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by «---Alva Jay Zolkin«---
"Darling, I didn't fall from Heaven, I clawed my way out of Hell."
Name: My name is Alva Jay Zolkin. (Pronounced Ahl-vah J Zol-ken). I was named after no one in particular, my father simply thought that Alva was pretty and Jay was something simple that went along with it to create what he called a “nice ring to it.” Zolkin came ever so naturally through however generations that our family has been around. My nicknames include AJ, Ace and Ally if you wish. Though I must say Ace is my favorite.
Gender: I identify as female.
God Parent: My God Parent would be my mother, Chione, goddess of Ice and Snow. She’s Roman just incase you were wandering.
>>Family<<
Mortal Parent: My Mortal parent is Ryan Zolkin, a man that works hard for me and my siblings and has always had a strange belief that I could do anything that I wanted as well as a very strong trust in me, which I tend not to understand as well. His appearance is made up of blonde hair and green eyes standing at a taller height than I will ever get to reach. He has always had a love for music as well as dance and other such things of that sort. He meet my mother Khione at a coffee shop oddly enough, though the goddess was getting a cup of cold coffee, not warm if you get the irony there. They talked a little and honestly I don’t know all the details, but here I stand.
Stepmother: My stepmother’s name is Fiona, a woman of a tall height, light brown hair and grey blue eyes. She has a love for cooking things, particularly pastries, and making sure that my brother and I are constantly taken care of.
Siblings: I have one sibling that is my younger brother, Jacob. He is currently 13 years of age and has a love for videogames and the bass guitar. He has brown hair and blue eyes, looking almost nothing like me.
Date of Birth: November, 17th, 1996. My current age is 18.
Place of Birth: I was born in Moscow Russia, actually. I lived there for only a short time and unfortunately, don’t remember hardly anything.
Hometown/Last Residence: Haytham Montana is where I was raised when I moved from Russia at the age of 3. I consider this place of roughly 350 residents to be my hometown and a place that I keep close to my heart.
Race/ethnicity: I am 30% Russian and the rest of me is a mix of Irish, and Swedish. Approximately 10% of both.
Accent: I tend to speak with a light Russian accent, typically adding emphasis on my L’s and pronounce the “th” sound like a z. So for instance if I say this, it will be pronounced “zis.”
Skin Tone: My skin tone could be considered a pale Ivory if that makes sense? I mean, i'm not deathly pale, but you can tell that I am definitely pale to a certain extent.
Eye Color: My eye color is a very light Hazel. Sometimes people tend to ask me whether they are actually hazel due to the fact that are mixed with the natural grey in them that tends to stand out just a bit more. But trust and believe, the technical term is Hazel.
Hair Color: My hair color is a very light blonde color and could possibly considered platinum blonde, though I prefer to refer to it as blonde. I’ve never considered platinum blonde as a so called “natural” hair color.
Hair Length: My hair falls down to my waist in the long length that I have always prefered to keep it. It is falls in natural light waves, not to be confused with curls.
Height: I am 5 foot, 2 inches or roughly 157 centimeters.
Weight: I currently weigh 112 pounds.
Body Type: I am considered to be the Inverted Triangle.
Appearance: My appearance you ask? Well, my face is made up of my tiny, gray-hazel eyes, average lips and nose and my possibly to long golden hair. My hair is usually left falling naturally or pulled into a pony tail that is nappy looking with my bangs left out to do their own thing. I wear neutral color clothes such as whites, gray's and blacks. I may throw in a dark blue or purple shirt every once in a while. I always wear my leather jacket somewhere on my body unless I'm sleeping. I wear either combat boots, converse, or converse lace-up boots, maybe wedges with my dresses that I adore. When I do wear dresses, skirts or sorts, they are short. And I mean like.. shorter than they should be most likely, but not short enough to show inappropriate things.
Weapon: I fight with a double bladed ax that is made from Imperial gold where as the handle is oak. I took my time with it once with the help of a crafty Apollo child to carve snowflakes and make a ribbon curling design all the way down it. We left them plain, not bothering with paint. It’s actually a tube of lipstick, to tell you the truth. I uncap it and poof, there you have a sharp double bladed ax ready for battle. When I don’t feel like shopping monster’s up, I will use my throwing knives to just cut the monster at a up close range like a dagger, or perhaps simply throw them when I see the monster is a good distance away from me. They are made of Imperial gold as well, however there hilt’s are made of mahogany and I own two of them, just for clairifiation.
Armor: I have your basic standard battle armor that I use mainly for just sparring and the wargames.
Pet(s): I own a solid white cat that I like to call Snowflake because well, she is solid white and, obviously the reference to my mother's powers and such. I also have a Doberman Pinscher who weighs about 95 pounds. He’s huge and looks like such a mean dog until you show that you mean no harm. He is 4 years of age and Snowflake is 3, both gifts from my father when I came to visit him for Christmas those years.
Skills/Talents: Hmm… lets see here… I can play the bass/acoustic guitar very good as well as sing a bit, though I prefer to do the singing thing only in public.
I suppose you could say that another I have is throwing things with accuracy. It’s came in handy with my throwing knives over the years as well as playing dodgeball.
I’m very good at dancing. I started taking classes when I was around 4, starting out with ballet, going onto pop and jazz. I didn’t really like jazz and dropped it. I still do pop, ballet and freestyle to this day, though I refuse to where the leotard or the skirt.
