Post by SisterGrimmErin on Jun 9, 2009 18:52:40 GMT -5
Name: Vanessa Calanthe Tanner.
Age: 16.
Parents: Apollo and Maria Tanner.
Allegiance: The gods.
Years at Camp Half-blood: 4.
Appearance: Pretty, in that sporty-girl-next-door-California-sun-kissed way. Tan, blonde, sporty. Sweet, wears white-blond hair in a single braid pinned firmly back from her face. Shorts and ribbed tank tops, but has lately taken to wearing baggier clothes and jeans. Always has bruises somewhere, even if she does not endure brutal beatings.
Personality: Submissive, to the point of being a doormat. Sweet, feels others' pain and sees the good in people to the point of it being too much. Believes too strongly in others. Loves too indiscriminately.
Likes: Her Apollo cabin-mates, especially Caspian Solberg, who has a not-so-brotherly love for her. Unfortunately, her abusive boyfriend Mar(s Maher). He leaves bruises, and there are a few scars and burn marks she conceals. Gets away with this by apologizing profusely afterwards and not doing it constantly, just little by little. Is an optimist.
Dislikes: Small children.
Strengths: Archery.
Weaknesses: Is submissive to others. Sees the good in people far too clearly.
Powers: Is a brilliant archer and has won several prizes for it in the mortal world. Enjoys climbing and other athletics.
Weapons: Has an ash-wood ivory-colored bow from her father, and several different kinds of arrows crafted by Hephaestus, and an ever-replenishing stock of plain arrows.
History: Had a lovely mother, who passed away when Vanessa was 13, leaving her to be raised by camp and comforted by Mar and unsuccessfully courted by the overly shy Caspian. Claimed by Apollo on the same day her mother died.
Roleplay Sample: "Hey, babe!" said Mar, smiling.
"Hey, Mar," she smiled. "What's up, honey?"
He gripped her wrist, not as tightly as he had in the past. "Your brother is annoying me."
"Which one?" she said. His grip tightened slightly, but not enough to crack bone.
"Caspian. What a jerk."
"He means well, Mar," said Vanessa.
"Not as well as I do," said Mar, wrapping his hands around her stomach, fingers trailing along the band of her jeans.
Age: 16.
Parents: Apollo and Maria Tanner.
Allegiance: The gods.
Years at Camp Half-blood: 4.
Appearance: Pretty, in that sporty-girl-next-door-California-sun-kissed way. Tan, blonde, sporty. Sweet, wears white-blond hair in a single braid pinned firmly back from her face. Shorts and ribbed tank tops, but has lately taken to wearing baggier clothes and jeans. Always has bruises somewhere, even if she does not endure brutal beatings.
Personality: Submissive, to the point of being a doormat. Sweet, feels others' pain and sees the good in people to the point of it being too much. Believes too strongly in others. Loves too indiscriminately.
Likes: Her Apollo cabin-mates, especially Caspian Solberg, who has a not-so-brotherly love for her. Unfortunately, her abusive boyfriend Mar(s Maher). He leaves bruises, and there are a few scars and burn marks she conceals. Gets away with this by apologizing profusely afterwards and not doing it constantly, just little by little. Is an optimist.
Dislikes: Small children.
Strengths: Archery.
Weaknesses: Is submissive to others. Sees the good in people far too clearly.
Powers: Is a brilliant archer and has won several prizes for it in the mortal world. Enjoys climbing and other athletics.
Weapons: Has an ash-wood ivory-colored bow from her father, and several different kinds of arrows crafted by Hephaestus, and an ever-replenishing stock of plain arrows.
History: Had a lovely mother, who passed away when Vanessa was 13, leaving her to be raised by camp and comforted by Mar and unsuccessfully courted by the overly shy Caspian. Claimed by Apollo on the same day her mother died.
Roleplay Sample: "Hey, babe!" said Mar, smiling.
"Hey, Mar," she smiled. "What's up, honey?"
He gripped her wrist, not as tightly as he had in the past. "Your brother is annoying me."
"Which one?" she said. His grip tightened slightly, but not enough to crack bone.
"Caspian. What a jerk."
"He means well, Mar," said Vanessa.
"Not as well as I do," said Mar, wrapping his hands around her stomach, fingers trailing along the band of her jeans.