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♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

Astrid Larsen, Daughter of Khione

_{"If you need to ask yourself if you should be worried, remember: the calm comes before the rage."}

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___________________________________ N A M E Astrid Livanna Larsen Ice Queen - She’s got a bit of a rep A G E June 21st, 18 G E N D E R Cis Female S E X U A L I T Y Bisexual - no lean and always looking ;) P L A C E O F O R I G I N Valley of Odin, Norway N A T I O N A L I T Y Norwegian E T H N I C I T Y Norweigian, Greek (from her mother) ___________________________________ A P P E R A N C E Height: 5'6" Weight: 125lbs Hair: Shoulder-length, light brown hair || Silver when Form is Activated with a whistling, smoky, icy aura Eyes: Dark brown || Icy Blue when Form is activated, looks like a crystallized sapphire stone Body Type: Slim, yet toned; has a firm, decent bust and a tight booty that's firm to the touch due to all those hours of training. Body Marks: Ears pierced, a scar along the left side of her neck from a rough training session. || Has The Sigil of Vidar tattooed on her neck. ___________________________________ R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S Astrid is single and isn't sure if she's looking or not. F A M I L Y Father: Aaren Larsen Mother: Khione, Goddess of Ice and Snow Sister: Issura Larsen (twin sister) L E G A C Y Vidar, Norse God of Vengeance P E T S Astrid doesn't do pets, but she is known to be quite friendly with her sister's wolf. With the exception of Issie, Lumi is the only one who is able to bring out Astrid's softer, compassionate side. ___________________________________

____________________________________________________________________________ L I K E S ✔ Her sister - Astrid will kill for Issie. It's not an overexaggeration, either. She will bring down the fury of Khione and Boreas down on anyone who hurts her. ✔ Anything to do with winter; not so much because she likes snow angels or Christmas (she does but that's not the point). It's more to do with her feeling her most powerful during the coldest season. ✔ Christmas - something she shares with Issie. She might not go caroling (unless Issie begged her), but she will sure as shit rock out to the classics while drinking egg nog ✔ Violent video games and/or the implication of violence - fun fact! When she was injured, Astrid found out that she not only has a love for gory video games, but she gets a certain thrill from it. ...she might be a little unhinged ✔ Shaved ice - it helps that she can have it any time she wants hehe ✔ Training and/or working out - what can she say? She's a fitness buff. ✔ Getting absolutely shit-faced and making mistakes she might not be able to remember D I S L I K E S ✘ Hot seasons. She absolutely hates it with a passion because not only are they too hot, she doesn't particularly feel like she's her strongest ✘ Those unbearable children of Hephaestus. Nothing against them personally, but Astrid would much rather suffer through absolute zero temperatures than have to be around those fire-breathing dragons. ✘ Any pepper hotter than chipotle ✘ Anyone who hurts Issie or who she generally perceives as a threat to Issie ✘ Losing in any competition and it doesn't matter who beats her ✘ Pudding of all kinds. ____________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y Protective → Confident → Uniquely Energetic → Focused → Unpredictable → Cold → Competitive → Confrontational Cold and otherwise intimidating, Astrid is the more aggressive Larsen twin. While she is absolutely capable of being kind and compassionate, she can also be very unforgiving, especially if you have wronged her in the pas, but especially if she has ever gotten the sense you hurt Issura in any way. Astrid's loyalty is similar to the Viking CLan she grew up in: she looks out for those she considers her own, or those who she considers to be worthy of her undying loyalty. It takes a lot to earn her trust because she doesn't let many in. You can chalk this off to her obviously personable self, but the truth is she's just very...protective. Take that with what you will. The truth is, between how she was raised and the influence her legacy, Vidar, has on her, Astrid has a sometimes twisted way of thinking and feeling. She's often been unforgiving when it comes to the slightest of inconveniences to her. Comments about her can be taken at face value and she might leave it alone, but then she might sit on it several days later and might go up to that same person and hit them in the face. Or she might kiss them. Or blast them with the fury of a Norwegian winter blizzard. Astrid has a very competitive spirt, too. If she knows she wins and loses fair and square, she'll leave it alone. But she suspects even an ounce of foul play, then run for the hills, because a nasty, petty side in Astrid comes out and it almost always ends up with violence, but in the cold, frosty way one might expect from a daughter of Khione, not in the Brandon son of Ares way. ____________________________________________________________________________ B I O G R A P H Y To be written ____________________________________________________________________________ D E M I G O D I N F O C A B I N Cabin Twenty-Two - Khione, Greek Goddess of Ice and Snow Y E A R S AT C A M P 3 and 1/2 F A T A L F L A W Unpredictablity and holds a grudge like a motherfucker. R E S P O N S A B I L I T I E S Ideally? Not a damn thing, but she's likely going to be some idiot's mentor or some shit like that, isn't she? W E A P O N S -Twin, one-handed axes -Leather armor || Dyed dark blue and silver with the silver being sowed down the middle in the form of an iron cross. It was gifted to her by her mother. -Claw Gauntlets || Crafted from a special iron ore found only in Asgard. The iron claws/blades retract when her rage is at its peak. Otherwise, they take the form of silver, iron bracelets worn on both of her wrists. It was gifted to her by her Legacy, Vidar. A B I L I T I E S From Khione: Cyrokinesis, Aerokinesis, Cyro-Aerokinesis, Heat Sensitivity, and Divine Form From Vidar: Partial Berserker's Rage - When her temper gets out of control, in a combo of demigod feats and a desire to avenge herself or others, Astrid will a semi-blinding rage. She is aware of what she is doing and is subject to some form of calming down, but she will be quick to anger and will attack first -- at least, more than she usually does. It only occurs when she feels truly wronged beyond reproach. ____________________________________________________________________________ O T H E R Speaks fluent Greek, Old Nordic, and French -- of which are results of her upbringing and what is in her DNA. Is on about 6 different medications Adderall and Ritalin for ADHD Risperidone, Quetiapine, and Clozapine for general psychotic tendencies Lithium for general mood-related disorders - like her rage Has a secret love for games of all kinds: video, board, and D&D Theme Song: Mad Hatter by Melanie Martinez || Face Claim: Danielle Panabaker | #9966cc/Amethyst

