Name: Anamaria Christina Rhodes; nickname is Ana
Age: 10
Gender: female
Eyes: light blue
Hair: blonde
Height:5’0”
Body Type:lean
Skin Color:pale
God Parent: Ares, god of war
Mortal Parent: Clara Rhodes
Country of Origin: US of A
Pets: Doberman named Spike
Talents: Ana has a very good ear for music and plays violin and sings as much as she can, always wanting to show others her talent with her music. The little girl also has a green thumb and tries to help the Demeter children with the berries.
Weapon**: a celestial bronze version of the sword Sting from the Hobbit and celestial bronze claws she wears often(there is nothing special about the sword, it just looks like Sting)
Personality: Ana is the complete opposite of most of her older siblings. She is light hearted and friendly, always looking for a new friend to make. She has almost no cares in the world but she does tend to shy away from her older brothers due to her past. Like most people she tends to be moody with the weather so if its a nice day out she's as carefree as ever, but gloomy days tend to put her in the dumps. Also be careful when it storms out cuz that can lead to wither her fear of thunder or she's get really angry cuz she cant see the sun. Other than that she is a normal ten year old girl.
Flaws:Ana is shy towards boys because of her father and doesn’t really like people who are mean to her, even if it it just teasing and not pure mean. She also has flashbacks and nightmares of her father’s beatings that wake her at night in a cold sweat and tears. Apart from that Ana can go into phases of depression but has been getting better.
Powers(must relate to god parent; optional): In the heat of battle, if she gets really into the fight, Ana can throw herself into a tantrum of anger and rage. It only lasts a few minutes but strength doubles and her mind only focuses on winning the battle.(lasts a max of 5mins with an hour recharge; can be done three times a day but cannot perform this again the next day if all three are used. She usually benches 100lbs and in her Tantrum she has the strength to bench 200lbs)
Life Before Camp*: Anamaria was born on a beautiful spring morning when the cherry blossoms were in full bloom. Everyone thought she was the cutest little girl ever and had the sweetest blue eyes that could melt hearts. As she grew up though, she wasn't brought up in a safe or kind home. Her mother married a drunk who would beat the two of them when he came home late drunk out of his mind and Anamaria would always have red marks on her back from her father beating her with a belt. Her mother, who was fed up with her husband’s outbursts and violence, left her daughter and husband one night and never returned. From then on Anamaria was beaten twice as bad and would cry herself to sleep most nights for her mother.
For her eighth birthday though she found an old willow tree that made a shaded cove for her from the world. She then started going there everyday after school until her father came home and passed out drunk in his room, to which she would sneak in through her bedroom window on the first floor. On Ana’s tenth birthday her father beat her so badly she started to bleed and told her she was worthless, and that she was the reason her mother had left them. Heartbroken, the young girl packed the dew clothes she had and ran to her Willow tree, finding her friend Akiva there. He told her that he knew of a place where she wouldn’t ever have to worry about her drunkard father and everyone would be there to take care of her.
Hating the life she had now, Anamaria agreed and followed her friend to a camp in Long Island, New York. The camp’s name was Camp Half-Blood and she loved having a place she could really call home. Upon arrival she saw Akiva had the legs of a goat and horns sprouting from his dark brown curly hair. He told her he was a Saytr and that she was a demigod. Once they crossed over the threshold of the camp a symbol of a spear appeared above her head and Akiva gave her a kind smile before telling her that Ares, the god of war, had claimed her as his own.She didn’t change a thing about herself though when she was claimed. She continued to be her light hearted and perky self.
RP Example*: Ana skipped through camp with her white and blue sun dress on that flared out at her knees. She was feeling rather happy with today and decided to go make some flower crowns with the wild flowers that grew in the strawberry fields of camp. Her bare feet felt good against the soil and she sat with her legs hidden under her dress, picking the wildflowers with a smile on her face. Ana felt herself hum a tune that her mother used to sing to her before she left, one that would lull her to sleep after her father would hurt the both of them.
Any notes about your characters: Anamaria has scars all across her back in crissed crossed patterns from when her father abused her
Last edited by nerissaterzi on 1/25/2015, 4:40 pm; edited 3 times in total