Post by Keelin Renée Wyebourne on Oct 11, 2012 0:06:06 GMT -5
keelin renée wyebourne
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[/center]Out of Character
Alias: Maria.
Gender: Of the female persuasion.
RP Experience: ~3 years.
Activity Level: Daily.
Other Characters:
- Talysus Giselle Winchell.
- Bobbi Rianne Koester.
- Skye Jade Remmington.
- Lucy Madeline Chandler.
- Chloë Gabriella Black.
- Kadence Iola Hunter.
- Tyler Maxwell Panabaker.
Keyword in Rules: Verified by Ana.
RP Sample:See Bobbi Koester's posts in "The Sun Must Set to Rise," set in the World board.
General Information
Full Name: Keelin Renée Wyebourne.
Gender: Female.
Birthday: November 13, 1991.
Age: Twenty-one.
Camp Experience: She originally came to camp at age twelve. She's spent short periods of time away but never more than a summer or so.
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual; mostly straight.
Claim Status: Keelin has long since been claimed.
Divine Parent: Apollo. She is a counselor.
Looks
Hair: Keelin has always liked her hair, which is thick, wavy, and black as coal. She will occasionally flatiron it but usually leaves it in its normal state. One thing she does often do is adorn it with cute little rimmed hats.
Eyes: Keelin's eyes change with the light from brow to grey to green. She has thick, dark lashes that are rather short and always outlines her eyes with liner and uses lengthening mascara. Sometimes she wears glasses, but they are more an accessory than an actual tool.
Height: 5' 5"
Weight: ~125 lbs.
Picture: Click.
Playby: Carly Rae Jepsen.
Dressing Style: Keelin's dress style is pretty artsy. You may find her in high boots and vintage T-shirts, along with maybe some chunky decorative glasses to boot. She absolutely loves every kind of hat and will wear them often, especially to shield her face from the sun since she burns easily. That being said, she adores accessories — everything from hats to glasses to bracelets to earrings. She has piercings snaking up each ear, but don't mistake that as emo or anything remotely close to that, because Keelin is anything but. Though Keelin isn't the type to go for designer label clothes, she does appreciate when people are dressed well.
General Appearance: Keelin stands up straight so that she appears taller than her actual five feet five inches. She absolutely loves high-heeled shoes and boots, and will wear them often so that, between this and never slouching, she appears quite tall. Despite this, she also looks pretty approachable because she is always smiling gently and wears clothes that make her appear more like a teenager than an adult.
What Makes Them Them
Personality Description:
triple threat actor, singer & dancer. This isn't really part of Keelin's personality, but it's an important part of who she is because she is so involved in what she does. Sometimes it's as though, when Keelin is doing one of these three things, the meek outside shell of her is stripped away. She is doing what she loves and her inner confidence shines through.
high expectations for herself. Seeing that Keelin is so involved in her singing, dancing and acting, it would make sense that she would expect herself to be pretty good at it. But really, sometimes she pushes herself much too hard and has to lay back for a few days — which isn't good for her, because Keelin hates feeling lazy, useless, or anything along those lines. She is a complete perfectionist and expects everything she does to always be right. But nobody is perfect, so Keelin isn't. This means she is often mad at herself.
breaks down easily. See above — when Keelin has too much pressure on her, she breaks down.
sweet & bubbly. On the outside, Keelin is a sweet, if not a bit naïve, person. She's charming and bubbly when she is in a good mood (which she usually is, as it takes a lot for her to snap. But when she does, look out because she definitely has her moments. However, she regrets them afterwards and tries to control them, as they are few and far between.
rebellious streak. When Keelin has her little moments, she becomes pretty stubborn and rebellious. Though, like said before, she definitely regrets being this way afterwards, in the moment she is completely different than normal. It's as though she has split personalities, but of course something inside of her just snaps like it does with all of us.
insecure & gullible. After the incident with Adam and her unwanted pregnancy, Keelin wasn't quite sure what she should do with herself. Over time she became very different; more insecure, for one. At one point, she entered a depressive stage where anything could make her cry. Though that is several years behind her, she's still a bit wobbly emotionally and she will believe anything she is told because, as she's learned, the very unlikely is still possible.
dorky, quirky & artsy. Sometimes, Keelin lives in her own little world working at the arts and crafts tent. She isn't afraid to get glitter glue all over her clothes and is a self-confessed dork and nerd — she is rather smart, if you look beneath the bubbly, pink surface. She has her quirks and loves being different. As long as it's good different, that is.
caring. Keelin is the girl who will adopt a dog she finds on the side of the road. She loves little children and is a born babysitter — kids are one of the reasons that she stayed at camp after she could leave. She's a loyal and valuable friend to have.
athletic. Keelin loves sports and her legs are toned from her daily runs. She takes pride in her appearance, yes, but also enjoys exercising within itself. (gasp!)
addicted to gum. 'nuff said.
Likes:
- Alternative, indie, & pop music.
- Singing, dancing, and acting.
- Her siblings.
- Most of the other campers.
- Shopping.
- European food.
- Gum.
Dislikes:
- Spicy food.
- Feeling guilty.
- Not having gum.
- People who can't take jokes.
- Being fooled.
Fears:
- Heights.
- Her baby secret being found out.
- Being/feeling alone.
Secrets:
- Her old boyfriend got her pregnant and she aborted the baby.
- She is horribly afraid of heights. She's afraid that she will be deemed weak, so she tries to face her fears, but this is abnormally strong even for a phobia. She simply refuses to fly in airplanes. She did during her childhood and literally had a mild panic attack.
Ambitions:
- To make it in the world of showbiz.
- To put the baby stuff behind her. Nobody has ever found out but she's worried somebody somehow will. Keelin has yet to get over the entire episode.
Powers:
- Natural singer & guitarist.
- Natural archer.
Family and History
Personal History:
Helena Wyebourne 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 Wyebourne. 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 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.
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 Wyebourne, 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 November thirteenth, 1991. At precisely 6:33 AM that day, Helena Wyebourne went into labor. Her mother drove her to the hospital, and a healthy baby girl with velvety light 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 Keelin; she had found the name somewhere and it had stuck in her head.
It was soon evident that Brayden nor Helena had been intoxicated during that last conversation of theirs. Keelin 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 Keelin was never straight-out expelled from school, she was always on the edge. 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 Wyebourne residence when Keelin was ten years old and recalling her school day to her mother over homemade macaroni and cheese. Keelin 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 Keelin 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 Keelin climbed onto a train bound for New York. A long ride it was, just long enough to explain to Keelin 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.
Keelin 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. Her life at Camp Half-Blood was pretty uneventful until age sixteen, when she got a boyfriend. His name was Adam, and he was everything that she thought a boy should be — gorgeous, sweet, genuinely caring, smart. He was a child of Hermes, and they were together for two years. At age eighteen, they got daring and spent a night together in the then nearly empty Apollo cabin. Soon enough, Keelin realized that she was pregnant.
Scared out of her wits, Keelin quickly left camp to get an abortion. Nobody knew, not even Adam, whom she dumped after she returned out of pure fear. After that, her snappy and extroverted personality deteriorated into something a little more meek. At age twenty-one, she became a counselor. Adam has long since left her life — he left Camp at nineteen for who-knows-where — but Keelin is still worried someone will find out about the baby that she robbed of a life.
Mortal Parent: Helena Wyebourne; alive.
Other Family: None worth mentioning.
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…? Of course.
