Post by Riley O'Shea on Aug 2, 2010 3:32:44 GMT -5
ready to fight, a knife held close by your side
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Alexis Riley Bennet
broken mirror, a million shades of light
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Name:: Alexis Riley Bennet
Nickname:: Alex, Lexi
Age:: 17
Gender:: Female
we can run to the end of the world
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Species:: Demi-God
Olympian Parent:: Dionysus
Years at Camp:: 5
Claimed:: Yes.
the songs of the season are her only crown
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Celebrity Claim: Missy Peregrym
Looks::
From head to toe, Alexis does not disappoint her greek heritage. She has long, dark brown hair that reaches to the middle of her back. Her eyes are large and almond shaped. Naturally, they are deep brown eyes. Her skin is the pleasing tan of a sun-kissed day, and as creamy as cocoa butter. Her body is slender and tall with little curves. She gives off the appearance of lithe, rather than voluptuous. Alexis' shoulders are somewhat masculine, and she does not lack muscle. Normally, she wears clothing for it's convenience rather than looks. She sticks to neutral, boring colors. Black, white and khaki are frequented in her wardrobe. For shoes, she owns one pair of sandals, one pair of tennis shoes, one pair of high heels. If she's lucky enough she doesn't have to use any of them, preferring to go barefoot. Her hair is normally in a simple ponytail or left down to get messy. She rarely bothers with elaborate styles.
Personality::
Alexis can be the best friend or the worst enemy. Her golden rule; Treat others as they treat you first. She tends to be a loner, hanging on the sidelines of everything and never really getting involved. Her reason? It's none of her business. The minute she gets brought into something, it means war. She has a temper worthy of Hades himself, but she doesn't like to use it. She would prefer to sit by herself and drink Jose with loud music playing. It's not that she's particularly anti-social, most people just annoy her in some way, shape or form. Some little tick, or twitch, or habit. She has a strong belief that each individual can control their own habits and actions, therefore, should be able to know when they are acting like a complete idiot.
Although, she is not without some social knowledge. She has a few select people that she approves of. Rather, Alexis is amused by them and for the most part, they are a decent person. She is aware of how to make small talk, and even delve into a full discussion or debate. However, her emotional sense is faulty. Most likely the cause from her unconventional upbringing, she is a rather hardened personality, and can sometimes be crude about it. Oftentimes, she offends people by accident, yet she shows no remorse.
Family:: Cassandra Bennet - Mother, alive somewhere.
History::
Cassandra Bennet was young when she met Dionysus. Nineteen to be exact. It had been a short, drunken whirlwind of a fling that left her with a child in her belly. By her family's standards, this was far too young to bear a child. So, Cassandra kept it a secret. Her first idea, of course, was to get an abortion. unfortunately, Dionysus was the father, and made it nearly impossible to kill the demigod growing in the young Cassandra's tummy. To hide her pregnancy from her family, she went into hiding for the duration that Samantha was in-utero. She cursed Dionysus everyday she felt a pang in her stomach, telling her the day grew closer. Of course, it did eventually come, and instead of being a good mother, Cassandra ran off, got a tummy tuck as soon as possible and went back into the world of partying and fun until her wrinkles overtook her visage.
Meanwhile, Alexis grew up with enough to support herself. Her nanny and Butler raised her in a cottage. She lived in a small town in Southern Illinois for most of her life. She went to a public school and had a couple private tutors. Her mother didn't leave her fending for herself, but she didn't take an active role in Alexis' life either. She had a tutor for Greek, and one for fencing. She never understood why until she found out about Camp Half Blood. Her mother had seen to it that she learn the two things before she go.
