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by OOC: I was the second one to post a Hunter character form, after Christian. Today, though, I deleted my topic after having copy-pasted it and re-posted it, so it would be among the first to show up.
BIC:
Name: Atalanta 'Aria' Kalypso of Monmouth.
Mortal Parent: Countess Elizabeth of Monmouth.
God Parent: Zeus, god of thunder and lightning, and king of the gods.
Date of Birth: 1st of May 1701, at the beginning of the Lykaia festival.
Age: Forever fourteen.
Place of Birth: Devon, Great Britain.
Hometown: London, Great Britain.
Race/Ethnicity: White/British/Demigod.
Accent: Normal British accent.
Skin Tone: White.
Eye Color: Wide blue-green, almost turquoise.
Hair Color: Black like charcoal and raven wings.
Hair Length: Shoulder-long.
Height: One meter seventy-nine.
Weight: Fifty-three kilos.
Body Type: She has a lean, athletic body type, with an hourglass shape.
Appearance: Atalanta has extremely piercing, almost turquoise blue eyes, these are framed by a row of rich, black eyelashes. She has a slightly turned-up nose which give her a playful look as well as a pale mouth with thin lips. She is considered pretty, even though she has square jawbones and a pointed chin. Her black hair falls down to her shoulders and creases easily from straight to wavy, depending on the days. She has high, prominent cheekbones and arched eyebrows, black like her hair, which cast a shadow on her face and define her eyes. Her body is still childish, with long legs, a small chest but already wider hips. A silver aura surrounds her like every Hunter of Artemis.
Weapon: Aria fights with a pair of long hunting knives (twenty centimeters long), and her bow and arrows, given by Artemis herself. The arrows's tips are silver.
She has a celestial bronze xiphos as well, dating back from the time where she wasn't a Hunter yet, but a Camper; she keeps it, but rarely uses it.
Armor: She has only a breast-plate with shoulder plates, a pair of leg-greaves and a shield with an eagle designed on it, all of them silver.
Her silver helmet includes a crest of white horse hair and features nose-protection as well as cheek plates.
Pet(s): Aria owns a white she-wolf named Nymeria.
Skills/Talents: She is good at hunting, an outstanding runner, an exceptional swimmer (she has been swimming in swiftwater more than once), and has a very beautiful singing voice. She is very good at skiing (alpine skiing, ski-trekking and cross-country skiing), as well as climbing, canoeing, canyoning, horse riding, and chariot-racing.
She is a skilled and trained fencer, and a remarkable archer thanks to centuries of hunting alongside Artemis.
Flaws: Aria is despising and too self-loving. She can be scornful, misjudging and boasting. She thinks too highly of herself, part because she's noble-born, part because she's the daughter of Zeus, and part because she's an immortal Hunter of Artemis.
As for physical flaws, her nose is perhaps a bit too fleshy, and she has a square jawline. She also has a nasty scar on one arm and on the face, which a Hyperborean Cyclops gave her in 1922. It faded away with time and healing, of course, but there's still a distinct white line on her forearm and across her left cheek.
Strengths: This daughter of Zeus is loyal, kind, helpful, and brave. She is also what people call smart, deductive and clever. She is amiable with girls and a good stratege.
Weaknesses: She is narcissistic, not good at knife throwing, boy-despising, judging herself often better than others.
Likes: She likes the thunderstorms, lightnings, eagles and the color blue. She loves hunting, out-door living, fighting, watching the stars at night and enjoying her immortality by thinking about it. She loves rock music like Muse as well as electro music like Daft Punk.
Since she's a girl from the eighteenth century, it must be said that she loves Beethoven, Tchaikovsky, Chopin (she plays all twelve Etudes from the opus ten as well as the number 11 of opus 25), Liszt and Rachmaninov.
She loves tasty, easy dishes like grilled meat, roasted potatoes, vegetables and soup. She's also fond of various fruits: apples, oranges, apricots, pears,...
Dislikes: She dislikes boys (of course), monsters, spicy food, Campers, arithmetics, dodecaphonic music and concrete music.
She dislikes pop music, for she thinks it is too superficial; she despises modern-aristocracy people as well as any government. She doesn't acknowledge any authority apart from the gods's.
Fears: She is afraid of the open sea and underground spaces since those are the realms of Poseidon and Hades.
Personality: Adaptable, very adventurous, alert, has anger issues, challenging, charismatic, courageous, brave, cultured, curious, daring, decisive, dynamic, brutally honest, educated, efficient, firm, freethinking, imaginative.
Powers:
∆ Electricity
∂ She can give electroshocks to objects or persons by touching them. The current she generates can go up to 0.9 ampere. She can do this fifteen times a day and has to wait thirty minutes between uses.
∂ She can generate electricity bolts or summon them when under a clouded sky to strike down her enemies, maximum seven times per day and thirty minutes cool-down.
∂ She can summon electricity to accelerate her moves, the electricity can be seen dancing on her body as she does so. She can hold this for a minute, and has to wait ten minutes in between uses. She can do this ten times per day.
∂ She can make lightning strike herself in order to transport her own molecules from one point to another, maximum a kilometer away. Downside of this power: can only do it somewhere where lightning and electricity are active, eg thunderstorms.
∂ Flying
She has two ways of flying. For once, she can use the air like Jason Grace to fly maximum a hundred meters upwards for half an hour. She can do this only two times per day and has to wait an hours in between uses. As alternatives, she can glide or walk on air, but not more than one meter above the ground. She can hold this for thirty minutes, can do this eight times per day and has to wait one hour and a half in between uses.
