Post by Kira on Feb 22, 2010 0:06:38 GMT -5
Name: Aspen Cyrpress Birchly
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Olympian Parent: Other
Minor God and Goddess Parents: Dryad~~ Oak
Power:
History:
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Olympian Parent: Other
Minor God and Goddess Parents: Dryad~~ Oak
Power:
Specifically healing and plants, but the jumping through trees she has done her best to master, just because it is plain old fun to her. She likes using bows, but as of yet doesn't have one of her own.Description:
Play-by: Melina Kanakaredes
Her tightly curled hair would be long when straightened, and is a dark brown at her roots and a light sun kissed brown as highlights. Her eyes are a dark brown with moss green around the inside edge of her iris and a pale brown around the outside edge. Her outfits consist of tank-tops and long flowy skirts, a wooden bracelet with a lilly flower, an an amber and silver butterfly necklace. When she wears her hair up she usually has it tied back with a hair tie and a green ribbon. She will wear sandals or high heels and a thick leather belt with a lilly flower as the buckle.
History:
Born to an unknown dryad she was raised by her father in the Rocky Mountains of Colorado. Her father homeschooled her up to third grade when she was placed into a school in Estes Park because he had to get a job to sustain them, turning her life from wonderful to almost hell. She was always very quiet and shy around people, but specifically the boys who would make it their goal to get her to talk to them, most of the time though she would close up on herself and ignore them, seeing who she thought her mother would look like. You see, her father had told her that her mother showed up one day on his doorstep, and handed her off with her name, and a kiss on the cheek, nothing more and nothing less.Personality:
She would be made fun of by the other girls because of her exoticness, and that she looked almost nothing like her father except for the pale brown of her outer iris. Though most of the time it was the older girls in the town that would make fun of her for that, seeing as the younger ones couldn’t tell.
When she reached fifth grade she came home one day after a horrible day at school with a cut across her cheek and her pants torn, the belt hanging loosely in her hands to see a strange woman in her living room. She had an air of badness about her that made Aspens skin crawl, and the eyes that looked at her made her shiver with an unknown terror. Her father came into the room to see that his daughter was home, not noticing the cuts and tares all over her, and introduced the lady as his new fiancée, and her new almost step mother. She had given him a stunned look and shook her head, then walked to her room with its own little bathroom and mini first aid kit to take a look at her injuries. That was when she first found out about the healing that she could do, which scared the crap out of her that first time.
The next year, when she was in sixth grade, she was being picked on by some of the eighth graders in her school and slipped through a hole in the fields fence, making a run for the forest, the one place where she felt at home all the time, no matter when the harpy woman that was her new mother tried to come after her for a beating, for nothing really. Running away from the older boys who decided that she was pretty, and wanting to tease her enough to get her riled, she almost ran into one of the trees, expecting to feel the pain of bark on her face and the worse pain of a brand new cut healing she braced herself, but then figured out that she was still running, except she was two trees away from the one she almost ran into, and was heading towards another tree. With no time to stop she hit the bark, and faded through it to the other side. With a glance back she had seen that she had wound up two more trees away from the one she had just ran into! Thus was when she figured out how to move through trees.
A little after that event, when she turned the boys age, and was in the spring of her seventh grade year, she had been out on spring break wandering the woods and getting away from her step mother. It was while doing this that she not only met her real mother, but was claimed by the wandering tree spirit. The lady she had heard so much about came back while she was wandering several times and spent time with her daughter, and then when her week of bliss ended, made sure her father knew whos child she was by almost trapping him in one of her trees!
As soon as she turned seventeen she was assaulted by her step mother. Her father wouldn’t believe her and he seemed to have forgotten about the beautiful lady who had birthed his only child, which made her more upset. Having had enough of her ‘families’ crap she packed her bags and left late one winter evening, when the moon was full. Pausing in a clearing, she made a wish to the moon goddess that she make it safely to where ever she was headed, not knowing where really, she set out to find safety, and found herself half the country away in a forest that called to her deep in her bones. Of course, she had made her way to the boundaries of Camp Half Blood. Which is where she finds herself now, just outside.
She is always shy, yet angered easily, and when someone peaks her anger they had best watch out, for a tree is one of the strongest forces in nature, and of course, they have the deep roots to keep them grounded when angered. She always seems to be lost in thought about something, but she never knows what really, just thoughts she says when asked. She is very passionate when it comes to being someones friend, and will not shy away from boys as much as she had when she was younger, knowing that she can escape at any time she wants if there are trees around, which she always makes sure of. She is rather unsure of herself as a person, not knowing the name of her mother, just that she was a Dryad, and therefore has a low self confidence. She feels the need to find someone who can boot her self confidence up, but fears finding that (or those) friends. She has a great fear of death as well...Role-Playing Sample:
Done with Twilightstar.Rules Password:
Colorful