Eight months after she turned 11 years old, Alexis was accompanied by her nanny and butler to a remote place. It was a place she had to take a flight to, then a rental car, and eventually they were biking through the woods. They bade her goodbye, hugs were dished out and tears fell, all to Alexis' shocked reaction. She was told to walk forward. A voice sounded in her head, a man's voice. It was a voice she thought she had heard before, maybe in her dreams. They came to a stop at a rather odd looking tree. It was old and knotted, and darker than the rest. It looked dead, but it's leaves were full and green. Beyond that was a camp. A man stood just inside, beckoning her to come forward. He told her she was to live here now. This man, she learned was Dionysus, and her father. Of course, she had a bit of trouble accepting it, at first. He brought her to the Big House and found Chiron to formally claim her. She was taken to the cabin of Dionysus and hasn't gone back to Illinois since. Her old life was the past.
The place, Camp Half Blood was to be her new home apparently. Everything had been explained in a simple letter left for her from her mother. She wasn't allowed to ever see her mother again. This was mainly due to the fact that she still remained a family secret to the Bennets. Cassandra had finally unloaded her baggage, and Alexis had a place to call home...for now
broken sword and shield and tears that never fall
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Name/Nickname:: Izzie.
Roleplaying Experience:: 6 years or so.
Sample RP::
[From another site, basically same personality of this character]
Interesting was Samantha's only thought when she felt the magic come near. The magic from before, the one that startled her about the place. Only, older. It prickled along her spine to come to a buzzing rest just under her hairline. She kept her cool, focusing her eyes on the show below, appearing distracted and uninterested. It was not an easy thing to do, her natural curiosity making her want to dart around and find who the aura belonged to. It was vampire for sure, but powerful. The old ones always intrigued her. Somehow they never lived quite as long as the fey, but they still saw more than any human.
She watched as well as she felt him move to the couch across from her, drawing her in like a magical magnet. Her tri-colored eyes looked back from under her lashes much in the same manner he had stared above the rim of his glass. She took in the sight of him first. He looked so very young and handsome. His eyes held that broody feeling of someone who had seen more than they'd wanted to in their life.
Then, he spoke. His voice was soft and caressing. They were designed as the ultimate predator of the human race. Of course, Sam was no human, and wasn't mesmerized by this creature, just intrigued by the different feel of magic. She was used to energy of the seasons, not that of a non-recycling nature. Samantha smirked slightly, tilting her head to the side. "Actually, it isn't at all. Someplace where the darkest of creatures is made into a spectacle. It's like you're selling yourselves out for a show." She commented, making it obvious she knew it exactly what he was.
Now she wondered, would he know what she was? Would he recognize her for who she was? It would be interesting to see if this vampire kept up with supernatural politics. Of course, if he didn't recognize her, it was probably for the better. Sam didn't need to end up in a place where a bunch of blood-hungry vampires could after her sweet sidhe nectar. "Why? Are you used to such things? Not many beings would make a mockery of themselves when they are so powerful." She stated. When it came to human vs. faerie, or human vs. anything, Sam was very adamant that humans were still primal.
She watched as well as she felt him move to the couch across from her, drawing her in like a magical magnet. Her tri-colored eyes looked back from under her lashes much in the same manner he had stared above the rim of his glass. She took in the sight of him first. He looked so very young and handsome. His eyes held that broody feeling of someone who had seen more than they'd wanted to in their life.
Then, he spoke. His voice was soft and caressing. They were designed as the ultimate predator of the human race. Of course, Sam was no human, and wasn't mesmerized by this creature, just intrigued by the different feel of magic. She was used to energy of the seasons, not that of a non-recycling nature. Samantha smirked slightly, tilting her head to the side. "Actually, it isn't at all. Someplace where the darkest of creatures is made into a spectacle. It's like you're selling yourselves out for a show." She commented, making it obvious she knew it exactly what he was.
Now she wondered, would he know what she was? Would he recognize her for who she was? It would be interesting to see if this vampire kept up with supernatural politics. Of course, if he didn't recognize her, it was probably for the better. Sam didn't need to end up in a place where a bunch of blood-hungry vampires could after her sweet sidhe nectar. "Why? Are you used to such things? Not many beings would make a mockery of themselves when they are so powerful." She stated. When it came to human vs. faerie, or human vs. anything, Sam was very adamant that humans were still primal.