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by I am writing a fan-fic with Liane as the main character.
Name: Liane Rowly
Age: 14
Gender: Female
Eyes: Gray
Hair: Blonde just above her shoulders
Height: 5'1" {short}
Body Type: Lean, fit
Skin Color: Paler than average, but doesn't burn.
God Parent: Apollo
Mortal Parent: Cathrine Rowly
Country of Origin: Born in the US, raised in England. {complicated}
Pets: Pyrausta - mythological insect-sized dragon from Cyprus. It resembles a four-legged insect with filmy wings and a dragon's head. It lived in the fire like a salamander and died if it went away from the fire. {it has a name, but I temporarily forgot it I will put it up when I remember}
Talents: Perfect aim with a bow
Skills: A good listener and friend
Weapon: Bow & Arrow
Flaws: cannot sword fight, emotional {which is not necessarily a bad thing}, has trouble forgiving, she was a little over-protected by her mom so she can't handle some of the horrible facts, highly dependent of her friends
Powers: She has the most energy when the sun rises, music has small healing effects on her, her Pyrausta can live for a few minutes while on her skin because she radiates similar to the sun
Life Before CHB: {Excuse me if this is incredibly long, but I am writing her a story. This is where she meets her dad for the first time since she was four, and how she gets to Camp Half-Blood}
I’ve always been a morning person.
I don’t know why the rising sun gives me energy, but 5 am is the best part of my day. I was sitting on the porch, watching the orange sun peak over the horizon. With a notebook in hand, I waited for inspiration.
During normal daytime hours, I was an average ADHD kid. I can never sit still or pay attention during classes—most of which wouldn’t make sense anyway—but for some reason, I can think deeply during the very first hours of the day.
Morning
Bright, warm, energizing
Begin, soak, feel
Gives me energy
The Sun
We lived in a small, two-bedroom home in southern England. I was born in the US but my mom and I moved here when I was about four, about the same time I last saw my dad.
I hardly noticed when my mom sat next to me, gazing longingly at the sun.
“Isn’t it beautiful?” She said with a hint of sorrow. I looked up at her. Her hair was a mess and she was still wearing her orange pajamas and T-shirt. She had baggy eyes with tears and a sad smile on her lips. I could tell she had just gotten out of bed to talk to me.
“You’re just like your father, have I told you that before?” I was shocked she was talking about him. I hadn’t seen him since I was very young, and every time I mentioned my father, she would start tearing up and change the subject.
“He was a morning person, too,” she said, looking at the horizon. “He loved poetry, and he really loved you and me. I hope you understand that he truly loved us.”
“Then why did he leave?”
“It’s complicated,” I really wanted to know more, but she was closing up and I understood why it was a touchy subject. “Let’s go inside,” she said after and uncomfortable silence.
I followed her inside and sitting on the table was a bouquet of yellow flowers, my favorite color.
“Happy birthday, Liane,” she smiled, holding a small, brightly colored box.
I ran up to her and hugged her tightly.
“Thanks Mom!” I whispered to her, right before letting her go.
“You haven’t even opened your present yet!” she put the box in my hands. As I unwrapped it she said, “I know its not much but…”
“It’s perfect!” I exclaimed when I pulled out a bracelet with little yellow daisies around it. “You didn’t have to get up this early to give it to me, Mom,” I told her suddenly realizing that this hour of the day was way too early for her.
“I know,” She said with a smile. “But I knew this is the best time of day for you. I wanted it to be extra special, Liane.”
I gave her another hug. “You’re the best!”
“Honey, it’s almost six,” she said, looking at the clock. “You’d better get ready for school.”
My mom made me take early morning classes so I would have something to focus on when I have the ability to concentrate. I went into my room to get dressed, and when I got back to the kitchen, my mom had made me some eggs, sunny-side up. After eating, I found my mom fully dressed and waiting for me.
“My class doesn’t start for another half-hour,” I said, looking at her with question.
“Change of plans,” she said, although I had a feeling she had been planning this for a while. “Go pack a bag and meet me out in the car. I’m taking you somewhere… special.”
I took only a few things. I packed a few changes of clothes, a notebook with my favorite songs in it, and my favorite purple pen. I met my mom in our small, beat-up old truck, with my duffel bag.
