Elle's characters (old)

451 degrees sound about right?

Yes, that sounds fine. Edit it in -- can you define what a "small" flame is?

Edited.

Mhm.... I suggest you lower the number of times he can use his powers per day by a bit.

Edited.

Approved.

Name: Staci Benson
Age: 17
Gender: female
Eyes: brown
Hair: long, curly, light brown hair
Height: 5' 7”
Body Type: Petite
Skin Color: Pale; she doesn't get out much
God Parent: Harmonia
Mortal Parent: Garrett Benson
Country of Origin: USA
Pets: none
Weapon: none
Talents: painting, drawing, singing
Flaws: Suffers from Multiple Personality Disorder (left undiagnosed), shy, reserved, asocial, fears commitment, passive, difficulty remembering things
Powers: none
Life Before CHB: Although she doesn't remember it, Staci was abused repeatedly by her father as a young child. She has always been a relatively quiet individual, keeping thoughts and feelings to herself. She always struggled through school, having a hard time remembering things. Staci didn't really have many close friends, and definitely trusted talking to no one about being depressed and shy. Not only did she not think anyone could help her, but she didn't think she really needed help. Some time in school, a satyr befriended one of her more sociable personalities and brought her to camp, smelling demigod all over her.
RP Example: Staci walked into the area, holding a notebook in her hand. She found a somewhat reasonable piece of grass and sat down, cross-legged. She opened the book and started drawing when someone walked up to her. She tried to ignore this person, but they persisted on saying hi.

Vivian straightened her back and looked up at the newcomer. “Oh hello! I didn't notice you there,” she said with a bright smile. “Come sit with me?”

Notes:
Personalities include, but are not limited to the following:
-Staci: Main personality. She is known by all the others, but doesn't know any of the other personalities. Her personality is described above.

-Vivian: Secondary personality. She knows all the other personalities by name and is very confident in herself. She's social and friendly, albeit, a bit air-headed, and does her best to protect Staci.

-Kiki: A child personality approximately 3 years old. She has a brilliant imagination like any young child and loves to create things, although, she has a lot of anxiety. She is terrified of small, dark places, and anything that looks like a snake, ie. Rope, cables, hoses, actual snakes, etc.

-Fate: Wants nothing but to kill Staci. She is fairly talented in the art of combat, more than the other personalities.

-Castillia: Always speaks in monotone and often speaks in Shakespeare quotes. She may seem distant and depressed most of the time, but she remembers a lot of small, insignificant personal details that Staci often forgets, like her childhood friend's name or her favorite tv show as a kid.

-Anna: A more mature personality who has it all together and acts like she knows everything. She has a particular disdain for Vivian.

-Fiyero: A flamboyant but male personality. He is cocky, but a bit dim. He's loves to act and sing, anything that's on a stage. He's a big show-off and loves the spotlight, but has a big soft spot for animals. He also seems to think he is royalty.

-Leslie: A six year-old with a bit of an attitude. She loves dressing up in fancy clothes like any young child. She is, however, terrified of the color blue. Anything blue makes her cry to no end.

-Ella: A girl of about nine who is incredibly shy and almost never takes over. She has quite a unique style of drawing and painting, vastly different than Staci's. Although being younger, her artistic style is much darker. She vaguely remembers being abused, but doesn't quite know why, and because of this, she fears men tremendously, especially Fiyero.

Did you get rid of a character or was this spot already open?
Also, are you going to use the same color for all her personalities?

Yes, I got rid of Kelli and yes I will use the same color for all personalities, since she is still one person. Sort of. Third person perspective is how I plan on distinguishing them.

Approved.

Name: Myia “Lone Wolf”

Age: ~17

Gender: Female

Appearance: Myia is robust and muscular, with broader shoulders than most women, yet she still has a feminine curve to her figure. She has long, thick, wavy dark brown hair with several small braids and beads weaved throughout it, that hangs down past her shoulders. Her fingernails are hard and sharp like the claws of a canine, matching her wolfish blue-grey eyes that contoured her Native-American tan. She mostly wears snug-fitting clothes made of leather or other animal hides, usually in the form of tank-tops and shorts. She wears leather, knee-high boots and matching leather finger-less gloves. To top off her wardrobe, she usually wears a brown hooded cape which used to belong to her father.

Eyes: Blue-grey

Height: 5' 8”; below average for her people

God Parent: Selene, Titianess of the moon

Mortal Parent: Elsu “Flying Falcon” (Deceased)

Country of Origin: USA; on a Native American reserve

Pets: They aren't necessarily her pets, persay, but she belongs to a wandering pack of wolves. They don't stay with her in camp, however.