She can create an electromagnetic field that repulses her, through her electricity manipulation. Limits are the same as flying.
∆ Air
∂ She can manipulate the air. This includes creating gusts of wind of varying intensity. Maximum wind blow would be of nine on the Beaufort scale. She can do this three times a day for the maximum wind blows. For smaller gusts, it depends on the intensity, but she can do it seven times a day with one hour cool-down.
∂ She can condense air into kinds of jets to propel herself forward. Seven times a day, maximum five meters in any direction, ten minutes cooldown. She can also surf on airwaves and electricity waves; though the airwaves last longer (five minutes) while the electricity waves last a minute. Three times a day, twenty minutes cooldown.
∂ She can reject air molecules to create a vacuum, thus an implosion or an air blast. Eight times a day each, three minutes cooldown.
∆ Thunderstorms
∂ She can manipulate thunder shockwaves. 10 times a day, 15 minutes cool down.
∂ She can assemble storms. A normal thunderstorm from her hand would last twenty minutes, for all the storms, the maximum wind speed is 74 mph and cover an area of twenty meters diameter.
(Approved by Chrissy and Zachattac.)
Abilities:
∂ Communicating with birds.
∂ Gaining energy by being in contact with electricity : +20% of her current energy, plus the fact that electricity has healing capabilities on her body. When under a storm, she gains +10% of her current energy.
∂ She can sense storms arriving and assembling, especially thunderstorms. She can read airwaves and feel disturbances, including weather/climate disturbances.
∂ She can breathe and resist cold in high places.
(Approved by Chrissy.)
Years as Hunter: Three hundred and nine.
Life Before the Hunters: Atalanta was born in London, her father was supposedly the Count of Monmouth. Her mother, Elizabeth of Monmouth, having been a woman of great beauty and charm to such an extant thatshe drew the attention of Zeus himself. Nobody knew of their secret liaison except Elizabeth's chamber maid.
Lady Elizabeth of Monmouth knew who her lover was; he couldn't have helped but boast about it and demonstrating his powers.
However, he left her as soon she found out she was pregnant, leaving her with their unborn baby. After having made sure her husband was persuaded the baby she was carrying was his, she took a retreat in their manor in the Devon in order to give birth to their child: a girl.
Little Lady Atalanta of Monmouth grew up between fancy dresses, trips to the French court, difficult hair-do's, music lessons and high-society balls. However, she was a natural rebel, and often felt too choked in her corsets, little shoes and wide brocade dresses. She yearned for freedom, and often took one of her father's horses to go for a ride, when they were in their mansion in the Devon.
Very soon, she showed a taste for hunting - she would always accompany her father and his friends to their numerous hunting parties, ever since she was seven. She would be given a little pony, and everybody would kindly comment on her skills, but she surprised them all by killing a full-grown boar with a single shot of her pistol. Since then, father and mother had arguments: the father was impressed by his daughter and wanted to take her on more hunting parties while the mother insisted it wasn't suiting for a lady of her category.
In the end, Atalanta hunted on her own. She would show what she caught to her father, but not to her mother, who wouldn't even question what they were eating to dinner.
Aria grew up to be a happy little girl, admired for her beauty; she had friends among the higher social circles, but also among the lower ones, which of course displeased her mother. Among her friends was Harald Marchford, a young son of a middle-class worker, who had a crooked grin and a mischievous gaze that immediately pleased our young lady. Together, they would go off in the city, escape Aria's maid and explore the streets. When she got back, Aria was of course grounded, but she didn't care. The grounding was a good payment for all the fun she had had.
Atalanta lived ... quite... peacefully until her eighth birthday, when Hera found out about her existence. At that moment, she had been given a new music teacher, sir Lyfeld. He looked quite good: nice, fitting clothes, velvet jackets, silk ties and always a latest-fashion-perruque. He could play the transverse flute to the perfection, and was outstanding at harpsichord.
However, something about him made Aria not feel at ease. She would decline her music lessons, so her mother would always bring her there forcibly. But Aria has, as already stated, a rebel mind. When she doesn't want something, she would not have it.
Her mother finally got fed up with her and locked her into the room with the teacher for three hours of music.
During the lesson, the teacher got a bit weird. He would look at Aria with hatred (probably because she made him lose money), hit her fingers one time too much with his wooden stick when she made a mistake at the harpsichord, and ground her every now and again.
After two hours, he sat down, looking at his feet. Aria couldn't care less and gazed out of the window. One minute passed, two minutes, three minutes, four.... Aria got bored and looked at her teacher, who really didn't look good.
"Sir Lyfeld, are you alright?" she finally asked.
The man didn't reply.
"Sir Lyfeld?"
Aria got closer and looked at him - she was sensible for people with health problems. Just as she got near him, her teacher looked up - his eyes were red. With a snarl, he gripped Aria's throat and started choking her.
At that moment, the window shattered. Particles of glass flew around, and Harald jumped in. His hair was a mess, and there was dirt on his neat clothes and black coat.
Yelling aggressively, he leaped onto the music teacher's back and, with a mighty blow of a sword Aria had never seen him with, he cut his neck.
No blood came out. Instead, the dead body vanished into an explosion of green dust, letting Aria sit there, coughing, red finger-like marks around her neck.
"What... what was that?"
"A monster. There are probably more. You have to come with me."
"Monsters? What?"
"Don't ask questions! Come on! Let us go to your mother!"
