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Post by moonwitch14 on Jul 22, 2011 12:21:11 GMT -5
I'm new and I read the audition thing and I want to create my own character so can I do that? and If I can can my goddes mom be hecate?
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Post by It's All Greek to Me on Jul 22, 2011 20:49:18 GMT -5
Yes. When applying for an original character you not only have to submit an audition but a list of facts and other such information about the character and their back story.
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Post by Haily on Jul 23, 2011 12:20:17 GMT -5
# Name; Haily La Rue # Species; Demigod # Heritage; Greek # Parent; Ms. La Rue # Godly Parent; Ares # Step-Mother; none # Siblings; Clarisse La Rue # Step Brother; none # Best Friend; Connor and Travis Stoll # Age; 15 # Affiliations; Camp Half Blood # Cabin; 9 # Notable Habits; She chews on her fingernails or rubs her nose when she's nervous, lying, or trying to be nonchalant # Magical Item(s); Anklet that gives her a field like armour [can be broken if hit enough] from Aphrodite # Flaw(s); Desire to prove herself; She's short, skinny and a bit weak, so she fights hard to prove herself as a worthy addition to Ares Cabin. # Powers; small control over fear [like Phobos, but not as good.]
Haily flew back on her ass, skidding a bit across the floor of the training room. Her brother stood across the room, a huge grin on his face. "Maybe you should change your last name," he laughed angrily. "You're nothing like Clarisse." She bit back tears as she stood back up, picking up her sword as she walked back to him. "Shut up," she muttered, swinging her sword over her head, but he blocked it again with his spear, smacking her back.
This time she landed on her feet, sliding back then charging forward, swinging at him with more momentum. He was caught a bit off guard, and he narrowly dodged her blade, smirking. He smacked her in the side of his head with his spear and she slumped over, dizzy. She sat up slowly, to see him walking off, shaking his head. "Go back home, kid. You aren't fit to be a kid of Ares."
She stood, throwing her sword down and stalked out of the room, tears in her eyes. He was right, and she knew it. Everyone knew it. That's why they all seemed to pick on her. Being the new kid was never easy, but being the new kid of the god that everyone hated that was just weak enough for everyone to beat up was an entirely different thing. She stalked through the forest, going to the lake. Maybe she'd drown herself, save Clarisse the shame of being related to the Lame La Rue.
Instead she just sat on the waters edge, tears staining her face. She didn't know why she was so weak, compared to all her siblings, she had more desire for the strength and skills than they did, she knew she'd appreciate it more. She heard someone walking up behind her and she jumped up, turning around. Clarisse stood in the clearing, her stature calm, sympathy, for once, in her features, instead of anger. She looked at Haily, walking over and silently sitting on the waters edge.
Haily sat back down, looking warily at Clarisse, who had leaned back on her elbows, looking up at the clear sky. "I heard Alex kicked your ass." Haily looked down, crossing her legs and setting her elbows on her knees. "That's so not why you came to talk to me," she whispered. Clarisse nodded. "Your right, its not." She looked over at Haily. "I came here to tell you not to give up. You think I've always been the cabin leader?" Clarisse laughed. "I fought, struggled, and climbed my way to the top. Dad still doesn't think I have what it takes." She shrugged. "Maybe he's right. But it doesn't matter, because I know who I am, and what I'm capable of, and if I can do it, so can you. Because you have the same mom and dad I do." Clarisse stood up, her expression fierce, dark and strong. "So you better start living up to the La Rue name, girl." And with that she walked off, leaving Haily a little empowered, and still sad.
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Post by It's All Greek to Me on Jul 23, 2011 20:14:03 GMT -5
After reviewing your audition I'd like to welcome you into the group. You're board will be set up shortly.