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

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___________________________________ Location: — Infirmary - Camp Half-Blood Interactions — Defined Jawline™ @Theyra || Bestest Sister @MarshiestMallow || Best Moon Boi @Zenritch ___________________________________

A few moments after Defined Jawline™ left Kalinda and Vivian alone, the blonde's green eyes lingered as he walked away. She couldn't quite place what it was about handsome boys that made her brain go to mush. She could've had all the healers in all the cabins that had them and they would never be able to understand that mysterious part of her brain that had a chemical reaction whenever she saw jawlines that could even withstand a direct blow from Zeus' lightning bolt. No, not the one in his pants, but the one that went bzzz! Anyway, back to what your sister asked, Vivian. "You mean the vision, right?" Stupid question. Of course, Kalinda meant your vision, dummy! "I wouldn't say it was bad bad. Like it wasn't 'the cook ran out of pizza' bad, or even overcooking my yummy-yum-yum blueberry muffins bad.." The very thought of overcooking her famous blueberry muffins scared the crap out of her. "But I mean, I don't know how to describe it. I saw myself collapse. In the vision, I mean. Like I saw myself collapse at the very moment I had the vision and seconds later, I did." Even trying to say that made her brain hurt. "Sorry--" Before she could finish that thought, Vivian nearly jumped for joy in her bed. Arthur, one of her closest friends at camp, walked over. Arthur was one of the few people who she could be around and not be a bumbling mess. The Son of Selene was one of those guys who didn't need to say much to lift her spirits up. And it should also be noted that he was one of few boys that she didn't get butterflies by looking at them. Sure, he was a member of the Defined Jawline™ Club, but she didn't want him to do bad things to her. Well, unless those bad things were screwing with her sleeping schedule. Then, corrupt away, Arthur! "Hey, Arthur! I'm okay. I mean I was just telling Kali about it," she stated. He lingered about for a few moments before going over to Octavia. "So, yeah, that's what my vision was like. Kinda weird, huh?" Vivian laughed as she looked at Kalinda.