Grabbing her hand, he pulled her up, and they went out of the window, since the door to the music room was locked. They continued running down the corridors of the Monmouth's wide mansion before finally reaching the Countess's suite. She was just trying on a new dress, a vermilion one with cream-white ribbons.
"Lady Elizabeth, we have to go now!" Harald cried out as he burst into the room.
He immediately apologized for his curtness and bad manners before explaining the situation to Lady Elizabeth. Harald had been there by chance. He knew Aria didn't like her new music teacher and they had decided to sneak away together that day. Seeing she wasn't coming, he had managed it into the courtyard of their luxurious mansion and had started searching for his friend. He had tensed up when catching the scent of a monster and had hurried to the location; when he had seen Aria in a room with the monster, he hadn't hesitated and broke the window with a stone before jumping in. His xiphos had always been with him, in the form of a golden watch.
Under shock and self-reprimands, the Countess of Monmouth stammered to one of her maids to get to one of their coach drivers to get a carriage ready.
"You know where she has to go?" Lady Elizabeth asked Harald, who nodded. "I am not accompanying you. I shall stay here and explain what I can to the Count of Monmouth -- without telling him the truth, of course."
As soon the carriage was ready, Aria and Harald jumped in. Aria had already prepared a little bag full of personal belongings, mostly clothing. In addition, Harald handed her the sword he had killed the monster with (the monster was an ephialtes). He explained to her she was a demigod - which shocked Aria, since she had been raised in a highly Christian environment (apart from her mother of course, but she never showed it), and the idea of polytheism was revolting to her - and that he was bringing her somewhere safe where she could train. She almost fainted when Harald showed her his hooves, proving her he was a satyr sent by the Camp's leader, Chiron.
At that moment, the gods lived in England, so Camp Half-Blood was situated on the East coast, near Norwich.
Once there, it took Aria several weeks to get claimed by Zeus. She slept in the Hermes pavilion (yeah, they had pavilions at that time, the lucky people), and saw that she wasn't the only noble-born. Half the Aphrodite pavilion, a wonderful mansion with designs of flowers and winged Loves in its façade, were offsprings of known people of the higher circle. Aria even met her long-time-no-see friend Susanna of Crowford.
But the Zeus pavilion was extraordinary too: a white marble façade with golden-painted columns, ornamented with stylized acanthus leaves (corinthian-styled), lightning bolts and carvings of eagles. There were two bedrooms in the upper story, one for the boys, one for the girls, and Aria hadn't been the only Zeus offspring back then. There was also a wonderful common room with a statue of the king of gods, decorated with comfortable armchairs, a chimney and various depictions relating to Zeus and his actions.
Atalanta quickly forgot all the rond-de-jambes and fancy French-named-dances as she learned how to wield her sword. For training, she would be wearing nothing more than a corset and a pair of masculine trousers, which she found very fitting. At Camp Half-Blood, she found a fair deal of fun and had even a youth romance with a boy of her age, from the Hephaestus pavilion. Something her mother wouldn't find suiting at all.
She appreciated the fact that she hadn't to constantly worry about her hairdo: here, ponytails were common. Of course, the Aphrodite pavilion always appeared in the latest fashion dresses, with velvet and silk robes trimmed with gold and silver, jewels decorating their slim swan necks as well as their arms and hands. All of the girls had a mouche (a kind of false beauty spots the women would put on their skin in order to emphasize their paleness), and the most complicated and elaborate hairstyles Atalanta had ever seen. They were giggling all the times behind their silk-and-lace fans and sharing the newest gossip - exactly like Aria's mother did when she was in her boudoir with her friends. Which didn't particularly draw her to sharing their company.
Atalanta quickly became at the age of twelve one of the best sword fighters who were of her age. She was an extraordinary marksman as well, hitting the target with regular success.
However, when she became thirteen, her life broke down.
She was getting prepared for Camp Half-Blood - a free-time activity her father turned a blind eye on - when her mother asked her to meet her father and herself in the dining room.
Her father opened the session; Atalanta noticed he was wearing a bright new perruque that must have been expensive and a rich-looking blue velvet jacket.
"Atalanta, I have matched a decision to which your mother agreed."
That couldn't be positive. Atalanta continued listening.
"We have found a match for you."
"A match?"
"Of our class and social circle."
"Wait, father," she interrupted. "Are you... are you intending to wed me to somebody?"
"Not somebody, Atalanta," her mother said in a soft voice. "Lord Dorian Stalworth."
"But.... But Lord Dorian is twenty!"
"And a very good match. Besides, he already accepted."
"What? You did this before even consulting me?"
"You are still under-age, my daughter," her father sharply replied. "You don't know yet what is good for you or not."
Aria stared at her parents in disbelief.
"Father, this must be a very bad joke."
"Atalanta, don't get insulting," her father reminded her. "And what are you complaining about? He has an incredible fortune. Four mansions in England and a fifth one in France."
"I don't care about his wealth!" Atalanta yelled, standing up and gripping the table.
The count and countess of Monmouth exchanged a look. Then, her mother turned over to her maid.
"Please, bring Lady Atalanta back into her room, Hannah. She is tired."
"I am not tired!" Aria yelled again, but Hannah had already dragged her out of the room.
When it became clear to Atalanta, after several days, that her parents were serious and unshakable about this, Aria woke up at night and packed. She took her xiphos, which Harald had given her, put on her masculine trousers, cut her hair with her pair of seaming scissors, and took masculine garments at the servant's launderette. Passing her bag around her shoulder, she went noiselessly to the stables, saddled her favorite horse, a black Frisian stallion, and rode off.