“Where are we going?” I asked suspiciously.
“You’ll see.”
It was only a few minutes before we pulled over at a small park. The only other car here was a bright red Maserati, which I thought was a bit strange. There was a man standing next to it, looking around as if he was looking for someone. I quickly realized it was us when he looked our way.
“Liane,” My mother said quietly. “That man is your father.”
Several things ran through my mind. How could my mom tell from that far away? Even if that were my dad, why wouldn’t he help us out a little if he was financially set? I looked up at my mom questioningly.
“He has to take you the rest of the way to camp,”
“Wait, ‘camp’?” I asked. “What is this all about?”
“You’ll see,” she answered, knowing something I didn’t. “Just go with him and listen to him, please.”
I walked toward him reluctantly.
“Dad?” I asked hesitantly.
“Oh Liane,” he said, smiling, “you’ve grown so much since I last came to see you.”
“Please don’t fool around,” my mom had followed my without me realizing. “Explain to her, and get her there safely.” My mom turned to me. “Liane, I want you to go with him. Be patient and listen to him. Trust him, please.”
As she went back to her car, I had a strange feeling I wouldn’t be seeing her for a while.
“Look how much you’ve grown!” He said enthusiastically. “You’ve got to be old enough to drive! You wanna take it for a spin?”
“Are you joking?” I shook my head in astonishment. “I’m only fourteen and you want me to drive your sports car? Heck no!”
“Oh well, your loss.” He jumped in the driver seat and turned the ignition. “Come on, get in! We talk on the way there.”
I was hesitant.
“Trust me,” He said playfully. “Just get in sometime today please.”
I hopped in the passenger seat reluctantly.
“I have a ton to tell you.” He started driving. “You know about the Greed Gods and Goddesses, right?”
“Yeah, and what do they have to do with anything?” I said, wondering where the heck he was going with this. “But that’s all ancient mythology.”
He looked a quite offended. “Well you little…” He regained control of himself. “Well you know how the Gods would sometimes have demigod children with mortals, right?”
“Sure, supposing they were real.”
“Well, Liane,” He looked very upset with me. “You just happen to be a demigod.”
I looked at him with alarm. “WHAT THE CRAP ARE YOU TRYING TO TELL ME!” I didn’t want to believe him, but I took a deep breath. “Supposing you’re telling me the truth, that would make you…”
“A god,” He said matter-of-factly, “Apollo to e exact.” He roared the engine and next thing I knew we were miles above Europe.
“WHAT KIND OF DRUGS ARE YOU ON!” I screamed, soon realizing that I was more likely the one hallucinating.
“No drugs,” Apollo said. “Just the best sun chariot yet! Haha!” He put on some sunglasses and handed me a pair. I put them on, realizing it was actually bright up there. He turned on the radio as we flew across the sky. Cake is an awesome band… and dessert.
After I calmed down a bit, I asked him, “So the whole Zeus, Hades, Poseidon, Hermes, Athena, Olympus nonsense is true?”
Thunder rolled the sky.
“I would avoid offending Zeus if I were you,” Apollo warned. “He’s already ticked off at your ‘That’s all ancient mythology’ comment.” He looked at me sternly.
“Or any of the Gods for that matter. Try to stay on their good side, please.”
"Okay," I said defensively, "I'm sorry, alright?" We sat in silence for a few minutes, flying over the Atlantic Ocean. "So what about Mt. Olympus, is it still there?"
"Not where it used to be," Apollo said. "Ever since people have been moving towards the US, the Gods have been moving too. Mt. Olympus happens to be floating high above the empire state building. A bunch of other important places have moved as well. We generally like to refer to this as 'Wester Civilization.' We're almost at our destination, buckle up."
I had no idea what he meant by "buckle up" but I could see the continental US ahead of us. After a few minutes, we landed in a small clearing on Long Island.
"Kids who are half god
Need to train to be heroes
But I might help out"
"Wow. I didn't know the God of poetry could make up such a bad Haiku." I said, looking at him and trying not to laugh.
"Hey! That's not nice!" He retorted. "Anyways, Chiron has made arrangements for you, so make yourself comfortable." With that, my father, Apollo, was gone.