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Post by bbbitsy on Jul 27, 2011 2:06:19 GMT -5
# Name; Ryann Olivia Sofia Elliott # Species; Demi-God # Heritage; Greek, European # Parent; James Elliott # Godly Parent; Nemesis # Step-Mother; Julia Elliott # Siblings; Marco Elliott # Step Sibling; N/A # Best Friend; Syrena Nelson (Hebe) # Age; 15 (October 29, 1995 # Affiliations; Camp Half-Blood # Cabin; #16 # Notable Habits; She is usually cold. Almost everywhere she goes, she has her iPod listening to classical music. She has a weird way of fumbling with her ring when nervous. # Magical Item(s); A ring with a scale that can make any type of creature have a moment of bad luck, a bracelet that you hit and it turns into a shield. # Flaw(s); She doesn’t have a heart for hurting other people. She always thinks about the worst things that could happen for everything. She has seen a lot of things she shouldn’t have seen leaving her scarred. # Powers; Is able to think of the best ways to get revenge in a split-second. She is veeery good at all types of karate. She is a very skilled fighter.
“Ryan Olivia Sophie Elliot. I cannot believe you would do this… AGAIN. Me and your father are very worried about you. How do you do this every single year? You know, when I was your age….”
After that I just zoned out. You see, my step-mom is always going on about how I am always getting myself kicked out of schools, failing classes, and getting sent the principal’s office. It really is a shame she doesn’t know the reasons of these problems. Only my father knows. I warned him never to tell Julia or else… well… my mother is the goddess of revenge and balance so he caught on pretty quick.
After pretending to listen to Julia go on about how she was just “the perfect child” and how “if I ever got lower than an A- my parents would punish me for weeks”, I got bored and walked to my room. This always annoys Julia, but I really don’t care. She deserves to be annoyed after all the crap she has been giving me lately. She thinks that now that she has a ring and a contract with my father that she can boss me around.
That doesn’t fly with me.
Thankfully today was the last day of school and tomorrow I would be on my to the greatest, nicest, best pace in the whole entire world. What is this place? This place is Camp Half-Blood. Camp Half-Blood, where no evil step-mothers exist and instead of waking up and willing myself to even put on my shoes, waking up, picking up my knife and training all day. No nagging, no yelling. Just fighting. Pretending that the dummy I am quickly shredding to pieces is all of the annoying little brats at my school getting a taste of their own medicine.
On that happy thought, I started packing up clothes.
I didn't have much so it didn't take me long.... Just 9 more hours and I would be home free for a summer. What a great thought to start a torturous day of school. Sigh.
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Post by It's All Greek to Me on Jul 28, 2011 15:35:24 GMT -5
After reviewing your audition I'd like to welcome you into the RPG. You're board will be set up soon.
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Post by moonwitch14 on Jul 29, 2011 13:43:22 GMT -5
Name:Elizabeth Anne Stevens Species:Demigod Heritage:American,Greek Parent: Jacob Stevens Godly Parent: Hecate Step-Mother:Lisa Stevens Siblings:Maria Anne Stevens (age:1) Step Sister:Trista and Ashley Stevens Best Friend:Emily Hawthorn Age:14 Affiliations: (what does that mean?) Cabin:20 Notable Habits:plays with string when bored(finger knitting) Magical Item(s): A silver Crescent moon and Pentagram necklace (CANNOT be broken except by owner purposely) gives of a protection field around her and her allies/friends when in danger. Flaw(s): protects friends and family no matter what and has a VERY BAD temper. Powers: can talk to spirits,witchcraft (duh!) when I woke up, everything was so...weird. First I find myself looking at some half horse half human thing. then as what almost looks like a normal girl in a green dress with her hair braided passes me, I see her morphing into a tree! but before I could even utter a word I black out. (end) okay I know it's short but I can't think any more than that if you need more then please tell me! this is the best I can Do. oh and Could I start my own little story thing here?
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Post by It's All Greek to Me on Jul 29, 2011 22:12:06 GMT -5
I am sorry, but after reviewing your audition we must decline. Auditions must be three to six paragraphs long. The writing must remain so at all times. You are free to try again, but please keep that in mind.
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Post by moonwitch14 on Aug 1, 2011 8:33:47 GMT -5
ok so I sent my profile and everything but if I need to do somthing more than can you please tell me. what did I mess up on? can I still fix it? and I want to change my username to my characters name how do I do that?
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Post by It's All Greek to Me on Aug 1, 2011 11:48:59 GMT -5
You have resubmit an audition because it did not meet the standards of being 3-6 paragraphs. Our role-players are multi-para and novella role-players which means this bar cannot be lowered.