Since it would take her at least a day and a half to reach Camp Half-Blood, she was soon noticed. Her mother had found her hair strains and figured out she had cut her hair. They found the missing clothes, which belonged to one of their horse grooms; immediately, the parents gave her description to everybody, and the search was launched.
Then, Aria had luck. Sheer luck.
Her parents weren't the only ones looking for her. As she rode wildly through the woods, foam dirtying her horse's mouth, four Laistrygonian giants got her scent and started to hunt her down. Aria was just thirteen. She had no bow, only a very, very short xiphos, when compared to her opponent's height.
She called upon her father. Several times, she prayed. She prayed him, and she prayed Artemis, the goddess of hunting.
A horn could be heard just at the moment when the first Laistrygonian giant was on her, his blazing bullets ready to strike her down. A dozen of silvery arrows pierced his vivid red body and a dark-haired girl jumped, seemingly out of nowhere, onto his back, and beheaded him with a single blow of her hunting knife.
The giant burst into green dust and her savior came up to Atalanta.
"Are you alright?"
She had an exotic accent, and a silver diadem was braided into her well-carried hair. Several seconds later, a whole group of girls came out of the woods. Each one of them was carrying a bow, and a quiver was around their back.
A younger girl addressed her.
"Good day, Atalanta of Monmouth. We had been hunting those monsters for three days."
"A... Artemis?"
"Lady Artemis," the dark-haired girl corrected her.
"I am sorry, my Lady."
"Don't worry, my sister, you are safe now. Let us attend your wounds."
They put up a camp in surprising speed. Silver tents formed a circle around which white wolves wandered, obviously guarding the encampment. Silvery hawks watched in the trees.
"What is thy name?" Aria asked the dark-haired girl who was bandaging her wound on the arm.
"Zoe Nightshade. I am the leader of this Hunt, after the Lady Artemis. I am her lieutenant."
Aria told Zoe her story while she healed her with ambrosia and nectar. Zoe listened attentively before looking at her intensely.
"You don't want to get married?"
"Never!"
Zoe smirked.
"Then.... there is a solution. However, you would have to abandon your friends. To abandon your family. Everything you ever knew, you have to abandon it."
"Why?"
"Because if you join us, we will be your family."
Aria asked her more details about the Hunt, then told her she would think overnight. The next morning, her decision was taken, and she happily swore allegiance to Artemis. This happened on her fourteenth birthday.
Roleplaying Example:
It was night already, but some of the Hunters were sitting outside around a blazing, invigorating camp fire that made their skins glow unnaturally as the shine of the fire added itself to their silvery aura. They were chatting happily, discussing hunting moves and tactics as well as helping the little newcomer, Lea, to get better with her hunting knife.
Lea made Aria think of Natalia, a girl that had joined the Hunt two years after her. Both were human, both were orphans, and they had found both in a dark, filthy street.
Aria remembered how they had found Natalia: she had been cowering in a street of a little village near Edinburgh - Pitlochry was the name - and she had just been thrown out of a shop where she had asked for food. The Hunters had followed her before finally giving her something to eat and inviting her to share their tents for the night. Like Atalanta, Natalia had sworn allegiance to Artemis the next day.
But Natalia was dead, now.
She had been a good Hunter for nine years, but during one of their uncountable expeditions.... a stryx had gotten the better of her. The winged female demon had carried her away and beheaded her while flying. Aria had mourned the poor girl for two whole weeks, despite Artemis's attempts of lifting her mood by telling her she was in Elysium. Atalanta had continued to grief for her - she had been only ten! Okay, nineteen when she had died, but still had had the fragile and delicate body of ten-years-old.
Aria kicked the thought out of her head and looked at Lea. The blonde girl had a cute, crooked grin that dug dimples into her little cheeks. She was examining her hunting knife in the fire light, making it catch different highlights.
Atalanta then suggested a row of arm wrestling. The best one there was Phoebe, but Atalanta managed to beat her two times out of six. She laughed despite the hurting muscles of her arm and hand, and resumed sharpening one of her two hunting knives while Phoebe trained with another Hunter.
After a couple of minutes, Aria decided to get up.
"I'm going for a wee walk around the encampment," she told them with a smile, and most of them nodded ascent.
Aria moved away from the camp fire and walked between two silvery tents to the wolves who were guarding the Hunter's camp. As soon she got into sight, one of them noiselessly trotted over to her. It was a white-and-grey she-wolf: the ears, tail and back were grey, but the rest of her fur was white.
Aria crouched down next to Nymeria and scratched her head softly. The wolf licked her hands and she gave her a piece of meat that she had saved for her - she had been the one preparing the food tonight, along with Phoebe.
Nymeria ate it with relish, and Aria buried her face into her fluffy velvet fur.
After a last caress on the head, the daughter of Apollo walked back inside the camp; she passed the tent of Lady Artemis with a respectful nod of her head before getting into the tent she shared with Sera, her favorite sister-in-arms.
Slipping in, she crouched down and went to her sleeping bag, closing her eyes as soon she was in it.
Notes: The monster, Sir Lyfeld, was sent by Hera. She learnt that later.
Aria is portrayed by Olivia Wilde.
I made a link to Arya Stark from Game of Thrones by naming her she-wolf Nymeria, like Arya's.
For the requirements:
Word count: I have fairly over 1.500 words in this form (≈3.700 words).
Age: She is fourteen, so between 10 and 18.
RP Requirements: I have been active for nearly two years now (>3 months), I have more than 150 posts, and more than two original characters.
