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by sierramarie 8/25/2014, 5:29 pmName: Zoe May Butler
Age: 16
Gender: female
Eyes: very light shade of blue. Zoe gets loads of compliments in her eyes.
Hair: Zoe's hair is very long and reaches just above her torso, it is mostly brown but she has a few natural blonde highlights in it.
Height: Zoe is 5'3
Body Type: slim.
Skin Color: Zoe is pretty pale.
God Parent: Apollo
Mortal Parent: Meredith Butler
Country of Origin: London giving her a slight accent, it has worn off a bit because she hasn't lived there for 4 years.
Pets: n/a
Talents: running, archery, sword fighting, and poetry.
Weapon**: a celestial bronze sword, and a bow. Her arrows come back to her once she has flung them.
Personality: Zoe is quite cheerful although she can be a little cocky and often brags. but people still seem to like her. She is quite flirty and has had numerous boyfriends. She is a party animal and likes to stay out late. Her biggest wish is to find a bestfriend, that isn't fake.
Flaws: cocky, she thinks she is better than she is, and she brags which causes the lost of her friends.
Powers(must relate to god parent; optional): n/a
Life Before Camp*: Zoe lived in London until she was 12. When she was 12 her mother had a job offer in New York. Zoe was an only child so when her mom was working all day she loved to write. She wrote poetry all day. her mother found out what she was doing a threw away all of her work. She cried for days. When she reached 14 she decided that she would secretly write. She was homeschooled and rarely went outside. Her mother wouldn't allow it. Zoe was scared of her so she never went outside. one day she decided that she would go against her mothers rules and go outside. a saytr found her and took her to camp.
RP Example*: Zoe stomped into her cabin. it was so hot and the hot weather often made her cranky. The cabin was so neat and orderly except for her bed. Her trunk was over flowing with garbage her bed wasn't made, all of her poetry papers were scattered on her bed and pens and pencils on the ground and on her bed. she grunted, knowing that her brothers and sister would get mad again if they came home and her bed was messy. She ignored her mess and grabbed her bow. she switched her black converse shoes for combat boots and walked out the door.
Any notes about your characters:
Age: 16
Gender: female
Eyes: very light shade of blue. Zoe gets loads of compliments in her eyes.
Hair: Zoe's hair is very long and reaches just above her torso, it is mostly brown but she has a few natural blonde highlights in it.
Height: Zoe is 5'3
Body Type: slim.
Skin Color: Zoe is pretty pale.
God Parent: Apollo
Mortal Parent: Meredith Butler
Country of Origin: London giving her a slight accent, it has worn off a bit because she hasn't lived there for 4 years.
Pets: n/a
Talents: running, archery, sword fighting, and poetry.
Weapon**: a celestial bronze sword, and a bow. Her arrows come back to her once she has flung them.
Personality: Zoe is quite cheerful although she can be a little cocky and often brags. but people still seem to like her. She is quite flirty and has had numerous boyfriends. She is a party animal and likes to stay out late. Her biggest wish is to find a bestfriend, that isn't fake.
Flaws: cocky, she thinks she is better than she is, and she brags which causes the lost of her friends.
Powers(must relate to god parent; optional): n/a
Life Before Camp*: Zoe lived in London until she was 12. When she was 12 her mother had a job offer in New York. Zoe was an only child so when her mom was working all day she loved to write. She wrote poetry all day. her mother found out what she was doing a threw away all of her work. She cried for days. When she reached 14 she decided that she would secretly write. She was homeschooled and rarely went outside. Her mother wouldn't allow it. Zoe was scared of her so she never went outside. one day she decided that she would go against her mothers rules and go outside. a saytr found her and took her to camp.
RP Example*: Zoe stomped into her cabin. it was so hot and the hot weather often made her cranky. The cabin was so neat and orderly except for her bed. Her trunk was over flowing with garbage her bed wasn't made, all of her poetry papers were scattered on her bed and pens and pencils on the ground and on her bed. she grunted, knowing that her brothers and sister would get mad again if they came home and her bed was messy. She ignored her mess and grabbed her bow. she switched her black converse shoes for combat boots and walked out the door.
Any notes about your characters:
