Name: Venus Florence Chance
Nickname: She generally goes by Chance, as she's humiliated by her first name now that she knows the Gods are real.
Age: 15 years, 3 months, 7 days and 15 hours (she doesn't bother keeping track of the minutes since that would take too much work.)
Gender: Female
Eyes: Green, emerald
Hair: Naturally a mousy brownish though it's kept dyed blue
Height: 5' 11
Body Type: Not overly muscular but not thin either
Skin Color: Pale / Caucasian
God Parent: Hephastus
Mortal Parent: Veronica Chance
Country of Origin: United States of America
Pets: N/A
Talents: Chance is a very experienced knitter. Growing up she had very few friends so her mother taught her how to knit so reading, helping in the house or lab, and gaming weren't Chance's only options.
Weapon: Chance's preferred weapon is a double bladed war axe named Echo for its perfectly symmetrical shape. It is roughly 5 feet long with silver etching along the entire staff, which is made of stout oak. The axehead is made of Celestial bronze and roughly the size of Venus' own torso, honed to a deadly sharp edge on both sides. Though it looks too heavy for her to wield, she seems to have absolutely no trouble flailing it around. The weapon was forged by Chance herself, with a little help from her siblings, so she could have a weapon to call her own.
Personality:
Abilities: Chance knows how to operate any machine as soon as she sits in or on it. She doesn't even realize the information is there unless someone asks about it or she's required to use said machinery.
Powers: Chance can read a system's binary code and can tell exactly what functions and it has and that it can potentially use. She must be in direct contact with what she wants to read and it takes a lot of energy. Remember, binary code is long and in some cases very complex. Shorter, more simple codes (like for a singular robotic arm who's only job is to turn 90 degrees and lift a half inch) take both less time and less energy. For instance, she can read the code in one post with a one or two post cooldown. More complex systems can drain her energy to the point of utter exhaustion. For a maximum of 3 posts long and a minimum cooldown of 6 posts.
Chance can also tell when there's something wrong with a machine, whether she see it or not. Anything from an old Ford tractor having a cracked engine block to a computer key that doesn't work anymore. While this isn't very energy taxing, it does require a lot of focus on her part. Chance can't just touch a car and instantly know it has a fuel leak, but she could feel it seemed to be loosing fuel without running and then mentally search for answers. For simple machinery it can usually last up to 2 posts with a cooldown of 4 posts and with more complex things it may take 3 posts and require a cooldown of 8 posts.
Notes:
Nickname: She generally goes by Chance, as she's humiliated by her first name now that she knows the Gods are real.
Age: 15 years, 3 months, 7 days and 15 hours (she doesn't bother keeping track of the minutes since that would take too much work.)
Gender: Female
Eyes: Green, emerald
Hair: Naturally a mousy brownish though it's kept dyed blue
Height: 5' 11
Body Type: Not overly muscular but not thin either
Skin Color: Pale / Caucasian
- Overall Appearance:
- Chance's body is well built. Not overly thin, but not stout either. She has practically no fat cells at all, seeing as she's a partial fitness freak. She stands at a little over 5 foot 11 inches, putting her above the average height of most girls and she weighs around 190 pounds. Her dyed deep blue hair contrasts with her pale complextion. Her eyes are a starting emerald green with a small nose and thin mouth below. Her teeth are straight and blindingly white and seen quite often as she's almost always smiling about something.
God Parent: Hephastus
Mortal Parent: Veronica Chance
Country of Origin: United States of America
Pets: N/A
Talents: Chance is a very experienced knitter. Growing up she had very few friends so her mother taught her how to knit so reading, helping in the house or lab, and gaming weren't Chance's only options.
Weapon: Chance's preferred weapon is a double bladed war axe named Echo for its perfectly symmetrical shape. It is roughly 5 feet long with silver etching along the entire staff, which is made of stout oak. The axehead is made of Celestial bronze and roughly the size of Venus' own torso, honed to a deadly sharp edge on both sides. Though it looks too heavy for her to wield, she seems to have absolutely no trouble flailing it around. The weapon was forged by Chance herself, with a little help from her siblings, so she could have a weapon to call her own.
Personality:
- Personality:
- Venus Chance is a rather... quirky... individual. She mostly keeps her life to herself and has an aversion to extremely large groups of people. She keeps a few close friends, so few that many believe she's more of a loner. However, socialising is definitly NOT an issue for her. If she has the chance to include herself in a conversation that appeals to her, she'll take it. She has an unnatutal love for annoying those she knows well, whether she considers them close friends or not, and oftentimes can offend people without meaning to. Her more outgoing and social side is, essentially, a persona. It's the one that Chance allows those around her to see, to control how much they actually know about her. She has many persona and can switch between any of them rapidly. Few are allowed to actually see her switch persona, but of those who do 90 percent believe (for a short time) that Chance has a mental condition regardless of how long they've known her.
Unlike the social jitterbug she usually seems like, Chance is the epitome of a thrillseeker. She is, in essence, addicted to the adrenalin rush. She will do random, and seemingly careless, things to get it. Even endangering herself doesn't phase her as long as no one hurts themself trying to 'save' her. Because, as much as she loves adrenalin, Chance doesn't want someone to needlessly get hurt because of her. She is also very stubborn, if she injures herself, no matter how severe, as long as she's conscious she'll deny any nonphysical treatment. Such an painkillers or antibiotics, however, she will allow bones to be set and cast if absolutely necessary.
In combat, there are few who can match Chance's excitement. The fear of pain, injury, or even death gives her the adrenalin she craves and she welcomes it wholeheartedly. Her focus in a fight is not narrow. She stays hyper-aware of her surroundings because, as much as she appreciates the adrenalin, she loathes being taken by surprise. Chance will typically attempt to conversate during a fight, whether it's with a friend or foe. She believes fighting is supposed to flow just like words, so she likes to talk as she moves. However if she really has to concentrate on the fight, her jaw will clamp up tighter than a vice.
Aside from her disgustingly cheerful and optimistic persona, Chance likes to think that she has a very practical mind. She is well organised and always knows whatshe wants. She prefers to keep her deep thoughts to herself and if oftentimes vague if asked. Many of her thoughts are on things adults should think about, not teenagers such as herself, so if pressed she will almost always lie outright. Not out of malice, but a twisted sense of self preservation.
As for friends, Chance gets along with most people. Most meaning if someone is an asshole to her or someone she knows without a good reason, they are instantly on her dislike list. Many consider her friendly and polite mannerisms charming or otherwise likable and will enjoy talking to her. As for Chance herself, she will happily consider anyone a friend until proven otherwise, but her group of extremely close "besties" is tiny. Chance'scaution in allowing people close enough to her to actually know her is severe. To allow someone to truly know her requires a lot of trust, and trust is a fragile thing in her mind. She thinks that the fewer people she trusts that much, the fewer people that can betray her.
- Doesn't trust easily
- Stubborn to a fault
- Reckless
- Has a mild OCPD. Everything has to be just so or she goes bonkers and tries to fix whatever it is that she thinks is wrong.
Abilities: Chance knows how to operate any machine as soon as she sits in or on it. She doesn't even realize the information is there unless someone asks about it or she's required to use said machinery.
Powers: Chance can read a system's binary code and can tell exactly what functions and it has and that it can potentially use. She must be in direct contact with what she wants to read and it takes a lot of energy. Remember, binary code is long and in some cases very complex. Shorter, more simple codes (like for a singular robotic arm who's only job is to turn 90 degrees and lift a half inch) take both less time and less energy. For instance, she can read the code in one post with a one or two post cooldown. More complex systems can drain her energy to the point of utter exhaustion. For a maximum of 3 posts long and a minimum cooldown of 6 posts.
Chance can also tell when there's something wrong with a machine, whether she see it or not. Anything from an old Ford tractor having a cracked engine block to a computer key that doesn't work anymore. While this isn't very energy taxing, it does require a lot of focus on her part. Chance can't just touch a car and instantly know it has a fuel leak, but she could feel it seemed to be loosing fuel without running and then mentally search for answers. For simple machinery it can usually last up to 2 posts with a cooldown of 4 posts and with more complex things it may take 3 posts and require a cooldown of 8 posts.
- Spoiler:
- If at any point she is interrupted while using these powers, it requires a cooldown of the length that she has used it. Ex: Chance intends to use her power to find out what's wrong with an automaton, which will probably take 3 posts but she gets distracted or knocked away from the machine after the second post, it will require a minimum of 4 posts before she can try again.
I couldn't think of any physical powers or abilities, so I may ask to edit later on if that's okay.