And for the RP word count of 50 words... I think my posts prove that I can manage way more than fifty words.
BIC:
Name: Atalanta 'Aria' Kalypso of Monmouth.
Mortal Parent: Countess Elizabeth of Monmouth.
God Parent: Zeus, god of thunder and lightning, and king of the gods.
Date of Birth: 1st of May 1701, at the beginning of the Lykaia festival.
Age: Forever fourteen.
Place of Birth: Devon, Great Britain.
Hometown: London, Great Britain.
Race/Ethnicity: White/British/Demigod.
Accent: Normal British accent.
Skin Tone: White.
Eye Color: Wide blue-green, almost turquoise.
Hair Color: Black like charcoal and raven wings.
Hair Length: Shoulder-long.
Height: One meter seventy-nine.
Weight: Fifty-three kilos.
Body Type: She has a lean, athletic body type, with an hourglass shape.
Appearance: Atalanta has extremely piercing, almost turquoise blue eyes, these are framed by a row of rich, black eyelashes. She has a slightly turned-up nose which give her a playful look as well as a pale mouth with thin lips. She is considered pretty, even though she has square jawbones and a pointed chin. Her black hair falls down to her shoulders and creases easily from straight to wavy, depending on the days. She has high, prominent cheekbones and arched eyebrows, black like her hair, which cast a shadow on her face and define her eyes. Her body is still childish, with long legs, a small chest but already wider hips. A silver aura surrounds her like every Hunter of Artemis.
Weapon: Aria fights with a pair of long hunting knives (twenty centimeters long), and her bow and arrows, given by Artemis herself. The arrows's tips are silver.
She has a celestial bronze xiphos as well, dating back from the time where she wasn't a Hunter yet, but a Camper; she keeps it, but rarely uses it.
Armor: She has only a breast-plate with shoulder plates, a pair of leg-greaves and a shield with an eagle designed on it, all of them silver.
Her silver helmet includes a crest of white horse hair and features nose-protection as well as cheek plates.
Pet(s): Aria owns a white she-wolf named Nymeria.
Skills/Talents: She is good at hunting, an outstanding runner, an exceptional swimmer (she has been swimming in swiftwater more than once), and has a very beautiful singing voice. She is very good at skiing (alpine skiing, ski-trekking and cross-country skiing), as well as climbing, canoeing, canyoning, horse riding, and chariot-racing.
She is a skilled and trained fencer, and a remarkable archer thanks to centuries of hunting alongside Artemis.
Flaws: Aria is despising and too self-loving. She can be scornful, misjudging and boasting. She thinks too highly of herself, part because she's noble-born, part because she's the daughter of Zeus, and part because she's an immortal Hunter of Artemis.
As for physical flaws, her nose is perhaps a bit too fleshy, and she has a square jawline. She also has a nasty scar on one arm and on the face, which a Hyperborean Cyclops gave her in 1922. It faded away with time and healing, of course, but there's still a distinct white line on her forearm and across her left cheek.
Strengths: This daughter of Zeus is loyal, kind, helpful, and brave. She is also what people call smart, deductive and clever. She is amiable with girls and a good stratege.
Weaknesses: She is narcissistic, not good at knife throwing, boy-despising, judging herself often better than others.
Likes: She likes the thunderstorms, lightnings, eagles and the color blue. She loves hunting, out-door living, fighting, watching the stars at night and enjoying her immortality by thinking about it. She loves rock music like Muse as well as electro music like Daft Punk.
Since she's a girl from the eighteenth century, it must be said that she loves Beethoven, Tchaikovsky, Chopin (she plays all twelve Etudes from the opus ten as well as the number 11 of opus 25), Liszt and Rachmaninov.
She loves tasty, easy dishes like grilled meat, roasted potatoes, vegetables and soup. She's also fond of various fruits: apples, oranges, apricots, pears,...
Dislikes: She dislikes boys (of course), monsters, spicy food, Campers, arithmetics, dodecaphonic music and concrete music.
She dislikes pop music, for she thinks it is too superficial; she despises modern-aristocracy people as well as any government. She doesn't acknowledge any authority apart from the gods's.
Fears: She is afraid of the open sea and underground spaces since those are the realms of Poseidon and Hades.
Personality: Adaptable, very adventurous, alert, has anger issues, challenging, charismatic, courageous, brave, cultured, curious, daring, decisive, dynamic, brutally honest, educated, efficient, firm, freethinking, imaginative.
Powers:
∆ Electricity
∂ She can give electroshocks to objects or persons by touching them. The current she generates can go up to 0.9 ampere. She can do this fifteen times a day and has to wait thirty minutes between uses.
∂ She can generate electricity bolts or summon them when under a clouded sky to strike down her enemies, maximum seven times per day and thirty minutes cool-down.
∂ She can summon electricity to accelerate her moves, the electricity can be seen dancing on her body as she does so. She can hold this for a minute, and has to wait ten minutes in between uses. She can do this ten times per day.
∂ She can make lightning strike herself in order to transport her own molecules from one point to another, maximum a kilometer away. Downside of this power: can only do it somewhere where lightning and electricity are active, eg thunderstorms.
∂ Flying
She has two ways of flying. For once, she can use the air like Jason Grace to fly maximum a hundred meters upwards for half an hour. She can do this only two times per day and has to wait an hours in between uses. As alternatives, she can glide or walk on air, but not more than one meter above the ground. She can hold this for thirty minutes, can do this eight times per day and has to wait one hour and a half in between uses.
