Post by summerpyre on Jun 6, 2011 11:46:49 GMT -5
KYNDRICK LAURENT
Name:: Kyndrick Sophia Laurent
Nickname:: Kyndie
Age:: 15
Gender:: Female
Species:: Demi-God
Olympian Parent:: Aphrodite
Years at Camp:: 3 (1 whole year, 2 summers)
Claimed:: Yes
Celebrity Claim: Molly Quinn
Looks::
Pale red hair flows down just past her shoulders, jet-straight as she resists any encounters with a curling iron. Too-pale blue eyes are set in too-pale skin, no matter how much time she spends in the sun. Likewise, no matter how many afternoons she spent on the running track or how many hours in the arena, her slight, pixie-ish frame refuses to change from what it was; forever too short, too skinny, too small. This is a fact slightly made better by the fact that no matter how she stuffs her face - which she does on an almost unhealthy basis, to the envy and disgust of most - she never gains a pound. Truly magic. She dresses simply - rarely varying from her usual combo of bright t-shirt and denim shorts, with a hairband or scrunchie or watch as her only accessory, but her clothes are obviously designer.
Personality::
Kyndrick likes to be outside. Sometimes sitting in class feels like pure torture, having to sit still and be good - its why camp is such amazing fun for her. Kyndrick adores the wide spaces, the out-of-guidebooks architecture, the sword-fighting and pegasi-riding and archery and moster-hunting. She's a bit of a scatterbrain, I will admit. Everyone always tells her that she's expansive, like the outdoors. She takes up too much space. That's quite a feat, seeing as she's just a bit over five feet. But she does like to stretch out, and she has a habit of talking with her hands. It’s really hard for her to hide her feelings, she's always glaring daggers at this person or absolutely beaming like some hopeless retard at that person or she'd be failing to hide her annoyance when a friend prattles on and on about that cute Aphrodite guy - 'hello? that's my brother you're daydreaming about'. Her parents call it expressive, her siblings calls it annoying. Poised and contained is the Aphrodite way. Cool and distant, to be admired but not touched. The fates have a sick sense of humor, pointing her out as a daughter of the Goddess of Love.
I guess she's flighty. She's always forgetting to clean up after herself, which means she's always losing stuff. Sometimes she loses track of the time or day, and she's always late. She operates on what she calls Kyndie Standard Time; everyone else calls it inconsiderate. I guess that’s true. She don’t always consider the fact that she's agreed to meet with Julia before lunch before deciding to go off for a run with some other friends, and she always forgets that if she decides to sleep in she'll mess up her cabin's shower schedule. She tries to be nice though. She really, really does. She likes people, and she likes socializing. She's just always forgetting her transgressions. She doesn't know how people can remember to hold grudges. She doesn't like to dwell on the past. She might take forever to make a decision, but once it’s done she doesn't like to think about it too hard. The only thing you can do is look to the future. You should always be on the lookout for your next adventure.
Which is an awful lot like her policy on guys, actually. Its not like she's some heartbreaking man-eater on the loose. She just gets so damned bored, y'know? Like, so many cute guys, so little time. She's fifteen - she'll get into a heartbreaking, epic love-story later, in keeping with mummy dearest's expectations. She's still young; why not live a little? Why tie herself down?
Family::
Father: Darrien Laurent
Mother: Aphrodite, Goddess of Love
Half-siblings:
Cameron Hale
Julia Porter
History::
There really isn’t much to Kyndrick’s history. It’s not that she hides anything, not that she has some deep, dark secret; it’s more that it’s so horrifically boring there really isn’t much of a point. Except, of course, the fact that she was born on Mount Olympus, before being sent down to Darrien Laurent, movie director and playboy of renown. He still recounts the tale to her - the moment he finds her on his doorstep, a little swaddle of pink in a cradle of pure gold, a little angel absolutely bawling as though her life depended on it in a way that was not at all angelic - with this look of...she didn't know how to describe it, except that it would always make her heart squea a little and she'd hug him as though she never wanted to let go. Darrien Elliot Laurent, for all his faults, clearly adored his daughter from day one. And so it was that little Kyndrick Sophia was born on March 12th to Darrien Laurent and Aphrodite, after a whirlwind romance that lasted exactly seven months. Sure, it stung a little that she had never even seen her mother. She hadn't even known the name of the women before she arrived at camp, thus enjoying the dubious honor of being an 'undetermined' Hermes camper. After a couple of hours at camp she decided she liked being a Hermes kid, and most said that she might just actually be one - but that's getting way ahead of ourselves.
