Post by maria on Jun 16, 2010 1:08:46 GMT -5
ready to fight, a knife held close by your side
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KAYCEE ANNE BEVIER
broken mirror, a million shades of light
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Name:: Kaycee Anne Bevier
Nickname:: Kay, CeeCee (isn't sure where the second "Cee" came from)
Age:: 17
Gender:: Female
we can run to the end of the world
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Species:: Mythical Creature---Sea Nymph
Olympian Parent:: n/a
Years at Camp:: 6
Claimed:: n/a
the songs of the season are her only crown
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Celebrity Claim: Alecia "P!nk" Moore
Looks::
Nymphs have always been attributed to having a certain look, usually one of a youthful maiden of great beauty. Kaycee is no different, though over the years she has changed her looks. Her natural blonde hair has been cut and fashioned into a pixie cut and her nose has been pierced once while her ears have been done multiple times. She's about average height, maybe a little shorter, at an even five foot five and weighs, at the most, one hundred ten pounds. Kaycee appears soft and fragile, but she has toned muscles and keeps in shape by running and swimming...of course. Kaycee's skin is pale and has a porcelain look about her with almost flawless features and bright, olive green eyes.
Personality::
If someone were to judge, purely based off of looks, then Kaycee could be categorized as a punk and therefore she would could also be considered snobby, nor caring about anyone and all of that other fun stuff that punks are usually stereotyped as. However, Kaycee is a rather affectionate and social girl and she loves meeting people as well as taking care of those around her. When she's around her friends Kaycee is always laughing, smiling, and otherwise looking exceptionally bright and happy. She greets all of her friends, whether they want one or not, with a huge hug, and depending on the friend it's followed up by a large, occasionally sloppy, kiss on the cheek. Her greatest strength, at least according to her, is her ability to make people feel better. If Kaycee sees anyone down then she takes it upon herself to find out why and how she can help.
Failure is not an option. No matter what, Kaycee isn't going to allow herself to fail in anything that she does. People can tell her that she isn't going to succeed all they won't, but Kaycee won't bother listening and she continue. This, in some ways, also gives her a slight immaturity factor. She can be almost childish while attempting to go through with certain endeavors, not to mention she'll pull a prank on people if opportunity strikes. Kaycee loves cracking jokes and she can take one most of the time.
Her mood is as fluid as the water she is from and it changes often and with the slightest provocation. One minute she can be happy and skipping through life and in the next minute she can be angry or otherwise upset. Anger is not an easy emotion for Kaycee and it isn't often that she actually gets angry, but about the easiest way to get her to that point would be by making fun of her friends. She's not particularly strong, but her tongue has a sharp edge to it.
Family:: n/a
History::
Nymphs, while unlike many other creatures, whether they be mythical or otherwise, do not have parents. This does not mean they do not have families, but they are generally the other Nymphs in the surrounding area or, as in Kaycee's case, the Nypmhs from the same lake they are from. As every tree has a Nymph that guards and takes care of it, water Nymphs do the same with their lakes, rivers, or other bodies of water, but there are generally more of them. When one Nymph dies or leaves then another is created, making sure that there is an even balance. Kaycee is from one of the many Great Lakes in Michigan, specifically Lake Ontario.
Growing up as a water Nymph wasn't a difficult life, at least for Kaycee, and if anything it was fun and rather easy. There wasn't much for her to do, other than run away and making sure she wasn't seen as well as keeping the waters around her safe and clean. Unlike the others around her, however, Kaycee was more keen with interacting with the mortals in the nearby city, often leaving for hours at a time to go hang around the mortals. While none of the Nymphs were against such actions, the youngest Nymph's disappearances were lasting for longer periods of times and the balance of the lake was being thrown off.
When she was eleven Kaycee had been gone for nearly four days, at during that time the other Nymphs had learned of Camp Half-Blood and they thought that possibly she would like it better there than where she was going to be forced to sneak away. Of course, that brought along the matter of once again creating an even balance in the lake. When Kaycee finally returned to the lake she was told of the camp and, without taking more than a few seconds to think it over, agreed to going. They weren't going to let her go by herself. Mythical creature or not, she was only eleven years old, and so one Nymph went with her to the camp.
