Post by gabrielle on May 23, 2010 22:29:09 GMT -5
ready to fight, a knife held close by your side
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GABRIELLE LEONORA VAUGHN
broken mirror, a million shades of light
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Name:: Gabrielle Leonora Vaughn.
Nickname:: Gabby (family only), Bri.
Age:: Sixteen.
Gender:: Female.
we can run to the end of the world
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Species:: Demi-God.
Olympian Parent:: Poseidon.
Years at Camp:: Less than one.
Claimed:: Yes.
the songs of the season are her only crown
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Celebrity Claim: Willa Holland.
Looks::
Standing at a whopping five feet three inches, Gabrielle is easily underestimated. Her light weight and lack of defined musculature only adds to these assumptions. Despite being short, Bri's limbs seem to extend from her body like the branches of a tree, giving her a body ideal for swimming and the like. She's not built for strength, endurance and agility being her strong points.
Her affinity for staying up late and wild lifestyle has led to her looking slightly unhealthy, with pale skin and dark circles under her eyes. That is all forgotten as soon as she smiles, her white teeth revealing themselves. They stand out against her ill appearance, giving her vitality. Her eyes also stand out. They are stormy blue with flecks of green, mimicking her father's eyes, right down to the playful gleam reflected in them. Gabrielle's face is heart-shaped, with sharp angles and straight features, much like her mother. Also like her mother, Gabrielle's hair is naturally stick straight. It is a soft chocolate color, interlaced with lighter hues from the California sun. Her hair reaches down to her midback.
As far as Gabrielle's personal style goes, it just happens to be whatever is clean. Her style approach could be called vintage casual, ripped jeans and over-sized t-shirts being large staples in her appearance. At camp, especially during the summer, Bri tends to pair cut-off shorts and a Camp Halfblood shirt, tied up to bare her midriff to the world. Worn down canvas Vans adorn her feet at all times.
Personality::
First and foremost, Gabrielle is not a nice person - well, at least not up-front. Gabrielle is an expert in leaving her defenses raised, stubborn attitude and quick wit coming out before anybody can finish a sentence. Bri has grown up being a loner, never really getting too close to anybody unless they could score her some beer. She doesn't have inside jokes or secret handshakes, preferring a medley of acquaintances over several close friends.
It is easy for Gabrielle to keep people away from her. She has a blunt personality that usually doesn't settle well with others. Bri is painfully honest, her comments sometimes carrying a venomous undertone. If someone's butt looks too big, Bri will be the one to tell them. Gab doesn't like to sugar coat things. She tends to offend people a lot, but she rarely cares. If it was her in their shoes, she'd rather they be honest with her, too. Gabrielle is also very sarcastic, thinking quickly and rarely taking anything seriously. Most of the things she says are sarcastic. She uses this particular trait to get on the nerves of others, or just to amuse herself.
Gabrielle has a destructive, careless view on life. Stemming from a fatherless childhood and stress of monsters, Bri has picked up drinking and dabbled in drugs. The young girl has taken on the role of rebellious teen, doing what she wants and not caring much for authority figures. She's the slightest bit unstable, making rash decisions and not thinking about consequences, despite being quite smart. This can be beneficial to her, or quite harmful, depending on the situation. She usually goes with her gut intuition.
Bri does have mean streak going for her, but she can be quite compassionate. She is fiercely loyal once a person breaks through her barriers, becoming a protective figure. When comfortable with someone, Gabby becomes more easy-going and laidback, allowing herself to actually have a good time. She is extremely playful and tends to stray from self-destruction when positive relationships are in her life. When someone becomes important to Bri, she makes sure they know it. Gabrielle has the ability to love someone with every fiber of her being. This side of her is very rarely seen, though.
Family::
Penelope Magdalena Vaughn - Mother.
Poseidon - Father.
Percy Jackson - Half-brother.
Tyson - Half-brother.