Darrien met the goddess Aphrodite onset, just another one of the hopeful actresses gracing the set on a daily basis. Except she was different; her beauty only rivalled with her self-confidence. Her conceit balanced by her charm. And when she looked in his eyes - it was like she knew him. The movie was filmed in the Carribean - perfect weather everyday, and the very gods seemed to favor them. There were none of the usual problems that went along with filming in unfamiliar conditions - it was his first time filming abroad, and it was a test, almost - and it was enough to have the usual uptight man relax a little. Just enough to enjoy himself. Just enough to not second-think his moves. Just enough for him to fall in love. It completely went against his strict work ethic, against him, and how he always was. But such was life. 'Love is a heady feeling,' he remarked more than once, and Kyndie - even as young as six, sitting patiently in her daddy's lap with a book as he strolled down memory lane - would nod solemnly. His head would clear, and he'd seem almost surprised to have said such words aloud. He'd ruffle her hair and send her skipping off happily, to play with one of the hired army of au pair's and governesses while he got into one of his drinking binges.
He was in love with her. It was not some fling, at least not to him. It was all he could do keep on living like normal - the man was a hopeless romantic at heart, which might have been part of the draw for Aphrodite, and for a while considered his life quite empty. Kyndie's arrival could thus be considered a blessing in disguise, giving him something to live for, something to work on. Sure, his work kept him busy, but he tried to be there for her. Growing up, it was mostly just the two of them - until she started seeing monsters. Having grown up with greek legends as a staple for her bedtime stories, Kyndrick remarked quite matter-of-factly that she saw a Cyclopes at school - her janitor. They were friends, she said with her trademark impish grin. He didn't seem that bad. The girl had been nine at the time, half her world fantasies and exaggerated experiences, and didn't notice when her father went pale. Darrien gripped his daughter by the upper arms, looking her firmly in the eyes. Don't be silly, Kyndie responded, annoyance tinging her curiosity just ever so slightly - he was standing in front of the view she was trying to paint of their summer villa's surroundings, the rolling hills and endless vineyards. Why'd he wanna eat me?
It went on like that for years - Daddy, look! That lady has wings!, Daddy, my teacher says I look like my mummy. How does she know my mummy?, Dad - this goat-dude says I have to go. Go where?--the last, of course, being the final straw. She had been twelve at the time, and unknown half-bloods were being collected from all over the country to assist in the upcoming war against Kronus, the war later known as the Battle of Manhattan. Kyndrick was claimed almost immediately on arrival - imagine if you will, a befuddled girl of twelve and looking about two years younger being greeted by giggling girls and a cloud of pink, dragged to watch the video which explained some - I...what? A Demi-god? They're real? Like, really real? Ashton, if I find you hiding anywhere... - but left more questions unanswered. The entire year she'd spent training hard, preparing herself, unfortunately for naught. She had spent the war 'defending the camp', which meant nothing more than standing at the border with an unbalanced sword and an oversized helmet, face pale but grip strong. With all that drama over she was more than happy to enjoy a regular life, though coming down every summer since to brush up on my mad skillz, as the girl puts it. Of course, there's the Great Prophecy - new and improved - to worry about, with unknown threats just beyond the horizon. But that's nothing for a Child of Aphrodite to worry about...right?
Every time she tied to soothe herself so, she was reminded of the fact that her old counselor, Silena Beauregard, would probably beg to differ. There was nothing for it, she supposed, except to keep her weapons sharp.