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Post by muchylorne on Aug 6, 2011 4:25:38 GMT -5
Hi there! I'm brand new to this forum, although I have role played on a number of other sites before. Quick Question, do we have to have our own character first before we audition to be a God? I'd like to audition for Hermes but don't want ot get ahead of myself if I need to create a Demi God character first.
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Post by It's All Greek to Me on Aug 6, 2011 10:13:24 GMT -5
No, you can start out as a God if that's what you're aiming for.
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Post by timespawn on Aug 31, 2011 20:58:19 GMT -5
Backstory; Troy, it was a true horror in itself. The two realms intermingled as they always did in those ancient times. It all started with the Trial of Paris. Eris the Goddess of Strife, she started all conflicts over history. What most people are ignorant to was that Troy was the first true world war. Followed by the war in 1914 and then the war in 1939. So there were indeed three world wars. It was prophisized that World War III would be the end of the world. No it was only the harold of the end of the world. Troy was a war of the gods as well as man. After all was said and done, many a great evil was dispersed throughout the world. This gave way to many well known mythological stories. The more specifics would be the Norse Gods, who were based on the Greecian Demigods who migrated north and created their own pagan beleifs. The evils left behind by Troy ravaged the world and the brass used to make Godly weapons is near extinction. The brass in the tounge of the gods is called Pandora. Mighty Zeus ordered an urn to be made out of the ore. This is where the mythical object known as Pandora's Jar or box comes from. The evils were placed in this box. But the gods were unknown of an independent evil still lingering. The pieces of Kronos were slowly crawling out of the pit of Tartarus. Forming in what would later be known as Memphis, Tennesse. In the year 1939 the pieces were able to form a human shape and conciousness, without a piece of the brain. A woman was encountered by this empty shell of Kronos. They mated and had a boy. He had no name as of yet. The Gods took notice and ripped the body into pieces and cast it down into Tartarus. The Urn of Pandora was cracking. The chaos that had been created with the Atomic bomb was making its way into the jar breaking it. The gods knew two things, they would need a champion and they would have to fight Kronos once more. In an entirely new war. The boy's name was Troy and the Gods placed the evils inside of him. They made him their most powerful ally and their greatest enemy. When the boy turned fourteen he was placed in a stasis in the palace of Atlantis. For fifty seven years they kept poor Troy in stasis. `He awoke in Florida amnesmatic, and the feeling of chaos that should have been dominating his personality was gone. All of the forces he Absorbed from Pandora's jar were gone. Released into who knows what. But Troy knows one thing... He will be there to stop it if it manifests into someone or something else. # Name; Troy Denningrad # Species; Human/Demi-god # Heritage; German # Parent; Ms. Denningrad # Godly Parent; Kronos # Step-Mother; Rhea # Siblings; None. # Step Brother;None. # Best Friend;Does not remember # Age; 71 (Chronologically) 14 (Physically) # Affiliations; None # Cabin;None # Notable Habits; snaps his fingers when nervous, chews fingernails. # Magical Item(s); None # Flaw(s); Pride. Vanity. # Powers; Small visions of possible futures. Able to boost the growth of plants. Presumably control over vines, due to Kronos being the Titan of the Harvest. Roleplay Sample; "Gorgons?"
Troy was rather confused, he found it odd to speak to these three women with his eyes closed. He had no way to defend himself. He felt their fingers glide across his body. He knew this was their way to try and goad him into opening his eyes. Time seemed to hault, there was a vision in his mind. It was flash of light, rather hazy, but it was him running. He moved his leg and he felt a rock. The vision was over and he bent down and picked up the said rock. It was sharp. Good...
He could feel their breathing gliding across his skin. He pinpointed where their eyes were. In a fast motion he picked up the rock and slashed their eyes, at the points he had designated in his mind. He opened his ice blue eyes and looked down. He was completely accurate. He ran around and booked it. The cliff he had forseen was right there. He turned to see the Gorgons shrieking and turning their hands in his direction. The cursed him, and he jumped into the water below. The moment he hit the water he fell unconscious.
He awoke on a beach. He gripped the sand in his hands, it was this that made him stand up. Was this Long Island? He wandered groggily. He was walking in a zig zag pattern. He knew that this spell of consciousness would not last him long. He had to find some sort of shelter before then. He wondered up a hill and noticed to Greek pillars, and read 'Camp Half-Blood.' It was here he collapsed. The only thing left now was to dream.