I stood wondering what had just happened in the last several hours, when someone walked up to me. I looked up hand had to do a double take. I saw the top half of a middle-aged man, but the bottom half of a horse.
"Hello, my name is Chiron," He said, "Welcome to camp half-blood, Liane Rowly.”
RP Example: {Here's the part of Liane's story. By the way, this is the fist time she's ever touched a bow. Jace (my friend's character) is showing her around.}
Chiron showed me the basics of the bow and demonstrated a shot for me. I've never touched a bow in my life, but as soon as Chiron placed it in my hands, it felt like it was supposed to be there. He walked me through the steps and I looked down the shaft. I focused on the target 20 yards away. I breathed, then released. My eyes widened. Jace looked at me with amazement, which turned to jealousy. I hat hit the very center of the target. I looked over to Jace. She must have shot at least two or three arrows by the time I had shot one. There were no arrows in her target. For however long she had trained here, Jace was terrible at archery. I felt bad because I had been perfect on my first try.
Chiron looked at me approvingly and I practiced a bit more. He left to help others for a while, but when he came back to me, he seemed impressed by how many arrows I had managed to squeeze in the bulls-eye space. After I had determined there were no more spots, I ringed the outer edge of the target with arrows.
{I'll skip to a later scene}
I walked up to the nervous boy. He was strongly built and even looked like he could beat Jace in a fight. He appeared to not trust me and jumped when I put my hand toward him. I touched his arm and the next thing I knew, I was pinned to the ground. I was weaponless and he looked extremely insecure, yet powerful.
"It's okay," I tried to say, but realized he didn't speak English.
Chiron said something I didn't understand at first, but soon realized it was Greek for, "She's a friend." It was strange, realizing I understood Ancient Greek.
{This isn't the best example of role-play, but it's all I have for now. I believe role-playing should be in third person, so most of my stuff on here will be unless otherwise told. Also, when role-playing, I will not power-play, but when writing a story, I have to control all the characters.}
Any notes about your character: I am writing her a fan fic which may or may not end up here.
Name: Liane Rowly
Age: 14
Gender: Female
Eyes: Gray
Hair: Blonde just above her shoulders
Height: 5'1" {short}
Body Type: Lean, fit
Skin Color: Paler than average, but doesn't burn.
God Parent: Apollo
Mortal Parent: Cathrine Rowly
Country of Origin: Born in the US, raised in England. {complicated}
Pets: Pyrausta - mythological insect-sized dragon from Cyprus. It resembles a four-legged insect with filmy wings and a dragon's head. It lived in the fire like a salamander and died if it went away from the fire. {it has a name, but I temporarily forgot it I will put it up when I remember}
Talents: Perfect aim with a bow
Skills: A good listener and friend
Weapon: Bow & Arrow
Flaws: cannot sword fight, emotional {which is not necessarily a bad thing}, has trouble forgiving, she was a little over-protected by her mom so she can't handle some of the horrible facts, highly dependent of her friends
Powers: She has the most energy when the sun rises, music has small healing effects on her, her Pyrausta can live for a few minutes while on her skin because she radiates similar to the sun
Life Before CHB: {Excuse me if this is incredibly long, but I am writing her a story. This is where she meets her dad for the first time since she was four, and how she gets to Camp Half-Blood}
I’ve always been a morning person.
I don’t know why the rising sun gives me energy, but 5 am is the best part of my day. I was sitting on the porch, watching the orange sun peak over the horizon. With a notebook in hand, I waited for inspiration.
During normal daytime hours, I was an average ADHD kid. I can never sit still or pay attention during classes—most of which wouldn’t make sense anyway—but for some reason, I can think deeply during the very first hours of the day.
Morning
Bright, warm, energizing
Begin, soak, feel
Gives me energy
The Sun
We lived in a small, two-bedroom home in southern England. I was born in the US but my mom and I moved here when I was about four, about the same time I last saw my dad.
I hardly noticed when my mom sat next to me, gazing longingly at the sun.
“Isn’t it beautiful?” She said with a hint of sorrow. I looked up at her. Her hair was a mess and she was still wearing her orange pajamas and T-shirt. She had baggy eyes with tears and a sad smile on her lips. I could tell she had just gotten out of bed to talk to me.
