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by Syrel Moss 5/8/2013, 10:38 amName: Syrel Moss
Age: 15 years
Gender: Female
Eyes: dark blue, but they turn red when she's mad, because her magical powers boil over when she's angry, making her eyes turn color.
Hair: Silvery-white, shoulder length, wavy
Height: 5 feet, 1 and 3/4 inches
Body Type: Slim and tall
Skin Color: pale, no freckles anywhere
God Parent: Hecate
Mortal Parent: Oliver Moss, grandson of Hephestus
Country of Origin: Canada
Pets: A small gray cat with green-gold eyes named Cinder, and a short tail that got bitten off by the dragon that guards the Golden Fleece.
Talents: Her magic, drawing, good with animals
Weapon**: Celestial Bronze double-pointed lance
Flaws: Very critacal of herself and others, not good with people AT ALL. She is very blunt, and doesn't care who she's talking back to, whether they're authority or not.
Powers(must relate to god parent; optional): She can summon things with her magic from another place, but she has to know exactully where the object is, and she can only summon objects, not living things, like animals or humans. But she can only use it about three times a day, because it takes alot of her strenght. And the object has to be reveletly small, becaus it takes more energy to summon heavy or lareg objects. The largest object can only be at least 14 Ilbs and 2 feet wide/long. The limit is 1 and 1/4 miles, so she has to be fairly close.
Life Before CHB*: She was born in Toronto, but she got kicked out of several schools there, being ADHD, like most demi-gods. Finally, her father gave up and moved to Saint Clements, when she was 12. She didn't have many friends there, being the way she is. She was bullied, too, because of her eyes. But she never told her dad, and she probaly never will. She stayed there until one of the satyrs found her and brought her here.
RP Example*: "Cinder?? Where are you??" Syrel poked her head under the bed. "Hello?" Cinder snuck up behind her and pounced on her shoelace. "Hey!!" yelled Syrel, sitting up and hitting her head on the bed. "Owch!!" She glared at Cinder, rubbing her forehead ruefully. Cinder purred. Syrel frowned then laughed, picking up Cinder and rubbing her head. "You little fiery dragon." Cinder purred again. "Well, I have to get training now." She set Cinder down on the bed and picked up her lance. "See ya."
Any notes about your characters: She doesn't make friends easily. :no:
Age: 15 years
Gender: Female
Eyes: dark blue, but they turn red when she's mad, because her magical powers boil over when she's angry, making her eyes turn color.
Hair: Silvery-white, shoulder length, wavy
Height: 5 feet, 1 and 3/4 inches
Body Type: Slim and tall
Skin Color: pale, no freckles anywhere
God Parent: Hecate
Mortal Parent: Oliver Moss, grandson of Hephestus
Country of Origin: Canada
Pets: A small gray cat with green-gold eyes named Cinder, and a short tail that got bitten off by the dragon that guards the Golden Fleece.
Talents: Her magic, drawing, good with animals
Weapon**: Celestial Bronze double-pointed lance
Flaws: Very critacal of herself and others, not good with people AT ALL. She is very blunt, and doesn't care who she's talking back to, whether they're authority or not.
Powers(must relate to god parent; optional): She can summon things with her magic from another place, but she has to know exactully where the object is, and she can only summon objects, not living things, like animals or humans. But she can only use it about three times a day, because it takes alot of her strenght. And the object has to be reveletly small, becaus it takes more energy to summon heavy or lareg objects. The largest object can only be at least 14 Ilbs and 2 feet wide/long. The limit is 1 and 1/4 miles, so she has to be fairly close.
Life Before CHB*: She was born in Toronto, but she got kicked out of several schools there, being ADHD, like most demi-gods. Finally, her father gave up and moved to Saint Clements, when she was 12. She didn't have many friends there, being the way she is. She was bullied, too, because of her eyes. But she never told her dad, and she probaly never will. She stayed there until one of the satyrs found her and brought her here.
RP Example*: "Cinder?? Where are you??" Syrel poked her head under the bed. "Hello?" Cinder snuck up behind her and pounced on her shoelace. "Hey!!" yelled Syrel, sitting up and hitting her head on the bed. "Owch!!" She glared at Cinder, rubbing her forehead ruefully. Cinder purred. Syrel frowned then laughed, picking up Cinder and rubbing her head. "You little fiery dragon." Cinder purred again. "Well, I have to get training now." She set Cinder down on the bed and picked up her lance. "See ya."
Any notes about your characters: She doesn't make friends easily. :no:
Last edited by Syrel Moss on 5/14/2013, 8:08 pm; edited 15 times in total (Reason for editing : The moderaters asked me to.)