She can create an electromagnetic field that repulses her, through her electricity manipulation. Limits are the same as flying.
∆ Air
∂ She can manipulate the air. This includes creating gusts of wind of varying intensity. Maximum wind blow would be of nine on the Beaufort scale. She can do this three times a day for the maximum wind blows. For smaller gusts, it depends on the intensity, but she can do it seven times a day with one hour cool-down.
∂ She can condense air into kinds of jets to propel herself forward. Seven times a day, maximum five meters in any direction, ten minutes cooldown. She can also surf on airwaves and electricity waves; though the airwaves last longer (five minutes) while the electricity waves last a minute. Three times a day, twenty minutes cooldown.
∂ She can reject air molecules to create a vacuum, thus an implosion or an air blast. Eight times a day each, three minutes cooldown.
∆ Thunderstorms
∂ She can manipulate thunder shockwaves. 10 times a day, 15 minutes cool down.
∂ She can assemble storms. A normal thunderstorm from her hand would last twenty minutes, for all the storms, the maximum wind speed is 74 mph and cover an area of twenty meters diameter.
(Approved by Chrissy and Zachattac.)
Abilities:
∂ Communicating with birds.
∂ Gaining energy by being in contact with electricity : +20% of her current energy, plus the fact that electricity has healing capabilities on her body. When under a storm, she gains +10% of her current energy.
∂ She can sense storms arriving and assembling, especially thunderstorms. She can read airwaves and feel disturbances, including weather/climate disturbances.
∂ She can breathe and resist cold in high places.
(Approved by Chrissy.)
Years as Hunter: Three hundred and nine.
Life Before the Hunters: Atalanta was born in London, her father was supposedly the Count of Monmouth. Her mother, Elizabeth of Monmouth, having been a woman of great beauty and charm to such an extant thatshe drew the attention of Zeus himself. Nobody knew of their secret liaison except Elizabeth's chamber maid.
Lady Elizabeth of Monmouth knew who her lover was; he couldn't have helped but boast about it and demonstrating his powers.
However, he left her as soon she found out she was pregnant, leaving her with their unborn baby. After having made sure her husband was persuaded the baby she was carrying was his, she took a retreat in their manor in the Devon in order to give birth to their child: a girl.
Little Lady Atalanta of Monmouth grew up between fancy dresses, trips to the French court, difficult hair-do's, music lessons and high-society balls. However, she was a natural rebel, and often felt too choked in her corsets, little shoes and wide brocade dresses. She yearned for freedom, and often took one of her father's horses to go for a ride, when they were in their mansion in the Devon.
Very soon, she showed a taste for hunting - she would always accompany her father and his friends to their numerous hunting parties, ever since she was seven. She would be given a little pony, and everybody would kindly comment on her skills, but she surprised them all by killing a full-grown boar with a single shot of her pistol. Since then, father and mother had arguments: the father was impressed by his daughter and wanted to take her on more hunting parties while the mother insisted it wasn't suiting for a lady of her category.
In the end, Atalanta hunted on her own. She would show what she caught to her father, but not to her mother, who wouldn't even question what they were eating to dinner.
Aria grew up to be a happy little girl, admired for her beauty; she had friends among the higher social circles, but also among the lower ones, which of course displeased her mother. Among her friends was Harald Marchford, a young son of a middle-class worker, who had a crooked grin and a mischievous gaze that immediately pleased our young lady. Together, they would go off in the city, escape Aria's maid and explore the streets. When she got back, Aria was of course grounded, but she didn't care. The grounding was a good payment for all the fun she had had.
Atalanta lived ... quite... peacefully until her eighth birthday, when Hera found out about her existence. At that moment, she had been given a new music teacher, sir Lyfeld. He looked quite good: nice, fitting clothes, velvet jackets, silk ties and always a latest-fashion-perruque. He could play the transverse flute to the perfection, and was outstanding at harpsichord.
However, something about him made Aria not feel at ease. She would decline her music lessons, so her mother would always bring her there forcibly. But Aria has, as already stated, a rebel mind. When she doesn't want something, she would not have it.
Her mother finally got fed up with her and locked her into the room with the teacher for three hours of music.
During the lesson, the teacher got a bit weird. He would look at Aria with hatred (probably because she made him lose money), hit her fingers one time too much with his wooden stick when she made a mistake at the harpsichord, and ground her every now and again.
After two hours, he sat down, looking at his feet. Aria couldn't care less and gazed out of the window. One minute passed, two minutes, three minutes, four.... Aria got bored and looked at her teacher, who really didn't look good.
"Sir Lyfeld, are you alright?" she finally asked.
The man didn't reply.
"Sir Lyfeld?"
Aria got closer and looked at him - she was sensible for people with health problems. Just as she got near him, her teacher looked up - his eyes were red. With a snarl, he gripped Aria's throat and started choking her.
At that moment, the window shattered. Particles of glass flew around, and Harald jumped in. His hair was a mess, and there was dirt on his neat clothes and black coat.
Yelling aggressively, he leaped onto the music teacher's back and, with a mighty blow of a sword Aria had never seen him with, he cut his neck.
No blood came out. Instead, the dead body vanished into an explosion of green dust, letting Aria sit there, coughing, red finger-like marks around her neck.
"What... what was that?"
"A monster. There are probably more. You have to come with me."
"Monsters? What?"
"Don't ask questions! Come on! Let us go to your mother!"
Grabbing her hand, he pulled her up, and they went out of the window, since the door to the music room was locked. They continued running down the corridors of the Monmouth's wide mansion before finally reaching the Countess's suite. She was just trying on a new dress, a vermilion one with cream-white ribbons.
