Post by enternamehere on Jun 16, 2011 11:17:05 GMT -5
Arianne Briggette Cosimo
Name:: Arianne Briggette Cosimo Nickname::Ari (Close friends/family)
Age::17
Gender::Female
Species:: Demi God
Olympian Parent:: Hades
Years at Camp:: 5
Claimed:: yes
Celebrity Claim: Lea Michele
Looks:: With her dark brown hair and darker eyes, Arianne has always been revered through her hometown as the most beautiful Italian girl in the county. Her legs are long and slender, and she has mole just under her left eye. She hate her long fingers, and doesn’t much care for the shape of her feet. She is however muscular from all her work at the Camp, and she almost always has a sword in her hand.Personality:: While Arianne looks unassuming, she has among the most violent tempers around. She can explode in a second, then, snap back to how she was. She is intelligent, and loves reading and learning, but has trouble due to the fact that most schools require you to sit with other children. She is mostly a loaner, as she has a shell as hard as the door to Polyphemus’ cave. But, if you can ever get past that, she will be yours. She often fears she will not be loved because of who her father is, and she fears more that it will be because of who she is. Inwardly, she is sweet and loving. But it will take a lot of digging to get yourself there.
Family:: (a list is just fine)
Hades-Father
Vivian Cosimo-Munde- Mother
Carter Munde-Stepfather
Aaron Munde-Step Brother
Georgia Munde-Step Sister
Zeus& Hera-Aunt& Uncle
Ares, Hephaestus, Hebe, Hermes, Athena, Apollo, Artemis, Persephone and Hercules, Percy Jackson-Cousins
Annabeth Chase-Second Cousin
History::Born on September 8th, 1993, to Vivian Cosimo and Hades, Arianne spent the first few months of her life in the underworld, as her father couldn’t bear to part with his love and her child. But, winter came quickly, and their happiness could not last. Persephone began her decent into the underworld, and to buy himself time, Hades cast a spell on the two, making them appear dead. He then sent their souls to Elysium. He bought them a home, and settled the two there, and after seeming dead for two months, the pair was settled in the over world, in Patterson, NJ.
When Arianne was two, her mother married her step father, Carter Munde, and they had two children. Through elementary school, life was simple, and, much to the surprise of Arianne’s mother, normal. But, one day, shortly after she started middle school, a man came and convinced the school to let Arianne walk home with him. Arianne said she had no idea who the man was, but the secretary seemed adamant that she go. On the walk, she learned the man was her father, and that the reason she never saw him was that he was married, and the he was the god of the underworld. He showed her a few tricks with fire to earn her acceptance, and they walked home, kissed her once on the forehead, and once on the wrist. Suddenly, her wrist began to twinge, and she looked to down to see a mark shaped like a flame.
A few months after her meeting with Hades, Arianne was awoken in the middle of the night. Her step father and mother were screaming, as they led her to the car. Her mother stayed behind, while Carter drove the young girl to an unknown place. However odd, she gave him the directions to where they where going. The sky looked red as they turned the corner, and stared at an archway that read “Camp Half Blood.” She was then told that she was going to stay here, but begged Carter not to make her go. He only smiled and said “Be good.” He kissed her head, and carried her to the border of the camp, and she took two steps, and he was gone.
When she walked in, a large man and a man who appeared to be handicapped were playing cards. She told them her story, and then, the sky lit orange, and the head of Cerberus appeared, announcing she was the child of Hades. She lived in the main house until the Hades cabin was built two years ago.
Name/Nickname::Zach!
Roleplaying Experience::2 years
Sample RP:: Seth ran his fingers gingerly over the old book, afraid to rip the pages. The bible in his hands belonged to his father, and it was of great value to the family. Bound in black leather and encrusted with a large gold cross, it was the most beautiful thing Seth had ever seen, and, as a child, he would stare at it for hours. One time, he was caught in his father's study, staring, and his father simply lifted Seth to his knee, and read from the first story. He then kissed Seth on the head, and allowed him to take the bible, and put it somewhere special. The last kind gesture he had known, and it was now in his lap. Home was further. Hundreds further. He had no contact like most kids did. No contact to that little wood sided blue house with blue shutters. No contact to the mint green fence, the chipped paint that falls off in your hand as you touch it. No contact with all he had ever known. His mother refused the children a phone, except to talk to relatives on birthdays, and even Mama barley used it. She spent her days teaching the girls how to cook, while Papa was out at the church, Seth taught the boys to be men.
He had to chuckle at that thought. If Seth was not even a man, how could he teach the others to be? He couldn't. he gave his siblings odd jobs around the little farm. Move that bail, muck that stall, feed this horse. It was all very simple jobs. Then, Seth would set to the rest by himself. Tilling the fields, seeding the fields. He had one person to work with, and only on the days the family could afford to pay them. No. Life here was better. Easier. He could do as he pleased, after class, and as long as it wasn't illegal, or sinful. The sinful rule, he did his best to ignore. He wanted to date, he wanted sin. Anything that would make his father angry, was what he wanted.
Seth hated the man he called Pa. It wasn't a little hostility. it was Pure, blind, unlimited Hate. But Papa deserved hate. He deserved some much more than that. He deserved to know the error of his drunk slurs, shouted at children too young to know left from right. To know that everyday in school. Seth had to lie in front of the whole class because his father had tried to become violent at Mama. His father had locked him in the shed in the snow. His father. Not his Papa or his Daddy. Father. A Papa is someone who wrestles for fun, someone who dances on the garden plots with Esther when she was four. Played in the creek with his children in the summer. No. Papa was dead. make room, for Father.
Seth Sighed, and returned to the book, flipping through to Mark 9:14, and began reading the passage
