EMBER, Sandra Coral

[Sandra Coral Ember]

SANDRACORALEMBER!?

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Hey! I go by Someone/Sammy. I am fourteen and I'm loving it. I have been roleplaying for two 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.

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Name: Sandra Coral Ember
Nickname: Sand, Sandy, Burn
Age: sixteen
Gender: female
Sexuality: straight
Playby: Willa Holland
Member Group: Demigod Sophomore, Daughter of Hephaestus

Appearance:

Sandra is a girl of average height who always manages to seem taller than she it. Her complexion is an olive tone, which matches her olive green eyes quite nicely. Her hair is long, brown, and wavy reaching her lower back during the rare times it's not up. Her hair is rarely down, normally up in a normal braid, but occasionally a french braid or a plain old ponytail. Her clothes are normally plain, and brown in color, other than her few pairs of jeans, and she has never worn makeup in her life. She could easily be called 'relatively pretty', but she doesn't seem to notice. She is remarkably strong, for a girl, and has had more than a few boys tell her she's far stronger than any girl should be.


Personality:

Sandra never has been, and never will be, little miss popular or even little miss polite. She is far closer to little miss know-it-all and little miss trouble. She tends to avoid people in general, given she doesn't quite understand how to deal with them, not that she would ever even admit that to herself. She's got fire to match the forge she loves to work in, and a tongue sharper than a sword. She is the first to point out flaws, and the last to give out praise. She doesn't, however, point of the really small things, given she doesn't find them worth mentioning, and because of that, she normally doesn't talk much at all. She's that silent, feisty girl you tend to avoid.

However, she's much deeper than that. if you bother to get to know her, it's quite clear her heart's in the right place, and while she may start fights, she doesn't really want anyone to get permanently injured. She loves any type of technology, let it be a sword, a gun, or a computer, and will take them apart and put them back together better in her spare time. She's quite smart, reading when ever she doesn't have something to disassemble, only really failing when it comes to spelling and grammar. She can solve advance math, she can lift more weight than a good portion of the male population, but she can't spell to save her life. It doesn't matter what language, she can't spell any word longer than seven letters, and sometimes not even that well. Grammar also escapes her in a similar manner.

Likes:

• Metal
  
• Fire
  
• Working
  
• Technology
  
• Being alone
  
• Dogs
  

Dislikes:

• Spelling
  
• Grammar
  
• People that think they're better than they are
  
• Having nothing to do
  
• Being around to many people at once
  
• Ants
  

Mother: Laura, 45, Business Woman
Father: Hephaestus, good question, god of technology
Siblings: None
Pets: A mutt named Dolly
History:

Sandra was born to a rich, single mother named Laura. She was never told who her father was, and she never really found a need for anyone but her mother. Her mother was good at what she did, but she always managed to find time for her daughter. Even amidst her hectic schedule, she made sure her daughter always knew that her mother would reserve so time for her, any time.And so it happened until Sandra turned ten. She had gone to a normal school, made no friends, socialized little, and still managed to excel. Her mother worried about her, but left her alone, given that was how she preferred it. Until, her tenth birthday. That was when her mother dropped the bomb on her. You see, for all her life, she wondered why her mother had never spoken about a religion, she would never even say she didn't have one. And on her tenth birthday, she found out why. Her mother finally informed her of her father's name. Hephaestus. Hephaestus, Sandra had been pretty sure, was a Greek god. She told her mother so, and her mother replied with "I know" She told her mother she was nuts, and her mother had expected that, and went on to explain how this was why she was so unnaturally good with guns, computers, and such. Why she loved them so much. She then continued with how her best friend, and only friend, who also turned out to be a demigod, was a daughter of Aura, which was why when she was mad, angry winds tended to start up. Her mother explained it so well, that by the end of their talk, Sandra knew her mother was right. And she was fine with that. In fact, her mother gave her the whole introduction. And from that day on, she didn't just not try to make friends, she avoided making them. Finally, with nothing else of interesting happening in her life, she reached highschool age, and, with a push from her mother, started going to this school.

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Roleplay Post

The silence was beautiful, almost as golden as the sound of metal sticking metal, as the crackle of fire in a forge, not that there where many of them any more. She inhaled deeply, breathing in the scents of a forest, one of which happened to be spread out at the foot of the hill she was sitting on, the shadows of pre-dawn darkening it's interior. Soon the sun would rise, and then the noise would start, chirping birds, the rushing squirrel, other humans. Or, maybe just humans. Not other humans. And of course, other demi-gods. A slight sigh escaped the girl's lips. If it wasn't for all things things to do back in her room, she could stay here forever. Here was one of the few places that she couldn't find anything to criticize. This was nature, and while that sure wasn't what she was best at, it was still flawless in it's own way.

If only she had brought a computer to disassemble. Then it would be perfect. But she didn't., and the sun would rise soon, then it would only be moments before boredom gripped her, yet even so, she'd still come here again tomorrow. She smiled faintly, pushing the only strand of hair not caught in her braid behind her ear as she stood up, as to better see the sunrise.

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a c c e p t e d (:

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