Danaë Calista~~ Camp Half Blood

[Kira]

Name: Danaë "Dani" Calista
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Olympian Parent: Minor
Minor God and Goddess Parents: Eris
Power:

She has the ability to cause more havoc than most, and tends to be very... Overwhelming in the area of pranks and jokes, most times going way too far. She is highly uncanny at doing the wrong place, right time thing. She loves apples, and usually has one in her pocket or bag to munch on. (Knowing that is the symbol/weapon for her ma)

Description:

She will usually wear normal trends, never tight jeans, but always jeans, and is waaaaaay to skinny for her own good. Not so skinny that her hips and ribs show through the skin, but when she stretches you can definitely see her ribs. Her hair will go lank when she gets depressed and her eyes not as icy as usual, and she will dress in grays and blacks, not really caring about how she looks while in the depressed state. (Usually when not invited to something) When being the mischievous prankster that she is she will dress in flashier colors, giving her away most of the time. She wears eyeliner and lip-gloss only, not bothering with everything else, not even her nails. She keeps them longer, but never painted, and always well shaped. She wears two pieces of jewelry, one a small golden ring with a tiny heart that fit her pinkie, and a gold chained golden apple from her ma, a thing she is very proud of and never takes off, unless to clean it and make it all shiny.

Play-by: Michelle Trachtenberg
History:

She was usually the quiet kid in her classes, choosing to watch the others and not draw attention to herself so that when she finally left the school, her leaving... Present, wouldn't be known as hers until the very last moment. She had the same 'ailments' as the other kids who were born like her, but suffered through them to the best of her ability. She got C-'s at her best, more so than others, and had very little friends, choosing to distance herself from others because they all made her feel uncomfortable.

Her life at home was always pretty simple. Her father made just enough money to keep then well homed and well fed, but not well enough that she would gain weight. He never took her to a doctor to diagnose her ADHD and Dyslexia, always telling her that she would get over it in time, all kids get it, it’s all part of being one. She was unusually secluded when he was home, which worried him at times but mostly he let her keep to herself, until she started coming home from school with bruises.

The first day it happened he freaked, wanting to know who he needed to go and kill to protect his precious child, for he loved her very much, knowing who her mother was. She told him that she took care of it, and she did. This is when she started to go overboard with her pranks and jokes, starting out small, and then gaining in momentum like an avalanche. She was soon being able to do her pranks with little effort and even less remorse.

When in sixth grade, in her history class on the Ancient Civilizations studies she found that she had a very enthusiastic view on all things Greek, drinking up the information as if it was the nectar of the gods itself. She loved the stuff! And amazed her teachers and her da by getting an A in the section, her first one in school ever. A little after they finished that unit her grade in the class started to go downhill once more, much to the disappointment of her da and teachers.

On the day of her thirteenth birthday, she had a small calibration with her da and herself, not willing to invite her acquaintances for this one feeling this one was going to be special, just, a small tick in the back of her skull that had her bouncing out of her seat and even more ADHD than normal the day before. On the day of, she had a small chocolate cake that she split half and half with her father, and just before she opened the presents he had gotten for her, and the few presents from her grandparents on his side, a small golden apple on a golden chain appeared, hanging in mid air between the pair, much to her surprise and her father’s glee. It was then that he told her of her mother, someone she had never bothered asking about not being curious enough about, and knowing that someday, someday her da would tell her. That day had come.

Knowing who her mother was, and knowing now, about the camp that her kind went to during the summer, she enthusiastically placed the necklace ‘round her neck and hasn’t taken it off since. About half a year later she and her da moved to NY, making their way from Nebraska. By the time she was 14 they were settled and she had made her first summer trip to the camp, and had one of the best times of her life.

The winter before her 15th birthday she and her da went out for the break, and she ended up making her way to the camp when he was killed by a fury, she just barley escaping its wrath. Since then she’s been kinda stuck…

Personality:

She is very quiet, and always observant, looking for the best place to put a prank or joke, and never leaving the subject in her mind. When she gets distracted enough she can be talkative or a flirt, but tends to look more for the weakness than anything else. She has always gone for the guys who were the ‘bad boy’ type, but gets bored with boys in general easily. Girls bore her even more and she just can’t seem to agree with them, usually on who looks better in what. When you gain her friendship, and I mean friendship not just talking to her, she will be loyal to you as long as you keep her trust, but after the first initial trust is broken, no matter what the cause, she will become like her mother and wreak havoc, discord, and strife. Her anger is much like that of a wind storm, blowing this way and that never focused on one focal point, always on many. She can anger easily when frustrated or frazzled, which happens most times around those who are Ares’ children, though she does find it much easier to control herself with her hot-headed cousins being so wild-tempered. When rejected, by male, female, young, old, or anywhere in-between she will go a little into depression for one to a few days, but then get over it, though it truly hurts her most times. It is always the worst when it comes to someone she looks up to, and she holds a grudge for a long arse time. She is pissed at her da for dying on her, even though she knows it wasn’t his fault, and has decided if she ever sees him again, wither as a spirit or something else, she will give him her best tongue lashing.

Role-Playing Sample:

Done with Twilightstar!

Rules Password:

Colorful

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