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by Alien Iris 4/4/2017, 6:36 pmName: Aira Rose
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Eyes: Light, sky blue
Hair: Black
Height: 5’ 5”
Body Type: Wisp-like
Skin Color: Caucasian
God Parent: Zephyros
Mortal Parent: Felicia Rose- a spring loving painter. She and Zephyros met early April, when she was painting a field that was in between seasons. He left however, when she became pregnant with Aira. Felicia is a generally cheerful person, though sometimes drifts off looking through the window.
Country of Origin: U.S.A.
Pets: None, but small birds like her
Talents: Basic Acrobatics, can sort of paint (not),
Weapon: Celestial bronze sword
Personality: Aria, contrary to what you would think, is quite down to earth. She accepts things for what they are, no matter the negative or positive association. She’s rather blunt with phrasing, she tends to tell things as she knows them and is blatantly honest. That tends to annoy people, but if you want someone to tell you the truth go to her. Being a descendant of Zephyros, she’s got a tendency to listen to the Cupid kid (if they exist) above anyone else. She is very protective of people she knows well, such as family and close friends.
Flaws (3):
*Doesn’t hold back what she feels. If she thinks you're stupid, you will know
*Hurts people's feeling easily
*Does Not make friends easily
*Cannot match things (never wearing matching clothing)
Abilities (must relate to god parent; optional):
*Can run like the wind (a fair bit faster than the average person, but not ridiculously fast, like a cheetah or something else.)
Powers (must relate to god parent; optional):
*Breeze- Create small gusts of wind, could move a paper airplane but not much more, this does not take too much energy (1 post use, 1 post cooldown)
*Whirlwind- Can create whirlwinds that can carry her up to ledges and things up to twice her height, but it drains her. (2 post use, 4 or 5 post cooldown)
Life Before Camp (5 sentences): Aira was the weird kid. She went to a private school, where her mother was the art teacher. The problem was that no one really like her mother much. She drifted off a lot and tended to have her head in the clouds. The other kids made fun of her and Aira always defend her mother. That didn’t make Aira very popular. Years of this resulted in her telling people exactly what she thought, as that was the only way she could get by. When she was 13, a saytar came to her house to bring her to camp. He had noticed her scent in the streets of her hometown, and had followed it to her home. where she gladly went, not wanting to spend her summer alone. Consequently, her sharp edged personality resulted in the same thing. But she still returns every year.
RP Example (five sentences): (journey to camp) It was a windy day. Or night, or whatever it was by now. Sharp and cold knives of pure breeze tore through Aira’s sweatshirt and stabbed her in the stomach. They had abandoned to car a mile ago when it had run out of gas, and her and her furry saytar friend were marching solemnly towards the camp. She shivered violently. “Almost there! O-o-only one more mile!” the saytar she was following called with chattering teeth. Aria rolled her eyes. “That's what you said a mile ago!” she yelled. Why was it so cold? Especially with the wind. She grew up in a warmer place than New York, where the wind was always warm and balmy. “THERE!” the saytar basically screamed, pointing to a clump of trees. He began to run. Aria shrugged and ran after him, she had nothing to lose.
Any notes about your characters: Doesn’t get cold easily
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Eyes: Light, sky blue
Hair: Black
Height: 5’ 5”
Body Type: Wisp-like
Skin Color: Caucasian
God Parent: Zephyros
Mortal Parent: Felicia Rose- a spring loving painter. She and Zephyros met early April, when she was painting a field that was in between seasons. He left however, when she became pregnant with Aira. Felicia is a generally cheerful person, though sometimes drifts off looking through the window.
Country of Origin: U.S.A.
Pets: None, but small birds like her
Talents: Basic Acrobatics, can sort of paint (not),
Weapon: Celestial bronze sword
Personality: Aria, contrary to what you would think, is quite down to earth. She accepts things for what they are, no matter the negative or positive association. She’s rather blunt with phrasing, she tends to tell things as she knows them and is blatantly honest. That tends to annoy people, but if you want someone to tell you the truth go to her. Being a descendant of Zephyros, she’s got a tendency to listen to the Cupid kid (if they exist) above anyone else. She is very protective of people she knows well, such as family and close friends.
Flaws (3):
*Doesn’t hold back what she feels. If she thinks you're stupid, you will know
*Hurts people's feeling easily
*Does Not make friends easily
*Cannot match things (never wearing matching clothing)
Abilities (must relate to god parent; optional):
*Can run like the wind (a fair bit faster than the average person, but not ridiculously fast, like a cheetah or something else.)
Powers (must relate to god parent; optional):
*Breeze- Create small gusts of wind, could move a paper airplane but not much more, this does not take too much energy (1 post use, 1 post cooldown)
*Whirlwind- Can create whirlwinds that can carry her up to ledges and things up to twice her height, but it drains her. (2 post use, 4 or 5 post cooldown)
Life Before Camp (5 sentences): Aira was the weird kid. She went to a private school, where her mother was the art teacher. The problem was that no one really like her mother much. She drifted off a lot and tended to have her head in the clouds. The other kids made fun of her and Aira always defend her mother. That didn’t make Aira very popular. Years of this resulted in her telling people exactly what she thought, as that was the only way she could get by. When she was 13, a saytar came to her house to bring her to camp. He had noticed her scent in the streets of her hometown, and had followed it to her home. where she gladly went, not wanting to spend her summer alone. Consequently, her sharp edged personality resulted in the same thing. But she still returns every year.
RP Example (five sentences): (journey to camp) It was a windy day. Or night, or whatever it was by now. Sharp and cold knives of pure breeze tore through Aira’s sweatshirt and stabbed her in the stomach. They had abandoned to car a mile ago when it had run out of gas, and her and her furry saytar friend were marching solemnly towards the camp. She shivered violently. “Almost there! O-o-only one more mile!” the saytar she was following called with chattering teeth. Aria rolled her eyes. “That's what you said a mile ago!” she yelled. Why was it so cold? Especially with the wind. She grew up in a warmer place than New York, where the wind was always warm and balmy. “THERE!” the saytar basically screamed, pointing to a clump of trees. He began to run. Aria shrugged and ran after him, she had nothing to lose.
Any notes about your characters: Doesn’t get cold easily
Last edited by Alien Iris on 4/15/2017, 4:00 pm; edited 1 time in total (Reason for editing : Answering questions! :))