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Nicholas Grey // Senior

_{(FC: Thomas Doherty, Dialogue Color: #4682B4/Steel Blue)}
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| | N I C K N A M E (S) | |

• Nick - It irks him, but Billie insists on shortening his already phenomenal name.
• Grey - mostly by teachers and coach
• Asshole - anyone who he used date or fuck tends to call him this now

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18, 6/4

| | G E N D E R | |

Cisgender Male || He/Him Pronouns

| | S E X U A L I T Y | |

Pansexual || Nicholas is a manwhore, but he's not necessarily a manwhore for girls. He will fuck all who will have him.

| | R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S | |

Single and always looking

| | O C C U P A T I O N | |

Between his academic and extracurricular responsibilities, Nicholas doesn't have time for a job. Besides, the biweekly allowance gifted to him by his parents is more than enough to satisfy his spending habits.

| | C L A S S I F I C A T I O N | |

Senior

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| | I N D E P T H A P P E A R A N C E | |

Nicholas embodies the best of his parents' features. Though he inherited his mother's pale complexion (that which is cared for with skincare products), the main positives he received from her was a rare case where his blue eyes came from a few generations on her side - the Greys. His father's features are more pronounced in the way his eyes are shaped, the ridges of his eyebrows and how defined his jawline is. Much like Kavi Salvador, Nicholas Grey has a jawline that could cut through a tough steak without even trying. Nicholas' square forehead is one of his key features and dark hair that falls down, creating an almost diamond-like head shape is something he's come to the conclusion that has both of his parents (and maybe his grandpa Kai) written all over it.

As he stands at six-feet even, Nicholas' body is that of a dancer. All of his life, he has trained in contemporary dancing (and has even dabbled in ballet and tap). He also regularly works out, so he is toned all around, which only speaks to his OCD when it comes to his health. He is the kind of person who makes kale smoothies, kale chips, and basically any other superfood. He needs the energy to spend when he dances and works out

Staying true to his artistry and maybe even the elitist life he grew up in, Nicholas' style is very traditional but it also sings a song about his background. He wears slacks, sweats, jeans -- all of which are dark-colored and all of which are paired with some form of turtle necks and/or colorful, button-up shirts. They might be one color and some might be with floral patterns. Whatever pattern or color they might be, you can always expect Nicholas to wear them with a pair of loafers. Nicholas Grey is a no-sneakers kind of boy.

As far as his uniform is concerned, one can expect Nicholas to keep it as it came. As someone who was not only raised in the upper east side of New York, but embraced everything the UES was (especially the debutante culture), Nicholas takes pride in wearing his uniform as it was intended: his tie is only loose enough to not compromise his ability to breathe (same goes for how far up the shirt is buttoned up, pants and jacket are ironed every night, and his MHA-appointed shoes are cleaned every other day.

| | R E P U T A T I O N | |

Most know Nicholas Grey as Billie Jean's athletic twin brother, but they also know him as the confident, very suave, very ..."charming" co-captain of the soccer team. They have seen him woo girls, boys, and those in-between. They've seen him carry himself in both a dignified manner with a certain grace that matches his skills as a trained dancer as well as his wordplay. But most importantly, Nicholas Salvador Grey has a rep for being something of a manwhore.

In a lot of ways, Nicholas Grey shares a lot of similarities with Chuck Bass from Gossip Girl. Both are white, both have dark hair, both can woo a girl or boy without even trying. Do you know what else they have in common? They both lack the ability to realize when they're wrong.

Nicholas's main attribute is his arrogance that acts as the other side of the confident exterior most often see. Even when he is presented with absolute proof that he's wrong, he'll never admit his faults, because in his head Nicholas thinks he's perfect. In his head, he doesn't see that what he does harms people. He is someone that does what he does when he wants to and makes no apologies for it. It is an attractive trait to some and has earned him many, many times of day, but one has to wonder just how long those hours last until they see the ugly side of Nicholas Grey - the quote-unquote "fuck boy" that is this young man.

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Nicholas nor his twin ssiter, Billie Jean, nor his older sister, Fiona, knew what it was like to not have their parents there for them. They didn't know the suffering of wondering when dad would be home or even when the rent of their house would be paid.