- Childhood:
- Veronica, a woman of Irish descent, was Venus' mother. She had lived her whole life in New York, but nowhere near the big city capital. Her lifelong dream was to build the first sentient robot. In her mid twenties she had given up on dating or relationships at all to wholeheartedly persue that dream. Her dedication brought her close, very close to discovering the secrets of automatons. With her mortal mind bound by the planes of 'reality' however it was impossible. Her dedication caught Hephastus' attention and he decided to help her out just a little bit and within 3 years of them meeting, Venus was born.
Veronica had named her daughter Venus after her now-deceased (so she thought) boyfriend's near-obsession with mythology.
The first 8 years of the girls life were dull. She had no friends and spent a lot of time 'helping' Veronica in her lab. She was smart enough and skilled enough to program a robot to do mundane tasks at age 10, and that's when the trouble started. She only had two close friends and they had both abandoned her when she started claiming the computers in school were talking to her.
A monster befriended Chance under the pretense that she too could hear the computers, and almost succeeded in killing the young child. Veronica had allowed Venus to bring her friend over after school on a Friday night. The next morning the woman had went to her lab to collect a few things so she could remain in the house with the children all day. When she returned her house was on fire and Chance was screaming and hurtling toward her as fast as she could, behind her ran a... deformed beast? Instincts taking over, Veronica had hustled her daughter into the parked vehicle and took on the monster, having no idea what she was up against. Pulling a pocket knife that had been a gift from Hephastus, she managed to get a lucky shot in, however it cost her life to do so. As the monster dissolved, she smiled at Venus and mouthed 'I love you' to her. Crying, Chance had scuttled to her mother's side and spent almost ten minutes begging her to get up. As sirens sped her way, she pocketed her mothers knife so they couldn't take the last piece of her mother.
For a year after the incident Chance said barely two words to anyone. All her mother's hard work had been sold off and Chance's story was shrugged off as a child's fantasy to cope with the situation. A year since her mother's death had come and gone when the girl, at almost 12 now, decided she was going to quit sulking and stop making people around her pity and feel bad for her.
She hopped from foster home to foster home, went school to school for another 6 months before she was found by a satyr. Two months after which she found herself on her way to Camp Half-Blood.
- To Camp:
- Her first year at Camp she spent memorizing and trying to understand everything from a godling's perspective. Upon realizing that these Gods did truly exist, she started going by her last name, in hopes that the Goddess she was named after wouldn't strike her down. In the middle of her second year, Chance got tired of borrowing weapons from the Camp or her fellow Campers. For two whole months she made frequent trips to Bunker 9 to make use of the forge. It took her a while to get used to her new weapon, but she loved it and even gave it a name. Over the next year and four months Chance trained relentlessly. If she wasn't busy doing the Camp activities, she would likely be found training and fighting the dummies with her weapon, striving to master it. Many new campers mistake her for Ares child at first, from the sheer strength and ferocity of her strikes.
- RP Example:
- Chance sprang out of her bunk. There were no Camp activities planned for today, so after breakfast she would be able to train. Maybe, if she was lucky, an Ares camper or two would be up for sparring. She quietly slipped her shoes on, as she had a bad habit of sleeping in her clothes from the day before, bundled some fresh clothes up and made her way to the showers.
After cleaning up and redressing, she went back to her cabin as her siblings were just stating to wake up. One particularly mouthy sister groaned "Great she's gonna beat up the Ares cabin again." To which the more awake cabinmates snickered, and Chance herself grinned and retorted "I always do!" Which sparked immediate squabbling and resulted in a cabinwide wrestling-slash-forging challenge after supper that evening. When the horn sounded for breakfast, the entire Hephastus cabin was ready, however when Chance called out "Race ya!" She flew out the door and flicked the lock. This action resulted in the cabin door getting cracked and several unsuspecting campers nearly getting trampled by a stream of irritable Cabin 9 members trying to catch up to their cheater of a sister.
Notes:
- Word Count:
- My roleplay post word cound varies on my partner. If they don't put effort in I'm likely to do the bare minimum. If they give me 3 paragraphs of shoddy work the same applies. I prefer quality over quantity. I know post length and whatnot are in your rules I just wanted to clarify I won't always be posting like my Sample.
- Personality:
- I generally have trouble staying focused on the personality section, so it jumps around a bit. I apologize for that.
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