History::
To understand Gabrielle, you first have to understand her mother. Penelope Vaughn grew up in a sheltered, overly-religious household, the sixth child out of nine. Her childhood was fairly uneventful, riddled with Catholic school and early Sunday masses. There's only so much a young girl can take of that, so Penny quickly grew into a rebellious teen. She ended up moving away for college, ending up at California State in Long Beach, California. It was in the 1990s, which was a pretty crazy time, so Penelope quickly got swept into the wild parties and long nights. Sometimes, though, when the sun would be rising and parties would be ending, the young woman would walk along the beaches, enjoying the smell of saltwater in the air. This is where she met him.
Of course, Penelope knew what she was getting into, having a fling with a god at the time. Even then, though, it was doubtful that would've kept the two apart. They had an instant connection. Penelope's thirst for life and curiosity immediately interested Poseidon, who seemed to be looking for company. The two saw each other for a brief period of two months, before Penelope returned home for the Summer holiday and the man disappeared altogether.. It was there that she learned she was pregnant and quickly booted out of the Vaughn household. Without any place to really go, Penelope returned to CSU in the fall, attending school and working to pay her tuition. She took a break in January of the following year, giving birth to a little girl on January 23rd. Thus, Gabrielle Leonora Vaughn entered the world.
Gabby's childhood was fairly uneventful for the first several years, growing up as a bright, cheerful California girl. It wasn't until she reached the age of nine that things began to get a bit sketchy. On her way home from school one Spring day, she ran into a homeless man, which wasn't exactly rare on the streets of Long Beach. She looked up to offer an apology, only to see a large, frightened eye staring down at her. They stood, a few moments in silence, before Gabby did what any other nine year old girl would have done - she ran. Her little legs pumped her home in record time, where she retreated to her mother's bedroom to explain what she had saw. Penelope only held Gabby and listened, thinking it was just her imagination getting the best of her. More was to come, though, much more. They were living dangerously close to Los Angeles.
Things remained quiet for a few years, with Gabrielle pushing the memory of the terrified eye back into the recesses of her mind. By the time Gabby turned twelve, Penelope had a steady part-time job at a local restaurant, while she worked nights as a nurse at the hospital. Gabrielle adjusted to these ever-changing job hours, learning to fend for herself and take care of the house. She maintained okay grades in school, working past her dyslexia keeping her ADHD in check. Everything was going swimmingly. Well, somebody had to go and steal the Master Bolt, messing everything up!
There were whispers everywhere. No matter where the young girl went, Gabrielle could hear hushed voices. Something had happened; something was wrong. The world was off its tilt and the little girl could feel it in her bones. The sky was angry. Walking through the streets of Los Angeles county was an absolute nightmare, riddled with frightful second glances and paranoia. People on the streets no longer looked normal. Ten, long days passed by as Gabby stayed hold up in her home at all possible times, watching the news going crazy about some Jackson kid. Gabrielle thought nothing of it at that time, just thinking it was some stupid kid from some stupid family.
Everything settled down for awhile after that, allowing Gabrielle one year of normalcy. She returned to school with her ambition gone, slowly changing into a moody thirteen year old. Her grades went downhill, something Penelope began to notice. She tried to talk to her daughter, but Gabrielle only shrugged her off, leaving the room whenever the subject was brought up. In Gabrielle's mind, her mother didn't understand what she was going through or the things she saw. The monsters were getting to her without touching her, watching her in the streets. They never got close enough without the young girl bolting straight home, but Gabrielle could tell their was a target on her back. She was terrified.
It wasn't until Bri turned fourteen that things began to make sense. A freak storm was ravaging the Midwest and the whole city of Manhattan was separated from civilization. While the rest of the country was in a panic, Gab had her first real run-in with a monster. It wasn't exactly rare to see scavenger birds on the shores of Long Beach, but when Gabrielle spotted a giant eagle prowling the skies of Long Beach, she knew something was a little off. When the monstrous bird made a dive for her by the water, she knew something was way off. As if on instinct, the fourteen year old waded into the sea. She ducked under the surface of the water, and that's when it happened. Hours seemed to pass by as Gabby just floated beneath the surface, breathing and seeing everything in the water clearly. Suddenly, outrage burst in her chest, the stress of all the days she had spent confused and terrified. Gabrielle burst back through the surface of the water, not a drop of water on her, and a giant geyser-esque shot of water erupted from the sea. The Caucasian Eagle didn't expect the attack, so it was easily. After a few more minutes of both dodging and taking strikes at one another, the monster flew away, not enjoying the water very much. Gabrielle just stood in the water for a few moments, before shakily walking home. She barely noticed the Trident symbol shining above her head.