Truth is, Kavi Salvador and Ariel Grey weren't neglectful parents nor did they beat on their children, abuse them in any way, or even give them unsafe home.

No, there wasn't anything problematic about the way they raised their two daughters and son.

Indeed, the truth of the Salvador-Grey family is not one of intentional neglect, but rather from the demands that Kavi's job as a Soap Opera actor, which took him away from his children most hours of the day and Ariel's unpredictable schedule as a record producer. Both had very artistic jobs, passions they had no doubt passed along to their three children. But at the same time, the limited availability Kavi and Ariel had meant nannies and a recycling door of chauffeurs and general caretakers. Occasionally, friends of the family and even Kavi's sister, Nickie, would babysit when she was in town.

But it wasn't all bad. Both Nicholas and Billie came to understand that their parents were important people. And throughout everything, Fiona Jade really was the one who raised them. She, more than anyone else, understood that Kavi and Ariel tried their best. Plus, they always made it up to them when it really mattered. Like family night where they'd all do Zumba. It might seem odd to most, but it was something established early on in their lives and it made an impression on Nicholas specifically. Zumba played a small, yet influential, role in what became one of his biggest passions.

Dance.

Throughout his life, Nicholas felt a calling to the art, but dance and acting had become the cornerstone of the more passionate side of his personality. He went through various stages, but Nicholas, more often than not, always fell back on those two. It came as no surprise that soccer was his sport of choice because he was always good with his legs. And it was a sport that his father loved to death. So maybe in a way, Nicholas just felt closer to Kavi by going down the route he did.

And like Kavi was back in his youth, Nicholas indulges in the ...suave charming player Kavi was known for being. It started in junior high when his confidence hit a spike, which also coincided with him making his school's soccer team and being a natural in the debutante world. Girls, boys -- basically everyone started praising him. And it was then he started to embrace that new side of him. And that's what led Nicholas down a path of wooing, dating, and occasionally, sleeping with anyone who gave him the time of day - or in the case of when his ego grew to shocking heights - who Nicholas gave his time of day to.

When Kavi and Ariel recognized it, they acted swiftly. They figured he needed to take a break from familiar surroundings and shipped him off to Marble Heights. Billie came too because she was the only one who could center him. They figured that combo would benefit both twins.

Oh, how mistaken their parents were. They just had no idea just how wrong they were.

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Believe it or not, Nicholas does actually feel regret, but he's like a snail: it takes him a long time to get to the point everyone was at weeks ago. Maybe this is because he grew up with so much high praise or the company he surrounded himself with (Leo). He has been easily influenced by certain enablers and this has often led to him believing that acting a certain way is the recipe for success. But Nicholas has had to face hard truths (often forced on him by Billie). He had to come back to planet earth several times (again by Billie).

Honestly, if you want the main reason as to why Nicholas' head isn't so far up his ass, look no further than his North Star, Billie Jean. She has been the one person to ground him more times than he would care to admit and maybe that's why there's a sincere side to him. Maybe it's thanks to her that Nicholas has shown he can be compassionate without expecting much in return (I use much because he can't completely shut off his "I'm doing this because it might benefit me" part of his brain). And it's thanks to his bond with BIllie, as well as Fiona, that Nicholas is loyal to those who prove their worth to him. He doesn't trust easy and maybe that ties into why he sleeps around, but he will go to bat for those very dear to his heart: best friends, Billie, someone who can peel away the devil skin to see his angelic nature.

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| | E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R A C T I V I T I E S | |

• Drama Club/Theater Club
• Co-Captain of the Soccer team with Joshua O'Conner

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| B E S T |
🎭 Physical Education and/or any physical class
🎭 Theater
🎭 Spanish and French
🎭 AP English
| W O R S T |
🎭 Mathematics
🎭 Physics
🎭 Latin

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Fonts: Morning Star (Main text header) // Lasting Love (Section headers)
🎭 Nicholas' love for dance originates from when he was younger in how his parents, older sister Fiona, and his twin, Billie Jean, would all have Family Zumba Night.
🎭 Every summer since he was thirteen, Nicholas has participated in the Debutante Ball. And every summer he and Billie Jean return to New York, he proudly takes part in it. In the debutante world, Nicholas is essentially considered royalty and the ideal partner because of his apt timing and devotion to it.
🎭 Nicholas' main guilty pleasure is watching weekly episodes of Greys Anatomy with Billie. It started when they were young and they just never stopped. It's a bit of a tradition for them and it's one of the few things they have for themselves. It doesn't matter how busy Nicholas is, he drops everything to spend that hour to two hours (depending on if it's a season premiere/finale or not, or if they're behind on a couple of episodes).
🎭 From members of his extended family, as well as his Aunt Nicolette (aka his namesake) has often compared him to his father. Not only in how he acts and dates more than not, but where his interests reside. Kavi Salvador was attracted to dance and acting and so is Nicholas. Those are his greatest passions outside of sex and soccer.
🎭 Nicholas' go-to sugary snack are skittles. Well, all except for the sour apple and lemon ones. Those he'll give to Billie.
🎭 Nicholas can be found on Instagram. His handle is @DreamingNGrey
🎭 Nicholas doesn't have a car per-se, but when he's not making use of Lyft and Uber, he sometimes "borrows" Billie's civic.

Sum up your week in roleplaying in just 3 words

sheets fucking suck

Rosefell High.

Outfit

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As Colin drove, once again "borrowing" his sister's ride, he was on the highway. The window was rolled down, his left arm resting along the top of the door, bent in an almost-complete right angle, and a lit cigarette in his hand. He had Metallica's "Enter Sandman" blasting so loud that he could barely hear himself sing along with James Hetfield, barely could even hear himself think.

Almost.

The music helped his mind block out those thoughts that often crept back from time to time. Sometimes it was Cosima that kept him company, her voice -- or what Colin imagined her voice would sound like now -- kept him company. He didn't know why it sounded like Stephanie, though. Lord knows they had nothing in common, but that bitch of an ex of his sure could make her way into his most protected thoughts if she really wanted to.

Or maybe he couldn't stop thinking about how she got what was coming to her. She bruised his nose and he broke her front bumper, but because most people saw the evidence of his face, she was suspended on the first day. Maybe he was the dick for being happy about that because he technically started the fight. Good thing Rosefell hadn't invested in an all-knowing super machine that could record every conversation or else he'd be screwed too.

As he pressed the cigarette to his lips and took in a deep breath, he exhaled a puff of smoke as he turned up the volume just a bit more. He wanted the Liberty bitches to know he was on his way, but more importantly, Colin Gallagher just really liked Metallica's classics. Nothing beats the classics.

As he kept driving somewhat absentmindedly, it was only last minute that he nearly missed his exit.

Swerving from one lane to the other, the tires of his sister's 93 Chevy Convertible shrieked like a banshee and he nearly escaped a fatal crash at the exit. Honks from pissed off drivers were heard in the distance as Colin sped so fast that those horns faded into the distance within seconds.

Several half-miles later, Colin wasn't in Kansas anymore, but in fact had been transported to a place worse than Kansas: the place where Liberty kids called home. Everywhere he looked, on both sides of the road, which he couldn't help but gawk in disgust, were streets that were too clean for their own good, shops that had organic and artisan in just about every name, and people walking down the street as if they didn't live no less than ten miles away from people who would get stabbed just for walking on the wrong side of the street as if they didn't have privilege written all over their smug faces. It didn't matter how late it was, Colin knew they never had to worry about that kind of danger.

"They make me sick," Colin uttered as he flicked his still-lit cig into the street and drove off.

He eventually made it to Christian Barker's house. Christian, who had asked Colin to score the goodies, was probably the rare case where not everyone at Liberty was an obnoxious know-it-all who thought they were better than everyone else. Christian, who came to Colin at lunch on the first day, knowing exactly who Colin was and who he knew, made a deal. Christian, who was a complete dumbass and looked like someone who'd smoke and snort everything Colin scored for him, also had that Liberty money.

So, of course, Colin would help out. He had help from Patrick Quinn, of course, but all-in-all, he managed to obtain everything Christian Barker asked for and then some. Sure, he pocketed some of the money for himself and scammed Christian a bit.

