Post by caliber on Jan 22, 2011 20:43:06 GMT -5
[/font]AriadneJayeHawkins!?
[/center]Hey! I go by Caliber. I am seventeen and I'm loving it. I have been roleplaying for four years and I don't plan on stopping any time soon. I have only Ari so far on this site and I think they're pretty amazing! If you want to contact me you can by PM or chatbox.
Name: Ariadne Jaye Hawkins
Nickname: Ari
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Member Group: Demigod Junior, daughter of Athena.
Appearance: Ariadne is not exactly tall at around 5’7”, but she has a slightly curvy, athletic build. She is in good shape from doing many kinds of sports, from Frisbee to soccer, and she can kick your butt if you give her reason to. She has slightly curly caramel hair that falls a short way past her shoulders and is sun-bleached with natural steaks of blond. Her eyes are a dark chocolate brown that most times hold the expression of a smile.
Normally, she wears simple clothes, usually just a t-shirt and jeans with a sweatshirt or hoodie, or athletic gear when playing sports. Sometimes however, she likes to dress up in dresses and skirts, but this is a fairly rare occurrence. She normally wears her hair down or in a ponytail, and uses a minimal amount of makeup.
Personality: Ariadne is a fairly complex individual. What she lacks in height, she certainly makes up for in personality. Most of the time, she is fun loving, cheerful, and in a general good humor. She loves a good joke, and when she’s not laughing at one she is usually telling one. She is charismatic and has good people skills, and this makes her pretty social. She is clever and good at solving problems. Her intelligence she definitely gets from her mother, because she definitely excels in academics. Sometimes, she can act very wry, sarcastic and dry, but that’s usually only when she is stressed or upset. She is very just and has a strong sense of right and wrong, though this sometimes seems juvenile. In some situations, she can seem downright naïve, and it is apparent that she is still somewhat of a child.
Though she is definitely up for parties, she is not much of a drinker or a one-night-stander. She likes to have fun, but she is responsible and normally pretty chaste. Once in a while, she will indulge in drinking, but not to a great extent.
Being born and raised in England, Ariadne has a distinct British accent and mannerisms. She is often annoyed when people call her favorite sport ‘soccer’ instead of ‘football.’
Likes: Puzzles, soccer, boys, friends, a challenge
Dislikes: Mean people, heights, scary movies, too much alcohol, failure
Mother: Athena
Father: Joseph Hawkins, 37, architect
Siblings: None
Pets: None
History: Ariadne’s father caught Athena’s eye because he was a very smart and creative individual – one who loved architecture, nonetheless. Athena truly did love Joseph Hawkins, but of course it was impossible for them to stay together. However, before they separated Ariadne was born. Knowing he would never see Athena again, he named his daughter Ariadne in order to always remember the Greek Goddess who once loved him, and in the hope that his daughter would be as smart and talented as the Greek heroine who helped Theseus escape from the Minotaur’s maze.
True to his wishes, Ariadne inherited much of her mother’s wisdom. She was a very intelligent child, and an almost uncannily quick learner. Growing up in Lancaster, she attended the local schools until her high school sophomore year. Always the adventurous one, she asked her father if she could to go the United States and attend school there, for the experience and because she had found a school that let demigods and normal humans study together. He agreed, and so Ari came to Richmond High School for her junior year.
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Roleplay Post
"This is completely ridiculous."
Artemis stared at the gray eyes of her reflection in the mirror. The woman staring back at her was dressed in a silver halter-top dress that fell slightly past her knees. The bodice was tight around her torso, but at her waist it fell around her legs in luxurious folds. The ragged handkerchief hem had blue and teal-green flowers spangled across the left side. The color of the dress matched her eyes, and her hair was coralled with a silver comb in an elaborate up-do - a deviation from her normal ponytail. The only makeup she wore was eyeliner and little bit of glittery teal eye shadow.
With a sigh, Artemis's eyebrows contracted in a frown. She hated dressing up, almost as much as she hated going to a ballroom to mingle with tons of other kids her age. But it was required, and it was sort of the first official outing with her guardian.
She thought briefly of Pandemonium, and then wondered what he was going to do. She grinned widely. Oh, it would be very much worth it to go to this feast/ceremony just to see him squirm. He was the most antisocial, antagonistic, awkward individual she had ever encountered, and she was positive that he would rather stab his eyes with needles than go to this ceremony.
