rain-born

Name: Ruby Cecilia Maddox. She was christened this in an old southern church in the heat of a July day.
Age: 17. Born on a stormy night on June 19, 2000. The power was flickering in and out as she brought into the world, while the shutters clattered noisily against the window. Cecilia was afraid they were going to break the windows.
Gender: Female.
Eyes: Hazel. They remind her of a storm in a way.
Hair: Brown. Like her mother’s. It’s almost a chestnut color.
Height: 5’5”
Body Type: lean
Skin Color: fair
God Parent: Notus, god of summer storms. He was dark and handsome according to her mother, with windswept brown hair and eyes that seemed to hold a hurricane. He wore a leather jacket and jeans, and carried a book of poetry. He was mysterious in a way. He was the type of boy cecilia’s mother told her to stay away from. She used to say it was only natural that she was drawn to him.
Mortal Parent: Cecilia Maddox. A history professor specializing in ancient greece at the University of Georgia. She possesses the power to see through the mist. She had always known what Notus was, from the very beginning. It was clear that a man like him wasn’t human.
Country of Origin: Athens, Georgia. It’s a college town, an odd clash of the liberal academics and god fearing conservatives. The town is almost picturesque, with a main street that seemed reflective off small town USA.
Pets: None
Talents: Ruby is good at a very strange variety of things. She would pick up random hobbies as a child, mainly those that nobody else seemed interested in. She has a small collection of stamps, rocks, and first editions of old books that are too boring to read. She knows entirely too much about 8th President William Henry Harrison, who only served a month in office before succumbing to pneumonia that he got after delivering his hour and a half long inaugural address (a portion of which Ruby can recite on cue). She once decided that she was going to raise goats, and researched animal husbandry for an entire month, which left 11 year old Ruby scarred at the thought of ever raising a single goat. She knows how to play the bagpipes, the ukulele, the harpsichord (which is honestly just the piano), the lute, the lyre, and later the guitar. Although she is really only proficient in the piano, bagpipes, and ukulele. She learned trapeze for a while, before breaking her ankle in a fall that was overdue according to her mother. She’s a pretty good singer, although as a child would only sing opera or latin hymns, because of course she would. She has a fondness for puzzles and crosswords, because at heart she’s an old lady. She also attempted to learn how to knit, but it ended up frustrating her because it took too long to just make a scarf. When she was fifteen she set out to learn how to make swords, but promptly burned herself and decided that she was going to stick to what came naturally. Like learning dead languages. She knows latin pretty well, she’s fluent in ancient greek from her godly parentage, and she’s okay at middle english (enough to be able to read beowulf and decide that it wasn’t that bad). She’s got a sweet spot for shakespeare, and her favorite play is Midsummer’s Night Dream. She wanted to be a librarian as a kid, so she also has also memorized the dewey decimal system.
Weapon**: Ruby currently favors a celestial bronze longsword, although she also owns a celestial bronze dagger, and crossbow with celestial bronze arrows.
Personality: Ruby has a love for knowledge that rivals that of the athena kids. She’s curious beyond her means, and wants to understand her world in a better way. She has a love for things that are forgotten or left behind in society, and wants to learn how to appreciate things that are weird. She doesn’t just want to know about the things that other people know, but also learn about things people don’t know. She likes to stay busy and involved. You can tell it by the way she talks, she just goes and goes, afraid of what will happen when there’s silence. She sits somewhere between social and isolated. She enjoys sitting by herself, immersed in whatever she’s doing whether it be a crossword or shakespeare, but at the same time she flourishes when she’s around others. She’s always got something on her mind, and is always willing to share it with others.
Flaws: She can’t deal with silence, she’s always drowning it out with her headphones or with her voice. Silence is awkward and uncomfortable, like sitting in the heat for too long. She isn’t that good at keeping friends, she’ll go through periods of time where she’ll shut herself in and just focus on a project, and just ignore everyone. When she comes out of it it’s hard to go back to what was going on before. She’s awfully blunt, and will usually say whatever is on her mind, regardless of its appropriateness or connection to the topic on hand.
Abilities (must relate to god parent; optional): She can always tell when it’s going to rain, like those old people who can feel it in their knees. She just gets a feeling. If she were living in medieval times, it would probably useful, although nowadays there’s an app that can beat her to it. To be fair, she’d probably be burned on the stake as a witch in medieval times.
Powers (must relate to god parent; optional): She can summon a storm, complete with thunder and lightning. Dark storm clouds appear around 12 meters above her with a radius of about 12 meters, swirling with electricity. Then the rain comes, hard and pounding like a southern tropical storm. Thunder can boom and lightning can strike depending on her mood, but the lightning is really only about 30% as harmful as real lightning. This all can last for about 5 posts with a 10 post cooldown.  
Life Before Camp*: Cecilia used to call her ὀμβρηγενής, which is ancient greek for rain born. She was born in the bathroom of Cecilia’s home, after she couldn’t leave the house due to a tropical storm. The midwife lived across the street, and arrived soaked on Cecilia’s doorstep. She was born to shutters slamming against the windows, the pattering of hard rain on the roof, the drip of a leak in a tin bucket, the whir of a fan, and the hum of the electricity threatening to give in. When the storm ended, the heat of a georgia summer returned.
When Cecilia returned to teaching, Ruby came with her. It was like that for most of Ruby’s life. She would walk from her elementary school to the campus, and sit in her mother’s office and do homework, making faces at Cecilia’s students who came into her office hours with complaints about their grades or begging for extra credit. In school Ruby was a bit “impertinent” as Cecilia would call it. She would often question teachers, or refuse to close her mouth and listen. But all the teachers agreed that Ruby was intelligent, and had a good future ahead of her.
Cecilia would often let Ruby do whatever she was interested in, which explains her many varieties of hobbies. When Ruby was 13, Cecilia knew where to take her. They drove up to New York together. Ruby was also accepted into the Horace Mann School in New York City. She still attends, and is on the field hockey team, Model UN, and debate team.
RP Example*: nah.
Any notes about your characters: fc is Lily Collins