Name: Ophelia O'Hara
Age: 15 1/2
Gender: Female
Eyes: Green
Hair: Black
Height: 5'6
Body Type: lean
Skin Color: Tan
God Parent: Apollo
Mortal Parent: Ellen O'Hara
Country of Origin: United States of America
Pets: N/A
Talents: Playing piano and the harp, also a fast runner
Skills: Archery,
Weapon: A celestial bronze dagger named Andromache
Flaws: Friendly, and flirty, a bit shy though, Ophelia can be very strong-willed and ambitious. She hates being told what to do and she prefers being the one telling people what to do.
Powers: None
Life Before CHB: Ophelialeft her home at the age of twelve after a terrible accident that left her 6 year old step brother dead. She had been babysitting her brother and there had been someone inside the house and she had used her bow and arrows that her mother had told her to use in case of danger and she accidentally misfired and hit her brother in the stomach instead. Ever since then she has dreaded facing the music and she is scared that somehow even though she is safe at camp that the authorities will catch her. She ran away, hiding in alleys and stowing away on cargo trains, She made it to Charlotte North Carolina where eventually the authorities caught up with he, she was taken to an orphanage because her stepmother no longer wanted her. She stayed at the orphanage for two years, but one night it was attacked by a monster and she was on the run again, she was then eventually rescued by a satyr and they made it to camp. To this day
Ophelia feels that she caused her little brothers death and is very cautious about who she trusts and what she does, she still feels like the police are breathing down her back.
RP Example: Ophelia ran, faster then she had every run before, her breath coming in short puffs. She kept running, the world slowly falling away, she felt as if she could run away from everything that had ever bothered her, mentally and physically. Her feet glided across the golden sand and she abruptly stopped. She watched the sun slowly set, the magnificent pinks and purples lighting up the sky and making it seem as if it was on fire. As the sun slipped out of view, the moon became visible. Ophelia sighed, feeling at peace with herself, she shook her contentness away and began running again. This time she ran fiercer as if something was after her, and in truth something was after her... guilt. Pictures of her little brother lying on the ground with blood pooling out of his stomach filled her head and with an inchoate sound of distress, she banished them from her mind. Today she was supposed to relax, and she couldn't relax when she thought of that day. She heard the sound of sirens far away, but she instantly cringed, even when she was safe at camp, she couldn't shake the feeling that the police were coming for her
Any notes about your characters: Fatal Flaw is Hubris - Extreme pride and self confidence
Age: 15 1/2
Gender: Female
Eyes: Green
Hair: Black
Height: 5'6
Body Type: lean
Skin Color: Tan
God Parent: Apollo
Mortal Parent: Ellen O'Hara
Country of Origin: United States of America
Pets: N/A
Talents: Playing piano and the harp, also a fast runner
Skills: Archery,
Weapon: A celestial bronze dagger named Andromache
Flaws: Friendly, and flirty, a bit shy though, Ophelia can be very strong-willed and ambitious. She hates being told what to do and she prefers being the one telling people what to do.
Powers: None
Life Before CHB: Ophelialeft her home at the age of twelve after a terrible accident that left her 6 year old step brother dead. She had been babysitting her brother and there had been someone inside the house and she had used her bow and arrows that her mother had told her to use in case of danger and she accidentally misfired and hit her brother in the stomach instead. Ever since then she has dreaded facing the music and she is scared that somehow even though she is safe at camp that the authorities will catch her. She ran away, hiding in alleys and stowing away on cargo trains, She made it to Charlotte North Carolina where eventually the authorities caught up with he, she was taken to an orphanage because her stepmother no longer wanted her. She stayed at the orphanage for two years, but one night it was attacked by a monster and she was on the run again, she was then eventually rescued by a satyr and they made it to camp. To this day
Ophelia feels that she caused her little brothers death and is very cautious about who she trusts and what she does, she still feels like the police are breathing down her back.
RP Example: Ophelia ran, faster then she had every run before, her breath coming in short puffs. She kept running, the world slowly falling away, she felt as if she could run away from everything that had ever bothered her, mentally and physically. Her feet glided across the golden sand and she abruptly stopped. She watched the sun slowly set, the magnificent pinks and purples lighting up the sky and making it seem as if it was on fire. As the sun slipped out of view, the moon became visible. Ophelia sighed, feeling at peace with herself, she shook her contentness away and began running again. This time she ran fiercer as if something was after her, and in truth something was after her... guilt. Pictures of her little brother lying on the ground with blood pooling out of his stomach filled her head and with an inchoate sound of distress, she banished them from her mind. Today she was supposed to relax, and she couldn't relax when she thought of that day. She heard the sound of sirens far away, but she instantly cringed, even when she was safe at camp, she couldn't shake the feeling that the police were coming for her
Any notes about your characters: Fatal Flaw is Hubris - Extreme pride and self confidence
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