"Lady Elizabeth, we have to go now!" Harald cried out as he burst into the room.
He immediately apologized for his curtness and bad manners before explaining the situation to Lady Elizabeth. Harald had been there by chance. He knew Aria didn't like her new music teacher and they had decided to sneak away together that day. Seeing she wasn't coming, he had managed it into the courtyard of their luxurious mansion and had started searching for his friend. He had tensed up when catching the scent of a monster and had hurried to the location; when he had seen Aria in a room with the monster, he hadn't hesitated and broke the window with a stone before jumping in. His xiphos had always been with him, in the form of a golden watch.
Under shock and self-reprimands, the Countess of Monmouth stammered to one of her maids to get to one of their coach drivers to get a carriage ready.
"You know where she has to go?" Lady Elizabeth asked Harald, who nodded. "I am not accompanying you. I shall stay here and explain what I can to the Count of Monmouth -- without telling him the truth, of course."
As soon the carriage was ready, Aria and Harald jumped in. Aria had already prepared a little bag full of personal belongings, mostly clothing. In addition, Harald handed her the sword he had killed the monster with (the monster was an ephialtes). He explained to her she was a demigod - which shocked Aria, since she had been raised in a highly Christian environment (apart from her mother of course, but she never showed it), and the idea of polytheism was revolting to her - and that he was bringing her somewhere safe where she could train. She almost fainted when Harald showed her his hooves, proving her he was a satyr sent by the Camp's leader, Chiron.
At that moment, the gods lived in England, so Camp Half-Blood was situated on the East coast, near Norwich.
Once there, it took Aria several weeks to get claimed by Zeus. She slept in the Hermes pavilion (yeah, they had pavilions at that time, the lucky people), and saw that she wasn't the only noble-born. Half the Aphrodite pavilion, a wonderful mansion with designs of flowers and winged Loves in its façade, were offsprings of known people of the higher circle. Aria even met her long-time-no-see friend Susanna of Crowford.
But the Zeus pavilion was extraordinary too: a white marble façade with golden-painted columns, ornamented with stylized acanthus leaves (corinthian-styled), lightning bolts and carvings of eagles. There were two bedrooms in the upper story, one for the boys, one for the girls, and Aria hadn't been the only Zeus offspring back then. There was also a wonderful common room with a statue of the king of gods, decorated with comfortable armchairs, a chimney and various depictions relating to Zeus and his actions.
Atalanta quickly forgot all the rond-de-jambes and fancy French-named-dances as she learned how to wield her sword. For training, she would be wearing nothing more than a corset and a pair of masculine trousers, which she found very fitting. At Camp Half-Blood, she found a fair deal of fun and had even a youth romance with a boy of her age, from the Hephaestus pavilion. Something her mother wouldn't find suiting at all.
She appreciated the fact that she hadn't to constantly worry about her hairdo: here, ponytails were common. Of course, the Aphrodite pavilion always appeared in the latest fashion dresses, with velvet and silk robes trimmed with gold and silver, jewels decorating their slim swan necks as well as their arms and hands. All of the girls had a mouche (a kind of false beauty spots the women would put on their skin in order to emphasize their paleness), and the most complicated and elaborate hairstyles Atalanta had ever seen. They were giggling all the times behind their silk-and-lace fans and sharing the newest gossip - exactly like Aria's mother did when she was in her boudoir with her friends. Which didn't particularly draw her to sharing their company.
Atalanta quickly became at the age of twelve one of the best sword fighters who were of her age. She was an extraordinary marksman as well, hitting the target with regular success.
However, when she became thirteen, her life broke down.
She was getting prepared for Camp Half-Blood - a free-time activity her father turned a blind eye on - when her mother asked her to meet her father and herself in the dining room.
Her father opened the session; Atalanta noticed he was wearing a bright new perruque that must have been expensive and a rich-looking blue velvet jacket.
"Atalanta, I have matched a decision to which your mother agreed."
That couldn't be positive. Atalanta continued listening.
"We have found a match for you."
"A match?"
"Of our class and social circle."
"Wait, father," she interrupted. "Are you... are you intending to wed me to somebody?"
"Not somebody, Atalanta," her mother said in a soft voice. "Lord Dorian Stalworth."
"But.... But Lord Dorian is twenty!"
"And a very good match. Besides, he already accepted."
"What? You did this before even consulting me?"
"You are still under-age, my daughter," her father sharply replied. "You don't know yet what is good for you or not."
Aria stared at her parents in disbelief.
"Father, this must be a very bad joke."
"Atalanta, don't get insulting," her father reminded her. "And what are you complaining about? He has an incredible fortune. Four mansions in England and a fifth one in France."
"I don't care about his wealth!" Atalanta yelled, standing up and gripping the table.
The count and countess of Monmouth exchanged a look. Then, her mother turned over to her maid.
"Please, bring Lady Atalanta back into her room, Hannah. She is tired."
"I am not tired!" Aria yelled again, but Hannah had already dragged her out of the room.
When it became clear to Atalanta, after several days, that her parents were serious and unshakable about this, Aria woke up at night and packed. She took her xiphos, which Harald had given her, put on her masculine trousers, cut her hair with her pair of seaming scissors, and took masculine garments at the servant's launderette. Passing her bag around her shoulder, she went noiselessly to the stables, saddled her favorite horse, a black Frisian stallion, and rode off.