Like he said: Christian Barker was a dumbass, but he wasn't a bad guy. Colin almost felt bad for telling him he needed about a hundred more than what he knew Ricky charged.

Oops.

To make up for scamming Christian, Colin opted out of claiming the driveway for himself but instead parked on the street. Before he got out and before he went for the jacket that was laying in the backseat, Colin reached for a special gift he bought with the money that he pocketed from Christian. Usually, he wasn't one to drink tequila. Truth be told, the taste often conflicted with every strand of Irish DNA in him, but tonight was the start of new beginnings.

And hell, when you can score a bottle of high quality Don Julio for a hundred bucks, how could he say no?

So when he walked up to the front door, the bottle in one hand and him maneuvering himself into his jacket one arm at a time, Colin let himself into Christian's house. Or at least he did after he realized the door was unlocked. He heard the bass of whatever music had been playing and immediately the vibe of the party brought a wide grin to his face. It was such a vibe that he twisted open the bottle of tequila and took a quick sip. Even though it burned, it lit him alive with a foreign fire that felt different, but right at the same time.

Colin scanned the area. He didn't know who or what he was looking for, but he caught the sight of a son of a bitch that demanded his immediate attention.

Strolling over to one of the many drinks table in sight, Colin's arm hovered over Freako Rico's neck as Colin towered over him. The arm that was to Rico's left was the one with the bottle of Don Julio. "So what's the plan tonight, Rico? Who you gonna try and fuck?"

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Savanna Hart // Senior (tw. mentions of sexual assault)

_{(FC: Dove Cameron, Dialogue Color: Hot Pink/#ff69be)}
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| | N I C K N A M E (S) | |

• Sav
• Savvy
• Ice Queen - for her general disposition as the resident “head bitch in charge”
• Savvy Doll - for her doll-like features
• Barbie - a term of affection from those who get close enough to use it without losing a limb
• Blonde Bombshell - self-explanatory, isn’t it?

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17, 5/30

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Cisgendered female || She/Her pronouns

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Bisexual (no lean) || “It’s not about what they have between their legs or how they identify; it’s about how they can captivate my attention.”

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Single and possibly looking. ”Depends on who’s asking, though.”

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Savanna? Have a job? ”The only job I have is keeping my throne _{as if anyone would dare make any attempts}.”

| | C L A S S I F I C A T I O N | |

Senior

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As the daughter of Addison Hart and Jade Drake-Hart, Savanna's prestige extends past her name and especially her personality - but rather, she has the genes of someone who understandably is very beautiful. Her skin is nearly flawless (almost to the point of being doll-esque) even without the aid of makeup and around-the-clock skincare products. Green eyes that often resemble emeralds and naturally-golden hair with dark roots that have been dyed platinum blonde with only the best hair dye money can buy. Everything about Savanna Hart is the very embodiment of someone who not only believes the hype around her beauty but has full control of what gets said about her. Savanna has her ears pierced but only the lobes, but she doesn't have any tattoos - at least not yet, anyway.

Savanna isn't the tallest girl out there nor does she present herself in a way that would tower over girls. By all accounts, her 5'2 stature and coming at an even 130lbs wouldn't give any reason for anyone to fear her like most at Marble Heights do, but there is more to Sav than her height; she has a grace that can't be denied. Whether it's the way her hair is styled, her ruby lipstick that has become an iconic - and signature - look for her, or her fashion chameleon ways where she can make even a school uniform become trendy, Savanna makes it work and then some. And she knows she's the shit, so she doesn't shy away from showing off the body that clearly her mother and her unknown father gave her, which is to say a lean, toned, but still surprisingly hourglass-esque body that is well-rounded in all the effective areas.

The creativity and vision to customize one's look is a trait Savanna inherited from her mothers. So when it comes to the uniform, Savanna spices it up in the way she knows how: not to change it but to improve it. Not so much her, though, but the fashion club at her "request" (and Skye's "encouragement"), her skirt has a more dominant gold lacking but still keeping the general look of the skirt the same. Savanna loves the way gold looks on a darker blue, so she wanted to have that represented. She loves the thigh-high socks (like a certain latina acquaintance of hers), so she didn't bother messing with those. And everything else is as it was when the uniforms were handed out to her -- just tweaked with her personal touch here and there.