He was floating in darkness, two clammy hands were on both sides of him. A cackling voice goaded him. It said things about Pandora, and the box. The Trojan war. Whatever it was, it was extremely powerful. And very ancient. He was being taunted over and over again with the words, 'My son.' He awoke in a flash, and the only word he could muster was, "Father?" Above his head was a floating scythe.
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Post by It's All Greek to Me on Sept 1, 2011 0:12:26 GMT -5
The audition for Taylor checks out. I'll have your board set up shortly and you'll be free to get settled.
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Violet Nevina
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Post by Violet Nevina on Sept 20, 2011 21:34:22 GMT -5
# Name; Violet Nevina #gender; female # Species; demi-god # Heritage; irish # Parent;mother-janet # Godly Parent; father-Dionysus # Siblings; none # Step/half siblings; Pollux and Castor # Best Friend; katie from demeter cabin # Age; 15 #height; 5'4 # Affiliations; camp half-blood, olympians # Cabin; 12 # Notable Habits; zones people out and always caries candy with her # Magical Item(s); a silver perfume dimond shaped bottle that when she sprays it in her mouth she's able to mimic anyone she's ever heard. (gifted by dionysus) # fear; darkness # Flaw(s); lack of trust in other people # Powers:can control grapes and strawberry plants, can grow vines and use them for various things like grapples or restraints, like her father, but not as powerful. she can also put an illusion into the minds of her enemies, and can cause them to go insane, but only on a temporary scale, also she can cure someone who's deemed "crazy" or mentally unstable, but this makes herfataly weak after. I live in Las Vegas, yes I know sin city, with my mom Janet. She’s a waitress, but she keeps a job as well as I keep a school. Somehow drama always follows me. One minute I’m an innocent bystander, someone walks up and within 20 minutes I’m expelled. My fastest record is lasting 3 months in a school, not that I’m…that proud of it. The only thing is that I wish we could leave Vegas it always reeks of the drunken idiot tourists, but mom insists this is the safest place on earth, though statistics prove otherwise, other than with my father who by the way abandoned us when I was 7 months old. I can never hate him though because mom never talks about him and when she does all she says is how dazzling he was. I tried telling her it’s just the city lights, but she insists he was so wonderful. How wonderful can a guy u meet at a casino be? I also don’t hate him cause I know that will get me nowhere but I would like to give him one good punch in the face for me and another where the sun don’t shine for her. but it is what it is he's a God so none of this will ever happen. Every morning I look in the mirror and sadly I don’t see my mom, I see what he resembles in a females body. My mom has gorgeous short striate Cherry red hair and tan skin, along with vivid emerald eyes and a few freckles and a dimple on her left side. She’s slender but strong and sadly a little acne, but make-up now a day’s does wonders for covering up blemishes like that. If you’re wondering yes she is a typical Irish so all in all she’s a beauty unlike me. My hair is black, long, unmanageable, and curly. I’m pale no matter how much sun bathing I do. I look nothing like an Irish girl I look more like a poltergeist that belongs in a haunted house. some people tell me i'm pretty but i don't see it i mean i'm ok. I like my eyes because they are unique; I mean how many people have naturally purple eyes. No freckles no dimples and thank goodness no blemishes. The most I try and control my hair is a low pony-tail and even that is an epic fail because my bangs always get in my face. One thing you should know about my mom is she’s a little unorthodox. I get my personality from her which I haven’t decided is good or bad yet. Like teaching me to swim means kicking me into a nearby pool when telling me we were going to the movies and while I’m splashing for my life she sits down and watches me. Another time was leaving for 2 months to see how my “survival skills” were. Of course I passed all her little tests and convinced myself if I was in any REAL danger she’d help, but once again I can’t help but wonder. Through it all I love her more than anyone in this world, and losing her would kill me inside. my first year was crazy. i came on the same day as Percy so i kind of fadded into the background except for when i was claimed and put with cabin 12. Being the only girl has it's perks. Read more: www.itsallgreektomerpg.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=auditions&action=display&thread=21&page=2#ixzz1YYBi8Smf
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