Post by Amgine Delov on Jul 23, 2011 16:22:21 GMT -5
[/font]AMGINENATALIADELOV!?
[/center]Hey! I go by Atlanta(lanty). I am seventeen and I'm loving it. I have been roleplaying for tenyears and I don't plan on stopping any time soon. I have no other characters on this site and I think they're pretty amazing! If you want to contact me you can by PM or email.
Name: Amgine Natalia Delov
Nickname: None
Age: nineteen
Gender: female
Sexuality: straight
Playby: Michelle Trachtenberg
Member Group: Demigod. Senior. Asclepius.
Appearance: The first thing most people notice about Amgine is her eyes. Set above her high cheeks bones are two blue grey orbs. Her nose is a tad too long, giving her a mousy look at certain angles. Her lips are full and naturally pink. Naturally wavy mahogany tresses frame her face and fall just to her shoulder blades. Standing just a hair under 5' 7" Amgine is certainly tall, mostly due to her long legs. She's fragile looking, with a slender frame and willowy limbs, but quite strong, her body is lined with wiry, lean muscle, so make no mistake.
Personality: Very reserved and quiet, but don’t call her shy because she’ll be quick to inform you that she’s an introvert and that there’s a difference. People assume she's either stuck up or strange. If you actually talk to her though you'll find that she's extremely smart and can be quite sarcastic. She’s not mean, really, she does care about people, but Amgine doesn't trust people, mostly because it's instinct, which is why she keeps to herself, the less you're noticed, the less chance there is of being discovered.
Likes:
-Observing people
-Writing
-Reading
-Horses
-Helping others
-The color gray
-Listening to music
-Sarcasm
Dislikes:
-Being called shy
-Assumptions and people who assume things
-Judgemental people
-Her nose
-The color pink
-Anything overly girly
-Parties
-Crowds
Mother: Nadia Delov, 48, Vet/ Doctor
Father: Asclepius, ageless, God of healing and medicine
Siblings: none that she knows of
Pets: if any
History: When she turned 15, her whole world changed. She came home from school one day to find an almost unearthly looking man talking to her mother. He turned to look at her and smile, his eyes the same blue gray as hers, the same dimples in his cheeks and then she ran. She had only asked about her father once, and her mother had only smiled sadly and said “You have his hands, little one, they are meant to heal” and then she never asked again, afraid to make her mother upset. She didn’t really care to know about him, he had left her, why should she want a man who didn’t want her in return? She came home at daybreak and found her suitcases in the hall, then she found her mother in the kitchen, sobbing. Amgine, afraid and confused, wandered over to her mother and put her wiry arms around her, “Mama, please don’t cry, I’m here see, I didn’t leave forever!” This only made her mother cry harder. She turned to her daughter and took her hands and whispered in a low, fierce voice “You have something special, little one, something very, very special. Remember that your hands are for healing those who need it” Amgine could only nod, confusion tearing at her brain. That night they came and took her away.
She kept asking what was going on. She asked in the car, on the plane and even when they landed at the airport, and all they said was that everything would make sense soon. They lied. It didn’t make sense, even when they took her to Richmond and she spoke with the Dean…he explained who her father was and why she was here, but she just laughed. Why should she believe these crack pots who were telling her she was a daughter of a greek god and that she had powers? The confusion of the situation festered in her mind for a long time, and eventually grew into anger. She was resistant to what they were teaching her at first, guarded. She would lash out and shut down. Eventually though she came around to the teachings and came to thoroughly enjoy her time at the school, but her guard didn’t falter and hasn’t since. She’s terrified that she’ll be ripped away from something she loves again.
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Roleplay Post
It was fall now and the leaves were just starting to turn, their skins changing from the lush green to brilliant hues of warm cinnamon reds and rusty orange. The temperature had dropped and a welcomed chill had entered the air. It was a beautiful morning, and sadly, Amgine had to admire its beauty from the confines of a sickly pale green classroom. She cursed herself internally for choosing today to start school.