Casually - well, Savanna Hart isn't known for casual per-se. She has a lot of clothes and a nearly unlimited allowance. Her outfits are never worn more than once unless she really likes them. Like a snake sheds its skin, Savanna has a rotating closet of seasonal-appropriate tops, skirts, jeans, boots, accessories, etc. The exception is her preference of single-colored blouses and some kind of skirt with thigh-high socks and some form of heels (color usually complimenting her blouse).

| | R E P U T A T I O N | |

When you think of the name Savanna Hart, you might think she’s a diva. And you would be right. Another thing that might come to mind is that she’s kind of a bitch. And, again, your assumption would be correct.

Truth is, Savanna was raised this way.

No, not to be a bitch -- that she picked up somewhere along middle school. No, Savanna was raised to be confident and own every room she entered. Whether it was pre-k to the end of 8th grade or ruling the halls of Marble Heights Academy with a well-manicured, dainty-appearing iron fist, she does it with a certain grace that is both admired for how she walks but also that demands to be feared. She is the type to size you up and decide if she will make your life hell or not. Her meanness doesn’t always show at first, but cross her or if she suspects you are even remotely in her way, she will not hesitate to use every ounce of her influence to crush any hopes you have of climbing the social ladder.

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| | H I S T O R Y | |

What is there to say about Savanna Hart’s life? Anyone who is anyone knows her family. Anyone who is even remotely out from under their rock knows her mother, Addison Hart and the conglomerate known as HartCorp that she was born into. Anyone who keeps up with the fashion world or has seen at least one highly-fashionable TV series has seen Jade Drake-Hart’s clothes on the edgy character of that show.

Yeah, they don’t need any explanation. Addison is an iconic businesswoman whose legacy is her push for equality within the company her scumbag father started and Jade is an equally iconic fashion designer whose alternate style and take-no-bullshit attitude led to her leading the charge in a new wave of grunge/punk-inspired looks and makeup lines for girls and young women who ever felt like they were cast aside by society.

These are the two women that shaped Savanna into the person she is to day. These are the two women who, even though their jobs both kept them busy and Savanna had to deal with a revolving door of nannies and relatives who looked after her when they were too busy to do so -- for a time -- they always made sure she knew she was loved and they were there for her when it mattered. That’s what Savanna looked up to. Sure, she missed out on little things and part of Savanna might fall into the hole of resentment created by their absence, but that would be Savanna expecting them to be perfect.

Savanna knows her mothers aren’t perfect and she knows they have made mistakes, because lord knows that she isn’t either.

Sav’s perception of her mothers, though more favorable than most girls her age, has always been that they are who they are and have never disappointed her. But for as long as she could remember, growing up, even though her life was practically perfect, Savanna always wondered who her father was. And this was a question that had been lingering in her mind since she was ten, since all of the girls she grew up with: her friends, classmates, even the loners she had a bad day thanks to her tantrums - all of them had fathers. She never did.

Whenever she asked, Savanna never got a full answer. She never got a full answer, but simply half-truths. And the truth is, her father wasn’t someone her mothers felt like she should know. The truth is, her father is a convicted rapist. The truth is that her father is someone who forced himself on Addison, from which she got pregnant. The truth is he was someone that Addison had previously been involved with back in college.

The truth is that a month before he was set to be released from a fifteen-year stint in prison, Addison and Jade made the decision to not risk Savanna know about him or Viktor Ivanov having any chance of finding her. So that’s why Savanna was sent to boarding school. They claimed it was to give her the best education money could be, as Marble Heights Academy was one of the most prestigious boarding schools in the country, but the truth is: they feared for their daughter’s safety.

Was it logical? Maybe not. Was it what they thought was best for her? Absolutely.

And still to this day, Savanna doesn’t know about her father. She doesn’t know he’s been out of prison for nearly four years and how her mothers’ hid this from her. And it’s not like Savanna hasn’t been thriving at MHA. It only took a couple of years for her to ascend to the throne. Funny what a lifetime of the right influences can do for one’s confidence. Plus, her sisterhood is the cream of the crop.

| | B E Y O N D M Y R E P U T A T I O N | |

The layers to the Queen of Ice, to The Diva of the Sisterhood aren’t just neat stacks of wanton wrappers waiting to be reduced down layer by layer. Savanna’s mind is a convoluted web of twists and turns, intricate depths hidden under the same four chords of a pop song. The chords sounds the same, but there is a story behind it.