“You’re just like your father, have I told you that before?” I was shocked she was talking about him. I hadn’t seen him since I was very young, and every time I mentioned my father, she would start tearing up and change the subject.
“He was a morning person, too,” she said, looking at the horizon. “He loved poetry, and he really loved you and me. I hope you understand that he truly loved us.”
“Then why did he leave?”
“It’s complicated,” I really wanted to know more, but she was closing up and I understood why it was a touchy subject. “Let’s go inside,” she said after and uncomfortable silence.
I followed her inside and sitting on the table was a bouquet of yellow flowers, my favorite color.
“Happy birthday, Liane,” she smiled, holding a small, brightly colored box.
I ran up to her and hugged her tightly.
“Thanks Mom!” I whispered to her, right before letting her go.
“You haven’t even opened your present yet!” she put the box in my hands. As I unwrapped it she said, “I know its not much but…”
“It’s perfect!” I exclaimed when I pulled out a bracelet with little yellow daisies around it. “You didn’t have to get up this early to give it to me, Mom,” I told her suddenly realizing that this hour of the day was way too early for her.
“I know,” She said with a smile. “But I knew this is the best time of day for you. I wanted it to be extra special, Liane.”
I gave her another hug. “You’re the best!”
“Honey, it’s almost six,” she said, looking at the clock. “You’d better get ready for school.”
My mom made me take early morning classes so I would have something to focus on when I have the ability to concentrate. I went into my room to get dressed, and when I got back to the kitchen, my mom had made me some eggs, sunny-side up. After eating, I found my mom fully dressed and waiting for me.
“My class doesn’t start for another half-hour,” I said, looking at her with question.
“Change of plans,” she said, although I had a feeling she had been planning this for a while. “Go pack a bag and meet me out in the car. I’m taking you somewhere… special.”
I took only a few things. I packed a few changes of clothes, a notebook with my favorite songs in it, and my favorite purple pen. I met my mom in our small, beat-up old truck, with my duffel bag.
“Where are we going?” I asked suspiciously.
“You’ll see.”
It was only a few minutes before we pulled over at a small park. The only other car here was a bright red Maserati, which I thought was a bit strange. There was a man standing next to it, looking around as if he was looking for someone. I quickly realized it was us when he looked our way.
“Liane,” My mother said quietly. “That man is your father.”
Several things ran through my mind. How could my mom tell from that far away? Even if that were my dad, why wouldn’t he help us out a little if he was financially set? I looked up at my mom questioningly.
“He has to take you the rest of the way to camp,”
“Wait, ‘camp’?” I asked. “What is this all about?”
“You’ll see,” she answered, knowing something I didn’t. “Just go with him and listen to him, please.”
I walked toward him reluctantly.
“Dad?” I asked hesitantly.
“Oh Liane,” he said, smiling, “you’ve grown so much since I last came to see you.”
“Please don’t fool around,” my mom had followed my without me realizing. “Explain to her, and get her there safely.” My mom turned to me. “Liane, I want you to go with him. Be patient and listen to him. Trust him, please.”
As she went back to her car, I had a strange feeling I wouldn’t be seeing her for a while.
“Look how much you’ve grown!” He said enthusiastically. “You’ve got to be old enough to drive! You wanna take it for a spin?”
“Are you joking?” I shook my head in astonishment. “I’m only fourteen and you want me to drive your sports car? Heck no!”
“Oh well, your loss.” He jumped in the driver seat and turned the ignition. “Come on, get in! We talk on the way there.”
I was hesitant.
“Trust me,” He said playfully. “Just get in sometime today please.”
I hopped in the passenger seat reluctantly.
“I have a ton to tell you.” He started driving. “You know about the Greed Gods and Goddesses, right?”
“Yeah, and what do they have to do with anything?” I said, wondering where the heck he was going with this. “But that’s all ancient mythology.”
He looked a quite offended. “Well you little…” He regained control of himself. “Well you know how the Gods would sometimes have demigod children with mortals, right?”
“Sure, supposing they were real.”
“Well, Liane,” He looked very upset with me. “You just happen to be a demigod.”