Camp Half-Blood had it's own lake nearby, which for Kaycee was a rather good thing. The older Nymph that went with her staid for six months before leaving for Lake Ontario once again. It's been six years now since Kaycee first moved and if she's not hanging around with a large, loud group of people then she's normally by the lake.
broken sword and shield and tears that never fall
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Name/Nickname:: Maria
Roleplaying Experience:: five years
Sample RP::
Christopher James Price hated shopping with a passion that burned brighter than a thousand suns...talk about poetic. But it was true none-the-less. He didn't even think that "hate" was a strong enough word to describe how much he hated shopping, but unfortunately there wasn't a word that had been thought up yet that was stronger than "hate"...therefore it had to do. But if the junior hated shopping so much then why the hell was he walking through the mall in the first place? Well that is easily answered. There is only one week until his mother's birthday, five days actually, and he had procrastinated long enough in buying a present for her. At this rate it wasn't even going to get to her in time for her birthday. "I better get her one of those singing cards too," he muttered out loud, scratching the back of his neck. There was a reason he hated shopping. The mall was confusing and he wasn't any good at picking things out when it came to presents. He knew what his mother liked; jewelry, books, clothes, makeup, and hair things, but damn it, he was a guy. How the hell should he know what looked right?
His mind drifted back to her birthday the year before he had gone to Williamsford for his freshman year. Chris had gone to the mall with his best friend and together the two boys picked out a necklace that they thought looked like something his mother would like to wear. She was excited when she got it, or at least she pretended to look excited, and she even put it on. Two hours later she had to take it off because it was turning her neck green and his brother laughed at him. He kept telling Chris he was an idiot for getting their mother something so cheap. Too bad the necklace really hadn't been cheap.
With a heavy sigh Chris pulled himself out of the memory and realized he had walked into the card shop. Shrugging he looked through the cards, finally finding one that was cute but funny at the same time, and it sang some kind of song that sounded like an oldies song. His mother liked the oldies and so he closed it looked around some more, just to see if there were any other kinds of cards that might be better fitted. But there were none, and so he bought it and left the store moments later. Now where to go? He entered some stores and even into a jewelry store, but he learned quickly that if you didn't already know what you were looking for those people got very annoyed, especially if you said "I'm not too sure if I can afford some of these." Obviously you needed money for stores like those.
Slightly depressed, Chris gave up and bought fries at one of the food booths and an orange-banana smoothie from a fruit stand. Sitting down at an empty table Chris rested his chin in the palm of his hand with an obviously down look on his face as he slowly ate his fries. He wasn't even hungry and he really shouldn't have spent the money on them considering his first check from the car garage was almost gone, what with getting his school supplies and all. "Damn it...one of the few times I wish had a girlfriend so that I could ask her opinion," he muttered to himself again. Not that the relationship would have lasted very long; they never did.
His mind drifted back to her birthday the year before he had gone to Williamsford for his freshman year. Chris had gone to the mall with his best friend and together the two boys picked out a necklace that they thought looked like something his mother would like to wear. She was excited when she got it, or at least she pretended to look excited, and she even put it on. Two hours later she had to take it off because it was turning her neck green and his brother laughed at him. He kept telling Chris he was an idiot for getting their mother something so cheap. Too bad the necklace really hadn't been cheap.
With a heavy sigh Chris pulled himself out of the memory and realized he had walked into the card shop. Shrugging he looked through the cards, finally finding one that was cute but funny at the same time, and it sang some kind of song that sounded like an oldies song. His mother liked the oldies and so he closed it looked around some more, just to see if there were any other kinds of cards that might be better fitted. But there were none, and so he bought it and left the store moments later. Now where to go? He entered some stores and even into a jewelry store, but he learned quickly that if you didn't already know what you were looking for those people got very annoyed, especially if you said "I'm not too sure if I can afford some of these." Obviously you needed money for stores like those.
Slightly depressed, Chris gave up and bought fries at one of the food booths and an orange-banana smoothie from a fruit stand. Sitting down at an empty table Chris rested his chin in the palm of his hand with an obviously down look on his face as he slowly ate his fries. He wasn't even hungry and he really shouldn't have spent the money on them considering his first check from the car garage was almost gone, what with getting his school supplies and all. "Damn it...one of the few times I wish had a girlfriend so that I could ask her opinion," he muttered to himself again. Not that the relationship would have lasted very long; they never did.