When Gabrielle got home, Penelope sat down with Bri, saying she had something to tell her. It was a long night, filled with questions and doubt. By the time Gabrielle slipped into her bed, all she knew was the she was the daughter of Poseidon. She was a demi-god.
The next year went by in a blur, with Gabrielle throwing herself into the party scene her freshman year of high school. She was confused and hurt about the news of her father, leaving drinking to be the only way to allow things to make sense. Her grades suffered horribly, barely passing to let herself continue onto the next grade. Penelope understood how her daughter felt abandoned and left behind, being disowned, but she couldn't stand to watch Gabrielle do that to herself. When Gab turned sixteen, receiving her license in the Spring, Penelope intervened, sick of her late nights out and having no idea where her daughter was. Gabrielle was getting out of hand and Penelope only had one place to send her. The two got on a plane for New York, Gab refusing to talk to her mother the whole way. She didn't even bother to say goodbye as she walked towards the Big House.
Now, Bri is at Camp Halfblood, only having a few weeks of experience under her belt. She absolutely hates it. She's in the middle of nowhere with a bunch of freaks playing real-life World of Warcraft. It's hot and humid, constantly smelling like burnt strawberries. She has to actually put effort into things, which is never okay. Her older brother is some big hero, leaving her only a year away from the prophecy and becoming the hero. If you asked her, Gabrielle would tell you it's all horribly unfair.
broken sword and shield and tears that never fall
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Name/Nickname:: JUST CALL ME GABBY. It'll be easier that way. <_< Or Kirsty. Whateva.
Roleplaying Experience:: Five years.
Sample RP::
"I'm gonna throw up in Reece's hair as soon as he gets here."
Marion hated having guests over. Usually, they had children of some sort, forcing Marion to interact and "be civil". The latter rarely happened, which then led to Marion being grounded or something. Guests also stole the attention of her doting parents, leaving Marion virtually alone at the kids' table during dinner, which was complete crap. Visitors of any kind were never a good thing in the Logan household. The Pendletons were an even worse thing in the Logan household. Marion knew it was going to be bad day; she could feel it in her little bones.
The ten-year-old sat upon a stool in the kitchen, legs swinging carelessly beneath her. She sat in a staring match with her mother, who had previously been lecturing her on being nice to the Pendleton boy. Her mother's disapproving gaze at her previous statement didn't phase the young girl in the slightest. It wasn't like she would actually throw up in his hair, no matter how ugly and repulsive he was. After a few awkward moments of staring, Marion rolled her eyes, jumping off the stool. Her mother only sighed in return, giving up on trying to turn her daughter into a respectable human-being.
"Pa, can I go over to Mrs. Duncan's and play with her cats?" Marion peeked her head into the adjacent living room, where her father was attempting to tie his tie, without much success. The older man let out a few curses, which Marion giggled at, before picking up his wand. With a quick wave, the tie attached itself around his neck, hanging perfectly from his collar. Reaching for his shoes, Marion's father shook his head.
"No, hon. The Pendletons will be here in any minute. Plus, the last time you went over there, you tied all her cats together and threw them into her pond."
"I was trying to make a raft!" Marion shrieked in reply, waving her arms in exasperation. She really had been trying to make a raft. It wasn't her faults cats didn't like water... or being tied together. Marion let a loud 'hmph', before marching up the stairs in the direction of her room.
"Oh, no you don't! Go wait by the fireplace for them to get here."
