DEROSIER, Aria Genevieve

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ARIAGENEVIEVEDEROSIER!?

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Hey! I go by Stellabelladellanutella or just Stella. I am 16 and I'm loving it. I have been roleplaying for years and I don't plan on stopping any time soon. I have this character on this site and I think they're pretty amazing! If you want to contact me you can by sending me pizza or a pm.

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Name: Aria Thalassa Derosier
Nickname: Blondy, Smiley, Sunny, Derosier
Age: Sixteen
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Member Group: Demigod. Junior. Daughter of Apollo.

Appearance:
Aria is described as pretty by others. She has blonde locks that end right over her shoulders. Aria has blue-green eyes. Sometimes, her eyes to appear a lighter shade of green but that's just the flicker of the light. She is said to be the spitting image of her mother. Her full lips are always in the shape of a wide smile. When she smiles, her dimples appear. Aria stands at 5'5" give or take. She has tanned skin because of the amount of time she spends out in the sun. She is slim and has a slightly athletic build. Aria isn't a fashionista of any sort. She'll mostly wear skinny jeans and a bright coloured tops. Aria's favourite type of shoes to wear is her sneakers.

Personality:
Despite the fact that she looks like her mother, Aria is quite the opposite. Aria is bright, bubbly and very outgoing. She loves to spend her time in the sun while her mother preferred the dark. She's highly happy and loves to smile. Aria is quite smart and bright. When she wants to clear her mind, she plays her piano. None of her maternal family were musically talented. Aria knew it had to be her father. She writes poetry in her spare time and sometimes composes music with her piano. Aria likes to make new friends.

The other side of Aria is something she got from her mother. Aria can be proud, arrogant and short-tempered. Anyone that ticks her off will most likely want to say their goodbyes while Aria digs up their graves. Aria's very stubborn but she's working on that. She can get easily frustrated when something doesn't go write. She can get very competitive and you don't want her as an opponent. Losing is like a stranger to her. One of her fatal flaws is being too trusting of others and sometimes not of herself. Some called her 'Smiley' since Aria loved to smile. Others called her 'Sunny' because Aria reminded them of the sun, hot and bright, or 'Blondy' for her hair. At times, people call her by her last name.

Likes:

• Music
  
• Sunny days
  
• Writing poetry
  
• Animals
  
• Winning
  
• Making friends
  
• Candy

Dislikes:

• Losing
  
• Obnoxious people
  
• Dishonesty
  
• High heels
  
• Spiders
  
• The dark
  
• Show offs

Mother: Elena Victoire Derosier, 38, Washed-Up Athlete [Deceased]
Father: Apollo, Ageless, God of Music, Poetry, Plague, Oracles, Sun, Medicine, Light and Knowledge.
Siblings: n/a
Pets: Ginger Cat - Nora [Given Away]
History:
Elena Derosier was a young and naive athlete in the beginning of making it to the Olympics. She was determined and was sure nothing was going to stand in the way of her winning a medal. That was until she met a young man who enchanted her with his charming personality. This young man turned out to be Apollo. Elena was in love. After a few days, Elena found out she was pregnant. Her chance of being an American Olympic participant was taken away from her and her dreams were shattered. Apollo was there for her and the baby but he left as fast as he came.

Aria grew up knowing little about her father. He had left only when she was a year old. Elena had turned to drinking when he left. It was only a matter of time before Aria's grandfather stepped in. Giorgio Derosier, 48 during that time, her French grandfather, acted more of a parent to Aria than Apollo or Elena. He raised her, taught her and loved her more than her own mother.

When Aria was 5, she attended the local primary school. She was excelled in her academic studies. At that age, she had discovered her own musical talents by stumbling upon an old piano. Her grandfather had noticed Aria's talent and had bought Aria her own piano. As she grew older, she grew more popular and discovered more of the abilities she had. What she noticed was that she felt stronger in the sun. She had questioned her mother about it. Her mother had revealed that Aria was the daughter of Apollo. Aria thought it was a joke but after hours of doubting, she finally accepted it. When she was only 13, her mother had died in an accident. Aria was saddened by it. Even if Elena didn't care about Aria and that Aria had to live with her grandfather, Elena was still Aria's mother.

Giorgio had known that Aria was the daughter of Apollo. He knew that she was different from the other children. But nevertheless, he had kept it to himself before he knew Aria was ready. He was surprised to know that Aria was told by her mother. Aria was sent to Richmond High School not long after.

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Roleplay Post
This was for my character at a Percy Jackson RP site ;D

This was just as bad as Aria thought. The whole 'being a demigod' thing. Yes, it was hard for her to believe that she was the daughter of Apollo. Plain, old Aria the daughter of the Greek God of Sun? She would've laughed endlessly at being called the daughter of a God if she hadn't actually met a satyr who took her to Camp Half Blood. What scared her was the fact that she had siblings. Well, technically, half-siblings. But they were still related to her by her father. Aria didn't have any siblings at all back then. In fact, she didn't actually know anyone that was related to her. But she wasn't used to being ignored at all. From what Aria could tell from her half-siblings, they probably didn't care about Aria. She had heard that many people come and go at Camp Half Blood. They probably thought she was just another kid who had abilities that they also had.

Her father would probably not care as well. Where has he been for all those nights where all she wanted was to know who her father was? To be hugged by her father when she needed him most? But a God wouldn't have enough time for another demigod. He may have hundreds of sons and daughters roaming around the world and Aria was just another one. Aria had a feeling he didn't even know she existed. Maybe he did. Maybe he didn't. For all Aria knows, she couldn't care less about her good-for-nothing father. She sat on the ground with her back resting on the tree, her fingers caressing the cover of her journal. Aria didn't want to write another poem or song. Apparently, writing poetry was something she had gotten from her father. All she wanted was to play music. Another thing she had gotten from Apollo. Her fingers longed for the touch of the cold, piano keys. There was probably no piano around in Camp Half Blood. Aria wasn't going to bother getting up to search for a piano.

After only a few days here, she'd probably get lost within a minute of searching. Her cabin might have something musical there. But they probably wouldn't appreciate the racket Aria would make with the piano. A mental image of her surrounded by other teenagers with bows and arrows in their hands sunk into her head. She didn't want to risk being shot with dozens of arrows because she was playing music. A sigh escaped her lips as she stood up with ease and pulled on the dress she wore. She cast a glance towards the sun, somehow feeling happier and stronger. That was another thing she got from Apollo.

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