As if on cue, she felt a slight prickling on the back of her neck and the hair stood up on her arms. Whirling around, she looked out of the doorway of the bathroom to see someone standing in her room. He was tall and burly, but also handsome in a gruff type of way. He wore a heavy scowl, a black dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up the the elbow and the first two buttons unbuttoned, and dark jeans that were slightly torn but probably better than any other pairs of his pants. His dark brown hair was messy, as usual, and his orange-gold eyes glared at her like the whole thing was her fault.
Artemis braced her fists on her hips and smirked. "Nice," she said cynically, "you look nearly presentable. I'm honestly surprised you're doing this. Does it hurt?"
Pan rolled his eyes. "Like you wouldn't believe," he said back just as snidely. He leaned against the wall by the door. "We should probably be down there by now, but it's not too late to not show up."
Artemis strode out of the bathroom and reached the door with an eye roll in Pandemonium's general direction, "Oh Pan, why deprive you of something I know you'll hate?"
Pan snarled. "I'm bigger than you," he threatened, but he followed her out of the room and she closed the door behind him. The two started off down the long hallway, Pan bad-naturedly trailing a half step behind Artemis.
Neither the dreamer nor the guardian said anything until they walked through the doors of the Grand Hall. Artemis stopped short and had to blink a couple of times to make an attempt at taking it all in. Everything was so elaborate and impressive, she felt exceedingly small in comparison. When she saw all of the people and guardians wandering around, she immediately become uncomfortable. "Kill me now," she muttered half to herself. Pan's silence was enough of an agreement.
Artemis stared at the gray eyes of her reflection in the mirror. The woman staring back at her was dressed in a silver halter-top dress that fell slightly past her knees. The bodice was tight around her torso, but at her waist it fell around her legs in luxurious folds. The ragged handkerchief hem had blue and teal-green flowers spangled across the left side. The color of the dress matched her eyes, and her hair was coralled with a silver comb in an elaborate up-do - a deviation from her normal ponytail. The only makeup she wore was eyeliner and little bit of glittery teal eye shadow.
With a sigh, Artemis's eyebrows contracted in a frown. She hated dressing up, almost as much as she hated going to a ballroom to mingle with tons of other kids her age. But it was required, and it was sort of the first official outing with her guardian.
She thought briefly of Pandemonium, and then wondered what he was going to do. She grinned widely. Oh, it would be very much worth it to go to this feast/ceremony just to see him squirm. He was the most antisocial, antagonistic, awkward individual she had ever encountered, and she was positive that he would rather stab his eyes with needles than go to this ceremony.
As if on cue, she felt a slight prickling on the back of her neck and the hair stood up on her arms. Whirling around, she looked out of the doorway of the bathroom to see someone standing in her room. He was tall and burly, but also handsome in a gruff type of way. He wore a heavy scowl, a black dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up the the elbow and the first two buttons unbuttoned, and dark jeans that were slightly torn but probably better than any other pairs of his pants. His dark brown hair was messy, as usual, and his orange-gold eyes glared at her like the whole thing was her fault.
Artemis braced her fists on her hips and smirked. "Nice," she said cynically, "you look nearly presentable. I'm honestly surprised you're doing this. Does it hurt?"
Pan rolled his eyes. "Like you wouldn't believe," he said back just as snidely. He leaned against the wall by the door. "We should probably be down there by now, but it's not too late to not show up."
Artemis strode out of the bathroom and reached the door with an eye roll in Pandemonium's general direction, "Oh Pan, why deprive you of something I know you'll hate?"
Pan snarled. "I'm bigger than you," he threatened, but he followed her out of the room and she closed the door behind him. The two started off down the long hallway, Pan bad-naturedly trailing a half step behind Artemis.
Neither the dreamer nor the guardian said anything until they walked through the doors of the Grand Hall. Artemis stopped short and had to blink a couple of times to make an attempt at taking it all in. Everything was so elaborate and impressive, she felt exceedingly small in comparison. When she saw all of the people and guardians wandering around, she immediately become uncomfortable. "Kill me now," she muttered half to herself. Pan's silence was enough of an agreement.
