Tinleigh~ Camp half blood

[tinleigh]

Name: Tinleigh Cross
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Olympian Parent: Athena
Minor God and Goddess Parents:
Power:

Tinleigh always has a plan, she is quick thinking and always knows what the wise choice is.

Description:

Play-by: Zoey Deschanel
History:

Tinleigh grew up in a little cottage on the North shore of the island with her father. Her father was an engineer so he worked a lot, but he loved Tinleigh very much and tried to be home as much as he could. When Tinleigh was 4 he got married to thi lady, a lady that was gorgeous, but stuck up and mean and didn''t know how to handle a child. And so she would yell a lot. When Tinleigh didn't do her homeowrk or put away the dishes or stayed up too late watching t.v., the yelling seemed to never stop. Her father never yelled at her, and her father never knew how much his wife yelled at her, or else he would have done something about it. but Tinleigh never told.

When Tinleigh was 4 her father had a baby with his new wife, a little baby girl, who he loved just as much, they named her Rileigh.
My Tinleigh's step-mother showed an obvious favoritism to her own daughter, and soon began to act as if Tinleigh didn't exist. She only fed her and barely clothed her. By age 5 Tinleigh knew how to take care of herself, even walked herself to the bus stop two blocks down.

Then when Tinleigh turned 10, a monster attacked them in their home, she wasn't sure what kind, she never got a good look, all she knew was that she pulled the sword that her father had hanging on the wall down, and she stabbed it instinctively in the chest. It went away in a puff of smoke.

But her step-mother blamed her for the attack, knowing what Tinleigh was now, even thought Tinleigh hadn't known herself. And of course, her step-mother yelled, told her that she was putting them all in danger, with emphasis on Rileigh.

So the next morning, Tinleigh packed her bag with everything dear to her and went to the bus stop, with the intention of never coming back home. It was there that a satyr found her and took her to camp.

She went bad to her little cottage every school year to be tortured by her step-mother and her father ignoring what was going on. The only person Tinleigh had at home who not only cared, but could do something about it, was Rileigh. For the two had grown to be true sisters, loving each other just as much as if they were full-blood related.

Personality:

Tinleigh is quick-witted and intelligent, she is brave and a true strategist. Around people that remind her of her step-mother, she treats them like she would like to treat that bitch. She doesn't back down, and will happily defeat them in a physical confrontation. She is strong, an has built an iron wall around her, vowing that know one will ever get to her like her step-mother does, and one day, her step-mother will learn her lesson.

But one the other side of things she is very kind-hearted, and protective of her cabin-mates, if not everyone at camp. One of the sayings she lives by is "If by my life, or my death i can protect you, i will" And many others saying such things. For nobility, bravery, and chivalry, are qualities that Tinleigh hold dear.

Role-Playing Sample:

This is something from another RP that I'm on:
Dayanara braided her hair into a nice, long, blonde, rope hanging down her back, stray pieces where sticking out of the front, but she really didn’t care for it to be perfect. She wore her bright orange Camp Half-Blood t-shirt and a pair of jean shorts. She bent down to tie her green, low-top, converse and then sat cross-legged on her bunk, utterly bored to death. Which was difficult to do at Camp Half-Blood considering there are so many things to do here. But Day’s problem wasn’t that none of those numerous things interested her, oh no, it was that she couldn’t decide which to pick. There were plenty of things that she wanted to do but…Swordplay or archery, rock climbing wall or go to the beach, take a walk through the woods or play a prank on one of her siblings. She continued to ponder this as she took in a deep breath through her nose, she took in the sweet, familiar scent of camp. It was the smell of sweat, strawberries, the fire that burned night and day, and the potential for crazy things to happen.

Reaching her hand up she began to finger the little silver cross around her neck, and she thought of her mother. She had been thinking about her a lot lately, but the was mostly because Amarilla was trying her hardest to get her only daughter out of camp, or this “godforsaken hellhole” as she called it. But of course her mother couldn’t act upon this because mortal lawyers kept on telling her that this camp doesn’t exist, and she herself was never able to find the border, let alone cross it. And even if she did find it, no one would invite her in (at Day’s urging and the fact that no one would really want to anyway).

Now she was really stuck and really desperate, she began to play eeny meeny miney moe with her fingers, as she desperately hoped someone would come in a help her decide.

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