Marion froze as her father spoke. If her mother had said that, she would've kept going without a second glance. It had been her father, though, so Marion found herself reluctantly turning back. Slowly, she descended the few stairs she managed to climb, glaring daggers at her dad. The man only smiled in return, finding great joy in the whole situation. Marion only squirmed in her dress under his stare. Muttering about stupid parents and stupid Pendletons under her breath, Marion crossed the large living room to stand in front of the empty fireplace. She crossed her arms over her chest.
If one asked Marion why she hated Reece Pendleton so much, she wouldn't be able to answer. Every time she saw his stupid, little face, her blood would boil. The mere mention of his name made her jaw clench into a disgusted scowl. It was just natural for her to hate the poor boy. Even when they were young kids, the two couldn't get along, no matter what their parents did. Marion always managed to get along somewhat civilly with his siblings, but Reece was an entirely different story. Still, the Logans and Pendletons were always meeting up at random points over the years, vainly attempting to make the two get along with one another.
Thinking of all the horrible times she had been put through with Reece, Marion only smiled in a somewhat fond remembrance. As soon as she saw Reece's face, she was going to spit at him.
Marion hated having guests over. Usually, they had children of some sort, forcing Marion to interact and "be civil". The latter rarely happened, which then led to Marion being grounded or something. Guests also stole the attention of her doting parents, leaving Marion virtually alone at the kids' table during dinner, which was complete crap. Visitors of any kind were never a good thing in the Logan household. The Pendletons were an even worse thing in the Logan household. Marion knew it was going to be bad day; she could feel it in her little bones.
The ten-year-old sat upon a stool in the kitchen, legs swinging carelessly beneath her. She sat in a staring match with her mother, who had previously been lecturing her on being nice to the Pendleton boy. Her mother's disapproving gaze at her previous statement didn't phase the young girl in the slightest. It wasn't like she would actually throw up in his hair, no matter how ugly and repulsive he was. After a few awkward moments of staring, Marion rolled her eyes, jumping off the stool. Her mother only sighed in return, giving up on trying to turn her daughter into a respectable human-being.
"Pa, can I go over to Mrs. Duncan's and play with her cats?" Marion peeked her head into the adjacent living room, where her father was attempting to tie his tie, without much success. The older man let out a few curses, which Marion giggled at, before picking up his wand. With a quick wave, the tie attached itself around his neck, hanging perfectly from his collar. Reaching for his shoes, Marion's father shook his head.
"No, hon. The Pendletons will be here in any minute. Plus, the last time you went over there, you tied all her cats together and threw them into her pond."
"I was trying to make a raft!" Marion shrieked in reply, waving her arms in exasperation. She really had been trying to make a raft. It wasn't her faults cats didn't like water... or being tied together. Marion let a loud 'hmph', before marching up the stairs in the direction of her room.
"Oh, no you don't! Go wait by the fireplace for them to get here."
Marion froze as her father spoke. If her mother had said that, she would've kept going without a second glance. It had been her father, though, so Marion found herself reluctantly turning back. Slowly, she descended the few stairs she managed to climb, glaring daggers at her dad. The man only smiled in return, finding great joy in the whole situation. Marion only squirmed in her dress under his stare. Muttering about stupid parents and stupid Pendletons under her breath, Marion crossed the large living room to stand in front of the empty fireplace. She crossed her arms over her chest.
If one asked Marion why she hated Reece Pendleton so much, she wouldn't be able to answer. Every time she saw his stupid, little face, her blood would boil. The mere mention of his name made her jaw clench into a disgusted scowl. It was just natural for her to hate the poor boy. Even when they were young kids, the two couldn't get along, no matter what their parents did. Marion always managed to get along somewhat civilly with his siblings, but Reece was an entirely different story. Still, the Logans and Pendletons were always meeting up at random points over the years, vainly attempting to make the two get along with one another.
Thinking of all the horrible times she had been put through with Reece, Marion only smiled in a somewhat fond remembrance. As soon as she saw Reece's face, she was going to spit at him.
