her blond hair and figure, she doesn't reciprocate.
Likes: Surfing, beaches, California, camp (most of the time), slow music, and competitions.
Dislikes: People who win against her, people who think they're funny, neons and bright colors, people who obsess over their looks, obvious makeup.
Fears: Monsters, falling off of her board and looking stupid, and just looking stupid in general.
Secrets: That she is bi.
Ambitions: To become a professional surfer, and to live past thirty. xP
Powers: Hydrokinetics, aquatic survival, communicate with fish
Family and History
Personal History: Jasmine Koester had moved from Hawaii to Malibu, California in the summer of 1994 to participate in first-class surfing competitions. That was where she met her then-boyfriend, Poseidon (known to her as Dylan MacCall), who was a judge at one of the huge competitions.
Poseidon was blown away by Jasmine from the beginning. Her skill was unlike anything that he had seen before, for a mortal. She was truly amazing. And the one time during the five-day competition that she was near to falling, Poseidon created a perfect wave for her. She won the competition. The judges' decision was unanimous.
Afterwards, Jasmine went to meet the judges and was taken by Poseidon...his confidence, his personality, his looks, his everything. They arranged to go out to lunch the following week "to, um, discuss surfing techniques," and completely hit it off. After a few months, Jasmine and Poseidon/Dylan started dating, and Jasmine found she was pregnant on January 23rd, 1995.
Poseidon was scared and fleed that night. Jasmine woke up the following morning to a silent house. Too silent. Dylan's side of the bed was empty. In a panic, Jasmine searched the house. She found nothing. She called his cell phone. It said it was disconnected. Her boyfriend's car was still in the driveway.
Jasmine was about to call 911 when she noticed a folded-up piece of notebook paper on Dylan's bedstand. She unfolded it, and it was an explanation. He said he still loved her, but he had had to go. It also revealed his identity. Jasmine was worried. She thought she had slept with a madman for nothing and nearly missed the postscript — There is a jar under the bed. Pick it up.
What?
She scrounged under the bed and immediately found a jar. It was half-filled with seawater. She held it up to the light, and saw the water morph into a heart shape before her very eyes.
Holy hell.
Jasmine tried to pull herself together. On September fourteenth of the same year, Bobbi Rianne Koester was born. She decided not to name her child after her boyfriend since after all, she was the one that was going to be raising her girl. From a very young age, Bobbi loved surfing. She took every opportunity she could to go out and surf on the beach mere minutes from her mother's home. Since she was homeschooled, that was often. Surfing was one of her "subjects," since it was a shared passion of Jasmine and Bobbi. By the age of five, she could surf like a professional, both because of all her practice and because of her father.
She made her first trip to camp at age seven, and lived there on and off. She was claimed three weeks after her arrival.
Bobbi competed in many surfing competitions and placed in all but one, but the crux of all of her surfing experiences...well, she was just surfing. It was no competition or anything. She was sixteen. She was surfing and it was raining. She hated it when it rained, but it wasn't like she was going to leave early or anything. And then, suddenly, she got cut off by another surfer.
It was a younger boy, around thirteen. And then, a wave formed and pushed Bobbi and the boy together. The boy, she learned later, was Bailey Allison. He was also a demigod.
The boy fell off his surfboard, into the water. Bobbi could tell that he was unconscious. She jumped off of her surfboard, underwater, willing herself not to get wet as she formed an air bubble around the boy. She then quickly swam to the place where the waves and sand met and ran for her purse, which she had perched on a random sun chair someone had left there. It was raining hard as she called 911. An ambulance came at once, and she watched as they lifted him into the back and drove away. She heard a crackly voice, as through a walkie-talkie, say "Bailey Allison."
A few days later, she drove to the hospital and asked if she could see Bailey Allison, wanting to explain everything. The nurse pointed her in the direction of his room, and she located it easily. She walked over to his bed and placed her hand on his shoulder. He noticed at once. "What? Who the hell are you?" he asked.
"Guess," she said.
She watched the recognition dawn in his eyes. "Y-y-you're that surfer. The one I crashed into. I'm so, so sorry. Really and—"
"It's okay," she said, smiling at him. "I saw the hellhound."
"I knew it! I knew I wasn't dream—Wait, what did you call it? A hellhound? But dude, those things don't exist. That's just legend and myth and stuff..."
Bobbi's mouth made a small O. This guy really had no idea who he was. She would have thought that he would know. Yes, he must be a demigod, she thought to herself. She saw him gaping at her and then realized she had said that aloud. He probably thought now that she was downright...just crazy.
The boy was staring at her, incredulous. "Uh, what? Did you just call me a demigod? As in part god?"
"Let me guess...You don't know your biological father," Bobbi said, sounding bored.
"How'd you know?"
"I'll explain later. Tell me about yourself," she said. If she was wrong...well, then, he'd think she was crazy or maybe got messed up in the head from the collision. If she was right, he was the one who would look stupid as hell. But then...everything spilled out of Bailey. He told her everything. It was typical. Vanishing parent? Check. People watching him? Check. Something above his head, freaking out about crap, and having no one believe him? Check. Check, check, check. It was all true.
"Yes," she said, "You're a son of Hermes."
"Dude. I have never heard so much crap in my life."
"Then, how do you explain the hellhound? Or the chimera?"
"The WHAT?"
"You didn't honestly think there was a random man who was lurking on the beach with a flamethrower, did you? That was the mist! It made you see a man when there was a monster! So, how do you explain all of that?...Look, you've gotta believe me. I'll prove that they exist." Bobbi fingered her backpack and, before she lost her nerve, pulled out a jar of seawater. It was the one her mom always had kept. The one her father had left under his bed the day he left forever. The jar was sixteen years old and a family treasure. Bobbi began to manipulate the water and watched as Bailey gaped at her.
"Give me your arm," Bobbi said. He obliged, and Bobbi poured a bit of the precious water on one of the many cuts from the coral the kid had. The cut gradually shrank and disappeared.
"H-how the hell did you do that?"
"I'm a daughter of Poseidon. When you were knocked out, I surrounded you in air before calling the police. That's why you're still alive."
"Uh, thanks?" Bailey was incredulous.
"I'll see you at camp later, ok?" Bobbi asked, knowing it was time to exit. She left the hospital feeling lighter than air. Finally, she had done something useful. She knew that the boy was a bona fide demigod, presumably a son of Hermes judging by his looks...or...was it possible he could be her half-sibling?
A few weeks later, for the millionth time, Bobbi returned to camp. She surfed, she swam, she trained with the bow and arrow, but her conversation with Bailey Allison kept swimming around in her head. Soon, he himself arrived at camp. She watched him from afar, rather than confronting him and telling him that she had been the one in the hospital room with him.
Her life at camp was lonely. People knew her powers were...well, very powerful. Honestly? They were scared of her. She spent most of her time alone.
Mortal Parent: Jasmine Koester, alive
Other Family: None
And 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.