Name/Nickname:: Lyss
Roleplaying Experience:: 4 years
Sample RP::
The young girl was a fool, Natalie remembered, and the year apart did not revise her opinion. The first clue to it - the Lady was gracious enough, or maybe tired enough, to try for a clean slate - was the look of surprise on her face at the sight of her blond counterpart's attire. Truly, they were in a land on the brink of a war and the best she could do was comment on another's choice of wear? The small smile - sardonic, amused in a cool unamusing way - that had been on her face as the other girl spat her name out slipped off as the horse that had been walking alongside the girl seconded the younger girl's comment, and like the two men on either side of her she could only look in blank incomprehension. A Narnian Horse, with such an idiot? These truly were dark times. She - Natalie guessed from the Horse's voice that it was indeed a she - was saddled and everything, which was in clear contrary of everything she knew of the proud creatures. If her words were anything to go by, however, she was as big an idiot as her mistress, for that was obviously what Johanna was. Not at all worthy of her enlightened state, but Natalie didn't need more enemies. One spoiled brat at a time, and even that was a bit more than she could handle. "Pardon, Madam, if I offend," she offered to the Horse with a small nod of her head, so polite she would have been able to pass in the most discerning of courts. Aslan only knew how she kept the disgust off her features.
It was not well done of Johanna to not introduce the Horse's name, for she was as every bit a Being as anyone there and had far more rights being a Free Narnian et al. It was perhaps lucky that Natalie didn't exepect anything more of her, though she wondered how they came to meet. Natalie was distracted from that particular train of thought when the girl relented enough to admit her intent, and a smirk graced her lips once more. This was a pretty little twist of fate - she would merrily stab whomever made it so. To say that their families had not been the closest of friends would be a hideous understatement. It was something that had gone on for generations, renewed with every one so that neither side knew what had been the original cause. Natalie's father had not been the friendliest of people to anyone, and had been happy to vent whatever irritation on the Lord Richard. One of her brothers had been a bit too friendly with the Lady Dianna, channeling Romeo and Juliet, and had been heartily walloped by both Lord Richard and their own father-each pater shouting obsceneties of the evil seducer toying with the emotions of their innocent offspring. If Natalie's dear brother had ever been innocent, she was not aware of the fact. She had been too young to really know anything of the lovers' failed plan to elope, but upon arriving at Court, had made her own rivalry with the youngest of the latest generation.
The words uttered by the lady could have been taken for a challenge, and the men on either side of her chuckled lowly in recognition of the fact. Here, they might have thought, was a little entertainment after a long round of hours in the saddle. Lovely. "I am King Raoul's ambassador to Narnia and a member of High King Peter's inner council. For the time being, also appointed leader of Archenland's sent knights." She pulled a face at last, knowing herself grossly inadequate for the job. The only reason she held it was because the two responsible for the job were injured, which was nothing to cheer about. But the absolute worst was what she had yet to say, the thought of which already giving her a bitter taste in her mouth. "If you are indeed here to help, princess, you will have to report to me." Not that she didn't enjoy lording such a thing over the other - it meant that they were going to be in close company for a while yet. Natalie loosened her grip on the reins, which were biting into skin of her hands. "Look, Lady Johanna, this is not some child's game. King Edmund is missing. You were a fool to have come so far alone, though I admire your bravery." She did not, truly, but there had to be some sugar to sweeten the heavy dose of medicine. It was so like a silly little girl, to think she could come riding in to the rescue.
Her eyebrows furrowed at the girl's dismissal, hands tightening in anger once more, before nodding curtly. "Exactly what we need," she muttered under her breath. "You could stay in my own chambers, rather than bother the chambermaids. I have to return after reporting to Peter regardless, to report to Raoul," she added louder, for the Lady's ears, though in the end she trailed off slightly as she sorted out her own plans for herself. This was an unwanted diversion from her plans, and she had not even thought to have the girl full access to her rooms until she said the words. But she wanted the girl somewhere they could keep an eye on her. And keep her out of trouble. And, besides, she rather stab herself with a rusty knife than have the little runaway accompany her all the way back to Anvard.