Since it would take her at least a day and a half to reach Camp Half-Blood, she was soon noticed. Her mother had found her hair strains and figured out she had cut her hair. They found the missing clothes, which belonged to one of their horse grooms; immediately, the parents gave her description to everybody, and the search was launched.
Then, Aria had luck. Sheer luck.
Her parents weren't the only ones looking for her. As she rode wildly through the woods, foam dirtying her horse's mouth, four Laistrygonian giants got her scent and started to hunt her down. Aria was just thirteen. She had no bow, only a very, very short xiphos, when compared to her opponent's height.
She called upon her father. Several times, she prayed. She prayed him, and she prayed Artemis, the goddess of hunting.
A horn could be heard just at the moment when the first Laistrygonian giant was on her, his blazing bullets ready to strike her down. A dozen of silvery arrows pierced his vivid red body and a dark-haired girl jumped, seemingly out of nowhere, onto his back, and beheaded him with a single blow of her hunting knife.
The giant burst into green dust and her savior came up to Atalanta.
"Are you alright?"
She had an exotic accent, and a silver diadem was braided into her well-carried hair. Several seconds later, a whole group of girls came out of the woods. Each one of them was carrying a bow, and a quiver was around their back.
A younger girl addressed her.
"Good day, Atalanta of Monmouth. We had been hunting those monsters for three days."
"A... Artemis?"
"Lady Artemis," the dark-haired girl corrected her.
"I am sorry, my Lady."
"Don't worry, my sister, you are safe now. Let us attend your wounds."
They put up a camp in surprising speed. Silver tents formed a circle around which white wolves wandered, obviously guarding the encampment. Silvery hawks watched in the trees.
"What is thy name?" Aria asked the dark-haired girl who was bandaging her wound on the arm.
"Zoe Nightshade. I am the leader of this Hunt, after the Lady Artemis. I am her lieutenant."
Aria told Zoe her story while she healed her with ambrosia and nectar. Zoe listened attentively before looking at her intensely.
"You don't want to get married?"
"Never!"
Zoe smirked.
"Then.... there is a solution. However, you would have to abandon your friends. To abandon your family. Everything you ever knew, you have to abandon it."
"Why?"
"Because if you join us, we will be your family."
Aria asked her more details about the Hunt, then told her she would think overnight. The next morning, her decision was taken, and she happily swore allegiance to Artemis. This happened on her fourteenth birthday.
Roleplaying Example:
It was night already, but some of the Hunters were sitting outside around a blazing, invigorating camp fire that made their skins glow unnaturally as the shine of the fire added itself to their silvery aura. They were chatting happily, discussing hunting moves and tactics as well as helping the little newcomer, Lea, to get better with her hunting knife.
Lea made Aria think of Natalia, a girl that had joined the Hunt two years after her. Both were human, both were orphans, and they had found both in a dark, filthy street.
Aria remembered how they had found Natalia: she had been cowering in a street of a little village near Edinburgh - Pitlochry was the name - and she had just been thrown out of a shop where she had asked for food. The Hunters had followed her before finally giving her something to eat and inviting her to share their tents for the night. Like Atalanta, Natalia had sworn allegiance to Artemis the next day.
But Natalia was dead, now.
She had been a good Hunter for nine years, but during one of their uncountable expeditions.... a stryx had gotten the better of her. The winged female demon had carried her away and beheaded her while flying. Aria had mourned the poor girl for two whole weeks, despite Artemis's attempts of lifting her mood by telling her she was in Elysium. Atalanta had continued to grief for her - she had been only ten! Okay, nineteen when she had died, but still had had the fragile and delicate body of ten-years-old.
Aria kicked the thought out of her head and looked at Lea. The blonde girl had a cute, crooked grin that dug dimples into her little cheeks. She was examining her hunting knife in the fire light, making it catch different highlights.
Atalanta then suggested a row of arm wrestling. The best one there was Phoebe, but Atalanta managed to beat her two times out of six. She laughed despite the hurting muscles of her arm and hand, and resumed sharpening one of her two hunting knives while Phoebe trained with another Hunter.
After a couple of minutes, Aria decided to get up.
"I'm going for a wee walk around the encampment," she told them with a smile, and most of them nodded ascent.
Aria moved away from the camp fire and walked between two silvery tents to the wolves who were guarding the Hunter's camp. As soon she got into sight, one of them noiselessly trotted over to her. It was a white-and-grey she-wolf: the ears, tail and back were grey, but the rest of her fur was white.
Aria crouched down next to Nymeria and scratched her head softly. The wolf licked her hands and she gave her a piece of meat that she had saved for her - she had been the one preparing the food tonight, along with Phoebe.
Nymeria ate it with relish, and Aria buried her face into her fluffy velvet fur.
After a last caress on the head, the daughter of Apollo walked back inside the camp; she passed the tent of Lady Artemis with a respectful nod of her head before getting into the tent she shared with Sera, her favorite sister-in-arms.
Slipping in, she crouched down and went to her sleeping bag, closing her eyes as soon she was in it.
Notes: The monster, Sir Lyfeld, was sent by Hera. She learnt that later.
Aria is portrayed by Olivia Wilde.
I made a link to Arya Stark from Game of Thrones by naming her she-wolf Nymeria, like Arya's.
For the requirements:
Word count: I have fairly over 1.500 words in this form (≈3.700 words).
Age: She is fourteen, so between 10 and 18.
RP Requirements: I have been active for nearly two years now (>3 months), I have more than 150 posts, and more than two original characters.
And for the RP word count of 50 words... I think my posts prove that I can manage way more than fifty words.
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