Name: Natasha Amelia de Angelou; nickname is Ash
Age: 18
Gender: female
Eyes: emerald green
Hair: dyed bright red
Height: 5'10"
Body Type: lean
Skin Color: pale
God Parent: Aphrodite
Mortal Parent: Acristo de Angelou
Country of Origin: France
Pets: Shiba Inu named Ivory
Talents: Natasha has a keen eye for colors and art so she paints all the time. She is also a very gifted dancer. She knows hiphop, tap, ballet, ballroom, and classic. Ash also is a slayer on electric guitar and singing.
Weapon**: Ash uses both a Celestial Bronze Bastard sword and saber that she got hand crafted for her specific height and strength.
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Flaws: She is very shy but tries not to show it so don't be surprised to find her in a crowd but not talking or writing in her journal. She also has poor eyesight so wears either contacts or glasses, preferring her contacts when out and glasses in her cabin or when she has studying to do. She is also very, very violent at times. She’s really quick to her saber if she get’s annoyed or angry, or even if she doesn’t feel like talking.
Powers(must relate to god parent; optional): Natasha has the power to telepathically communicate to the dove,sparrow, and Hare,as those are the sacred animals of Aphrodite.
Life Before Camp*: Natasha was born in the quaint town of Creuse, France on the Seventeenth of February in the year of 1996. Her mother, Aphrodite, played no part in her life other than conceiving her. Natasha’s father however, was the man everyone wished they had for a father. The family lived in their own small castle surrounded by a moat and stone bridge that was kept up by the groundsmen. As a child, Natasha would play amongst the trees surrounding the moat on the opposite side of the castle with her older siblings and a few of the groundskeeper's children that were her age. Acristo, Natasha’s father, was a very wealthy man who would do anything for his children. When Natasha was six, the man bought her a diamond hair piece that was in the shape of a butterfly which he claimed was as beautiful as the girl herself.
Growing up without a biological mother didn't really bother Ash all that much, she found that she enjoyed the company of her stepmother very much. Catarina, her stepmother, was fond of dresses and clothes which in turn became the two girls’ bonding time. Ash grew up dressed in the finest silks and outfits that Creuse had to offer and even had some dresses shipped in from all over Europe. The girl was spoiled and she knew it but she didn’t let it affect her if she could help it.
Then, one fateful night in December when Natasha was twelve, her father grew deathly ill. Told to stay in bed for the remainder of his few days, Natasha would spend time hours with her father simply talking of the time that why had out in the sun and away from the bustle of the castle. On the eve of her thirteenth birthday, Acristo de Angelou passed away in the middle of the night when all others were sleeping. Catarina and Natasha were affected most by this sudden darkness that was thrusted upon the family. Wanting to remember the day for years to come Catarina went out and bought herself a tattoo in the shape of a white rose to which Acristo would give her every morning without fail.
As the time between her father’s passing grew Natasha became more and more focused on sword training to get her mind off of things. From dawn to dusk, three days a week, the girl would train with the sword master that her mother hired for her. On her off days, Natasha would spend her time painting the hills and area surrounding the castle. As Natasha grew she came upon a letter that her father addressed to her for her to open upon her eighteenth birthday. When the day arrived she opened the letter to find its contents to be a map, money, and a letter her father wrote dated a month before he was bedridden. The contents of the letter were of her biological mother and the gifts that were going to be hers when she attended a camp in Long Island, New York.
Following her father’s last wishes the girl traveled all the way from her small town in France to the big cities of New York. After following the instructions on the map she came upon the camp and promised to fulfill her fathers wishes until the day she could not anymore.
RP Example*: This was not going to be the end for me. I kept telling myself as my saber hit the dummy before me time and time again. This was not going to be the day that I was like my siblings. All of them focused on clothing and makeup and flirting, granted i used to love clothes myself. As my blade sliced once more to the dummy his head came clean off and went sailing twenty yards only to bounce and roll into the woods.
Any notes about your characters: tattoo of a dream catcher on her left rib cage and a Celtic knot band around her right bicep
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