Talents: Myia is fairly good at short-distance sprinting and is fantastic at long-distance running. She is skilled in hand-to-hand combat, knowing multiple ways to kill a person with her hands. She is also a very skilled hunter, has a sharp nose, and superior night-vision. She can identify nearly every kind of poisonous plant found in North America, and also knows some remedies that can aid some of the effects of said plants. She can wield a bow and arrow properly and also knows how to throw a spear. She is very well-trained in the art of body-language, particularly that of wolves.

Weapon: Although Myia primarily uses her fists and claws to fight, she also carries a few other tools/weapons for various things. Her secondary weapon is a 10” long hunting knife of Celestial bronze that she keeps sheathed at her belt in case she needs it. She also carries a second, 4” stainless steel knife in her boot which she usually uses just for cutting fruit or meat into smaller, bite-sized pieces.

Flaws: Myia is a very headstrong, independent person. Even though she is well-adjusted to a relatively solitary life, she lacks a lot of social behavioral skills. She has been an outcast all her life, even as a part of her own tribe. Myia avoids speaking if at all possible, because she dislikes the sound of her own voice and cannot speak English very well. She can often seem distant and cold to other people, as she doesn't read well into sarcasm. She hates the indoors because she has always grown up in nature and lived among the trees. Even though she has been known to appreciate the usefulness of modern materials in weaponry (ie. Stainless steel, celestial bronze...) Myia generally avoids modern technology, and fears it to some extent. She grew up in a culture where she had to make anything she wanted from scratch, and generally likes to stick with more primitive tools and weapons because they feel more natural to her. She also sleeps during the day, and is an incredibly light sleeper.

Powers: Myia has the unique ability to change her form into that of a gray wolf with silvery fur under the light of the moon. She is not a werewolf, as some might think, because she can still think and act on her own, and her wolf form is fully wolf, not some halfway between wolf and human. She can sustain this form as long as the moon is visible, even if only partially full, or is under partial cloud cover. As soon as the moon sets, however, she must change back into her human form. Her second ability is shadow-travel, but she can only do this at night, and it is limited to how much the moon can bee seen. If it is a full moon on a clear night, she could travel as far as across the continental US, although this would probably exhaust her immediately. On the night of a new moon and during the day, Myia is left completely powerless.

Life Before CHB: Myia was fathered by an outcast within a Native-American reserve. He raised her in a mountainous forest region, away from other people, where he taught her how to hunt, fish, make clothes, and survive off the land. At about the age of five years, Myia started having extreme, violent nightmares, mostly around the time of the full moon, which terrified her father. He figured she was possessed by spirits, and ultimately blamed himself for it. However, he still devoted most of his life to taking care of her, as if trying to redeem himself for the mistakes he has made in life. She was about ten when he was killed by a raging beast. It nearly broke her, but this tragedy ultimately made her learn to be strong and independent. On his death bed, he told her to hold on to tradition, and to never let the wills of men break her. After mourning his loss, she quickly picked herself up and continued on with her now independent life. Since she pretty much knew how to survive, even at a young age, she decided to travel the lands. For the next couple years, she mostly stuck to the areas which she and her father lived, but her nightmares never left her. In fact, they only worsened. Just as they brought her to the brink of insanity one particularly painful night, she discovered her wolf powers. She couldn't control it for a very long time, and feared it, starting to think that is was she who had killed her father. The thought terrified Myia, thinking she was some terrible creature who shouldn't be allowed to live. As the months went on and her transformations became more frequent, however, she learned to control this form and use it to her advantage. At some point soon after, she was adopted by a roaming wolf pack, where she learned the ways of the wolf. They accepted her, despite being human half the time, as one of their own. She found Camp Half-Blood among her travels, and told her pack to go on without her. Since then, she has spent much time in the city, trying to understand modern way of life, even though it still eludes her.

RP Example: Myia sat crouched in a tree deep within the forest as she looked up into the sky, watching the sunset intently. She wondered where her pack was, and what they were up to. Probably sleeping, or perhaps waking for their nightly hunt. She yearned to howl for them, letting them know she was okay, but knew full well the hell-hounds of this forest were more aggressive and territorial than her family. She learned that the hard way moons ago. Myia pulled her cloak around her bare shoulders, feeling the chilling breeze of winter trying to sneak up on her. The moment the sun set, she figured, there would be no need for this cloak. All she would need was the fur on her back for warmth then. Myia turned to look around the horizon as she felt power begin to seep within her and noticed a corner of the moon peaking over the waves of the ocean. She leaped down off the low-hanging branch where she had spent most of the daylight hours sleeping. The moon wasn't full tonight, and wasn't even quite risen, but it was enough to give her the ability to transform.