She was a senior and had missed the first quarter of school due to the fact she had just moved here and wanted to get settled in. It wasn’t like she had to go to school, what with her dads’ body cooling down six feet under and her mother long gone; she didn’t really have anyone to make her. That’s the thing though, she wanted to go to school, and she loved to learn. Not that she was a brainiac or anything, she just liked books, and art, and even math, but she hated history. As luck would have it, she had European History first period, and try as she might she just couldn’t focus on what the teacher was saying . . . hell she couldn’t even remember the teachers name. The equine shifter sighed and shook her foot; she was feeling restless and needed to get outside soon. Her grey blue eyes darted anxiously to the clock, one more minute of this torture and then she was off to . . . she looked at her schedule. Ah, Creative Writing, her favorite class.
Amgine sighed with relief as the bell rang and stood, gathering her books, not bothering to put them in her backpack. She stumbled out into the hallway, cradling her books with one arm, the other was pulling on her backpacks shoulder strap, adjusting it so it rested comfortably. She felt eyes on her; she was the new girl after all. She noticed the students looking at her, either glaring at her or appraising her, she didn’t like it, and so she cast her eyes downward, staring at her grey converse as they played peek a boo behind her blue jeans. Something made her jump, a hand had come down sharply on her bottom, and a male voice reached her ears “Nice ass bitch.” She looked to see who the hand was attached to. It was a beefy looking jock with a lusty leer on his face. She stopped in her tracks and looked him in the eye, raising on eyebrow
”I’m sorry, but I’m pretty sure that was an oxymoronic statement, and I’m also pretty sure you need to remove your hand from my ‘nice ass’ or you’ll really see me turn into a bitch”
Her voice was hard and her face was a mask of seriousness. She waited for him to remove his hand, counting to three and breathing deeply. Did he listen? No, he simply gave her ass a hard squeeze and grinned at her “Did you just call me a moron, you little cunt?” an amused chuckle passed her lips as she shook her head.
”I didn’t have to apparently . . . but my guess is your mother never taught you manners. . .but I’ll give you two choices, either you remove your hand from my ass or I will. . .and trust me, you don’t want that. Three seconds to decide.”
She held up three fingers, ticking them off as she counted,
”Three . . . Two . . .”
She was a senior and had missed the first quarter of school due to the fact she had just moved here and wanted to get settled in. It wasn’t like she had to go to school, what with her dads’ body cooling down six feet under and her mother long gone; she didn’t really have anyone to make her. That’s the thing though, she wanted to go to school, and she loved to learn. Not that she was a brainiac or anything, she just liked books, and art, and even math, but she hated history. As luck would have it, she had European History first period, and try as she might she just couldn’t focus on what the teacher was saying . . . hell she couldn’t even remember the teachers name. The equine shifter sighed and shook her foot; she was feeling restless and needed to get outside soon. Her grey blue eyes darted anxiously to the clock, one more minute of this torture and then she was off to . . . she looked at her schedule. Ah, Creative Writing, her favorite class.
Amgine sighed with relief as the bell rang and stood, gathering her books, not bothering to put them in her backpack. She stumbled out into the hallway, cradling her books with one arm, the other was pulling on her backpacks shoulder strap, adjusting it so it rested comfortably. She felt eyes on her; she was the new girl after all. She noticed the students looking at her, either glaring at her or appraising her, she didn’t like it, and so she cast her eyes downward, staring at her grey converse as they played peek a boo behind her blue jeans. Something made her jump, a hand had come down sharply on her bottom, and a male voice reached her ears “Nice ass bitch.” She looked to see who the hand was attached to. It was a beefy looking jock with a lusty leer on his face. She stopped in her tracks and looked him in the eye, raising on eyebrow
”I’m sorry, but I’m pretty sure that was an oxymoronic statement, and I’m also pretty sure you need to remove your hand from my ‘nice ass’ or you’ll really see me turn into a bitch”
Her voice was hard and her face was a mask of seriousness. She waited for him to remove his hand, counting to three and breathing deeply. Did he listen? No, he simply gave her ass a hard squeeze and grinned at her “Did you just call me a moron, you little cunt?” an amused chuckle passed her lips as she shook her head.
”I didn’t have to apparently . . . but my guess is your mother never taught you manners. . .but I’ll give you two choices, either you remove your hand from my ass or I will. . .and trust me, you don’t want that. Three seconds to decide.”
She held up three fingers, ticking them off as she counted,
”Three . . . Two . . .”
