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by Milocross 2/24/2014, 7:00 pmName: Milocross Vixon
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Eyes: Dark brown
Hair: Dark brown-almost black, down to the small of her back.
Height: 5'3
Body Type: Slender
Skin Color: Light tan
God Parent: Erida (goddess of hate)
Mortal Parent: Marshall Vixon
Country of Origin: California(ik its not a country)
Pets: A typical house cat. A dark Maine Coon called Chairman Meow.
Talents: Cooking, playing the piano, harp, and fighting.
Weapon**: CB Brass knuckles.
Personality: Milocross is the pure essence of hate herself. Her hatred for the world and all that's involved with it burns with passion, even herself. Although there are many things she hates, there are also a few things she loves, which includes her pets, and her instruments. She's always had a habit of trying to get to know someone, then cutting it off mid-way, because she's scared of what might happen if they dislike her. She's also very manipulative, taking any opportunity to manipulate someone into doing what she wants. Not necessarily charmspeak, just her overpowering innocent fools.
Flaws: Multi-personality disorder, very un-trusting, very hateful, manipulative, suffers from paranoia, and suffers from panic attacks.
Powers(must relate to god parent; optional): Milocross is able to fuel her hate into fighting strength. Before using this ability she must be infuriated for over half an hour, with nothing decreasing her amounts of stress and anger. She is only able to do this once a day, and she will become powerful enough to exert a force that could lift up to 300 pounds. Her stamina would also increase, making her last at her maximum effort for about half an hour longer. She can only do this twice a day, each lasting only about an hour at a time. She needs to recharge for at least 3 hours.
Life Before CHB*: Milocross grew up pretty normally. She lived in a fairly sized house with a fair family of three. Her curiosity in Greek mythology sparked when her brother, Corvus, went off to a camp she had heard about named 'Camp Half-Blood.' She was wondering if she was eligible to go to the camp, wondering more if her father would let her. She grew angry when she found out that he wouldn't be coming back, and even more angry when her father wouldn't let her go with him. She threw massive temper tantrums, breaking items in the house and throwing stuff around. Eventually it began to be too much for her father, so he sent her away to camp so he was able to spend some time alone with his girlfriend without her destroying the house.
RP Example*: Running around in the forest, Milocross found something inside of her that was very rare. Happiness. She was almost never happy, mostly because she was frequently around people and items that she hated. Silently cursing her mother for giving her a trait that she couldn't avoid without being destructive, she tried to silence her thoughts and laid back in the grass. She stared up at the sky above her, but there wasn't really much to see besides a bunch of leaves and branches. Somehow, they calmed her down, and soon enough she fell into the trance of sleep.
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Age: 15
Gender: Female
Eyes: Dark brown
Hair: Dark brown-almost black, down to the small of her back.
Height: 5'3
Body Type: Slender
Skin Color: Light tan
God Parent: Erida (goddess of hate)
Mortal Parent: Marshall Vixon
Country of Origin: California(ik its not a country)
Pets: A typical house cat. A dark Maine Coon called Chairman Meow.
Talents: Cooking, playing the piano, harp, and fighting.
Weapon**: CB Brass knuckles.
Personality: Milocross is the pure essence of hate herself. Her hatred for the world and all that's involved with it burns with passion, even herself. Although there are many things she hates, there are also a few things she loves, which includes her pets, and her instruments. She's always had a habit of trying to get to know someone, then cutting it off mid-way, because she's scared of what might happen if they dislike her. She's also very manipulative, taking any opportunity to manipulate someone into doing what she wants. Not necessarily charmspeak, just her overpowering innocent fools.
Flaws: Multi-personality disorder, very un-trusting, very hateful, manipulative, suffers from paranoia, and suffers from panic attacks.
Powers(must relate to god parent; optional): Milocross is able to fuel her hate into fighting strength. Before using this ability she must be infuriated for over half an hour, with nothing decreasing her amounts of stress and anger. She is only able to do this once a day, and she will become powerful enough to exert a force that could lift up to 300 pounds. Her stamina would also increase, making her last at her maximum effort for about half an hour longer. She can only do this twice a day, each lasting only about an hour at a time. She needs to recharge for at least 3 hours.
Life Before CHB*: Milocross grew up pretty normally. She lived in a fairly sized house with a fair family of three. Her curiosity in Greek mythology sparked when her brother, Corvus, went off to a camp she had heard about named 'Camp Half-Blood.' She was wondering if she was eligible to go to the camp, wondering more if her father would let her. She grew angry when she found out that he wouldn't be coming back, and even more angry when her father wouldn't let her go with him. She threw massive temper tantrums, breaking items in the house and throwing stuff around. Eventually it began to be too much for her father, so he sent her away to camp so he was able to spend some time alone with his girlfriend without her destroying the house.
RP Example*: Running around in the forest, Milocross found something inside of her that was very rare. Happiness. She was almost never happy, mostly because she was frequently around people and items that she hated. Silently cursing her mother for giving her a trait that she couldn't avoid without being destructive, she tried to silence her thoughts and laid back in the grass. She stared up at the sky above her, but there wasn't really much to see besides a bunch of leaves and branches. Somehow, they calmed her down, and soon enough she fell into the trance of sleep.
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