I looked at him with alarm. “WHAT THE CRAP ARE YOU TRYING TO TELL ME!” I didn’t want to believe him, but I took a deep breath. “Supposing you’re telling me the truth, that would make you…”
“A god,” He said matter-of-factly, “Apollo to e exact.” He roared the engine and next thing I knew we were miles above Europe.
“WHAT KIND OF DRUGS ARE YOU ON!” I screamed, soon realizing that I was more likely the one hallucinating.
“No drugs,” Apollo said. “Just the best sun chariot yet! Haha!” He put on some sunglasses and handed me a pair. I put them on, realizing it was actually bright up there. He turned on the radio as we flew across the sky. Cake is an awesome band… and dessert.
After I calmed down a bit, I asked him, “So the whole Zeus, Hades, Poseidon, Hermes, Athena, Olympus nonsense is true?”
Thunder rolled the sky.
“I would avoid offending Zeus if I were you,” Apollo warned. “He’s already ticked off at your ‘That’s all ancient mythology’ comment.” He looked at me sternly.
“Or any of the Gods for that matter. Try to stay on their good side, please.”
"Okay," I said defensively, "I'm sorry, alright?" We sat in silence for a few minutes, flying over the Atlantic Ocean. "So what about Mt. Olympus, is it still there?"
"Not where it used to be," Apollo said. "Ever since people have been moving towards the US, the Gods have been moving too. Mt. Olympus happens to be floating high above the empire state building. A bunch of other important places have moved as well. We generally like to refer to this as 'Wester Civilization.' We're almost at our destination, buckle up."
I had no idea what he meant by "buckle up" but I could see the continental US ahead of us. After a few minutes, we landed in a small clearing on Long Island.
"Kids who are half god
Need to train to be heroes
But I might help out"
"Wow. I didn't know the God of poetry could make up such a bad Haiku." I said, looking at him and trying not to laugh.
"Hey! That's not nice!" He retorted. "Anyways, Chiron has made arrangements for you, so make yourself comfortable." With that, my father, Apollo, was gone.
I stood wondering what had just happened in the last several hours, when someone walked up to me. I looked up hand had to do a double take. I saw the top half of a middle-aged man, but the bottom half of a horse.
"Hello, my name is Chiron," He said, "Welcome to camp half-blood, Liane Rowly.”
RP Example: {Here's the part of Liane's story. By the way, this is the fist time she's ever touched a bow. Jace (my friend's character) is showing her around.}
Chiron showed me the basics of the bow and demonstrated a shot for me. I've never touched a bow in my life, but as soon as Chiron placed it in my hands, it felt like it was supposed to be there. He walked me through the steps and I looked down the shaft. I focused on the target 20 yards away. I breathed, then released. My eyes widened. Jace looked at me with amazement, which turned to jealousy. I hat hit the very center of the target. I looked over to Jace. She must have shot at least two or three arrows by the time I had shot one. There were no arrows in her target. For however long she had trained here, Jace was terrible at archery. I felt bad because I had been perfect on my first try.
Chiron looked at me approvingly and I practiced a bit more. He left to help others for a while, but when he came back to me, he seemed impressed by how many arrows I had managed to squeeze in the bulls-eye space. After I had determined there were no more spots, I ringed the outer edge of the target with arrows.
{I'll skip to a later scene}
I walked up to the nervous boy. He was strongly built and even looked like he could beat Jace in a fight. He appeared to not trust me and jumped when I put my hand toward him. I touched his arm and the next thing I knew, I was pinned to the ground. I was weaponless and he looked extremely insecure, yet powerful.
"It's okay," I tried to say, but realized he didn't speak English.
Chiron said something I didn't understand at first, but soon realized it was Greek for, "She's a friend." It was strange, realizing I understood Ancient Greek.
{This isn't the best example of role-play, but it's all I have for now. I believe role-playing should be in third person, so most of my stuff on here will be unless otherwise told. Also, when role-playing, I will not power-play, but when writing a story, I have to control all the characters.}
Any notes about your character: I am writing her a fan fic which may or may not end up here.
Last edited by Elleon on 12/31/2012, 11:19 pm; edited 1 time in total