Flaws: Physical: My physical flaw would be that my eyes are just a little too small for my face. Not small enough that you don’t see it, but small enough that everyone points it out to me. In my opinion it is very annoying, causing my face to look very unproportional.
Over Competitive: I am very over competitive and might just cheat to win things. Okay, where there’s no might about it, I’ll most likely do it just to make sure that I win. I like to win, okay? There’s just something about it. And just a fair warning, when I get competitive, I talk smack and lots of it.
Overly Stubborn: So, everyone likes to get there way right? But when I say overly stubborn I mean that I will try and convince you of what I think and get my way. It seems as if I can not accept no for an answer.
I have no idea what to call it, but there is this thing that I do where I try my absolute hardest and always push myself to the limit in order to prove myself worthy of other people and things. If you dare me to do something, I’ll do it in a heart-beat just to show you that I am just as good as you. Maybe you could call it cockiness?
Fearless fool: I’m not really scared of anything, no matter how dangerous it is or might be. It get’s me into more trouble than you might think due to the simple fact that I constantly do dangerous things that may end up getting me hurt. I mean, what’s life if there’s no risks? I plan to take the risks, personally.
Strengths: My strengths would include my quickness. I’m tiny and don’t really weigh all that much, causing me to run a bit fast as I love to do that. I have fast reflexes as well.
Weaknesses: I suck at archery. What else is there to say. I’ve tried and tried and tried but I suck at it with the actual camp weapons as well as man made bow and arrows.
I am socially awkward. I can make friends once I have known the person for what seems like forever. I suck at small talk and I really don't know how to keep a conversation going.
Likes: I like a nice competitive game. It give me an adrenaline rush as well as give me the chance to run and get into my stubborn competitive mood.
I like fast vehicles and I drive fast as well. If you've ever get in a car with me, you've been warned.
Dislikes: I hate people who want to pet me or something because I’m so short. I mean like, I get it, I fall into the clothes washer almost every time that I do laundry, just don’t pet me. I’m not a dog, nor a cat.
Fears: I suffer from Kakorrhaphiophobia, which is the fear of failure. I guess because I'm so short and tiny it makes everyone see me as weak, therefor I try my hardest to prove them wrong which really hurts my fealings when I fail.
Personality: I am the goofy little prankster that is always seen walking around with a group of friends and doing the most dangerous things all the time. I know how to have a good time, but also know when, where and how to be serious which usually happens when I get very mad. I tend to be sassy when I goof around and make sarcastic comments. I know how to keep a secret and love to help people through hard times.
Abilities: Well, I can't really do anything with it and it annoy's the crap out of me, but if I stand in a certain place for 2 posts, then I leave a circle of ice under my feet. That would make it about a 2 foot round circle. I can't use it for anything, it's just super annoying.
Powers: So, some Vulcan and Trivia kids can shoot fire, right? Well, I can do that with ice. Well, it's more really cold mist that turns to ice when it lands on a surface. I use the water from the atmosphere or a nearby (and by nearby I mean standing right beside it, basically) water source such as a puddle, lake or stream to create these blasts. They are 6 feet long and 5 inches wide. It affects a area of 7 inches wide and freezes that area in a really thin layer of ice that feels super cold. It's more like a annoying distraction, really. I'm working on turning it into like more of a more solid form, but so far, no luck there. The effect takes place for 3 posts, and a cool-down of six.
Social Status: Being at camp for five years, lot’s of people know me by some affiliation whether it is through friends, the internet- mainly crazy video's- or some other means.
Summer or Year Rounder: I tend to stay at Camp Jupiter all year round.
Years at Camp: I have spent 5 years at this glorious camp with it’s war games and strategic ways.
Life Before Camp: I was born on Novemeber 17th of the year 1996. My father took me in with almost no questions to ask my mother when she disappeared, breaking is heart and never giving any explanation. Over the years I was shoved into dance classes that I found I loved as well as practicing writing songs on my acoustic guitar as well as my singing.
My school life was not always the best. People made fun of me because when I was little, I had a stuttering problem due to be scared of talking to people because of my social awkwardness. Not to mention that every time I read out-load in class, I would be made fun of for getting words wrong. I have always hated school, and no matter how hard I try, I've always succeeded in making poor grades.
When I was 12 years old, 5 months before my 13th birthday, I found myself playing my guitar on the steps of my house when I seen a wolf staring at me from a far distance. I was curious and wanted to check things out, so on impulse, I started walking towards the fur covered form that I came to know as Lupa. For 5 hard, long months I proved myself worthy of Rome and ended up getting claimed by my mother 6 months after my arrival.
Role-playing Example: Alva sighed. A hot day, nothing dangerous to do and all of her activities done. Walking into the barracks, she would sit upon her bed, pull out her guitar and start to play softly. No-one paying hardly any attention to her, she didn't dare to sing or hum as it would cause more attention to be brought about her way. Pausing for a moments notice to pull her hair back, she would start up once more. She began to play a familiar tune of happiness as she smiled, finally finding a cure for her boredom as the rest of her cohort companions came into the barracks as well.
Notes:
Portrayed by Kerli Koiv.
Khione’s power list. My basic start for AJ’s. http://camphalfblood.wikia.com/wiki/Khione
Body Modifications:
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