Savanna might be known as the “head bitch in charge”. And sure, she has often played that part well (maybe a little too well at times), but like all great queens, Savanna has nailed her poker face. She knows when to play the part of Queen Savanna and when to drop the front. With her friends. And no, this isn’t just with her clique but those who truly know her, she is uplifting, charismatic, and above all else, fiercely loyal.

The blonde bombshell, as some have called her on twitter (not always with positive intentions), is someone who is always there for her friends. She just doesn’t just say it. When she says she’ll have a friend’s back, that’s exactly what she means. If anything, Savanna is a young woman whose words ties her to every facet of her rule. Loyalty is a two-way street for her and trust me when I say this, Savanna values that above all else.

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| | E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R A C T I V I T I E S | |

• Music Club
• Cheerleading - who else would be the captain?

| | B E S T & W O R S T S U B J E C T S | |

| B E S T |
♥ English
♥ Government/Econ
| W O R S T |
♥ Anything science-related
♥ Trig

| | E X T R A N O T E S | |

Fonts: Garton (character text header) and Jenna Sue (section headers)
♥ Savanna might not be influencer status, but she is extremely active on social media almost to the point where she has a second home on Twitter and Instagram. You can also find her on Deezer and Spotify. For her Twitter and Insta, she can be found under @queenofharts. She’s also kind of addicted to TikTok, but doesn’t advertise it because she finds it a little cringe.
♥ Savanna is fluent in French and has some understanding of Spanish, but not completely.
♥ Even though she’s the daughter of a famous fashion designer and knows how much it is staged, she can’t help but find a certain enjoyment of Project Runway. That and she stans Tyra Banks.
♥ Savanna drives a white 2016 BMW 4 Series Convertible that was given to her by her mothers over the summer as a gift for her birthday.

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

Location // Infirmary — Camp Half-Blood
Interactions // Zane, Octavia, Kalinda @Theyra @Vicier @MarshiestMallow

Vivian still felt like every ounce of her physical strength was sapped out of her body, but as a boy -- a rather cute boy, if she was being honest -- took a seat in a chair beside the bed she was laying in, she stopped focusing on how badly her head hurt. Truth be told, whenever Vivian saw a cute anybody, it was like everything else became less of a priority. Such as being in a bed in the infirmary.

"Hey, I saw you get brought in, and I wanted to know if you were okay. I may not be a child of Apollo, but I can heal whatever caused you to be brought here."

It took her a few delayed moments, all of which were spent absentmindedly blinking at him. God how his jawline could split her in half and she would thank him for it. Wait. No, that wasn't possible, was it? Vivian sat on that thought for another moment and then shook her head. "Sorry, what did you say again?" She asked him. And as soon as she did, she heard more voices and they just made her noggin feel like a ton of bricks.

"Don't be sorry, pretty sure Dad's had his ass kicked a few times. We get hurt just like everyone else, Viv."

Vivian's attention went from the boy who would probably bless her dreams for the next few nights to her sister, Kalinda. "Kaliii!" Vivian's go-to habit of impulsively screaming would be the death of her. And today, maybe it would be literal.

"What happened?"

"It's embarrassing," Vivian admitted in a low tone. She looked at Defined Jawline Man™ and then to her half-sister. "It was my visions again. I was literally about to join everyone else at the tower and the next thing I know, I'm face-first in the dirt and waking up in this bed." The blonde met her sister's gaze with her usual pout.

"I've got her Zane--"

That's his name. Had Vivian not been suffering from the worst headache and not been totally captivated by his clearly God-given jawline, maybe Vivian would remember she had run into him a few times since coming to Camp Half-Blood. But then again, maybe not. All she knew is he was cute.

Sum up your week in roleplaying in just 3 words

Too many sheets

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

Location // Infirmary — Camp Half-Blood
Interactions // N/A, self, anyone around

For a lot of reasons - though not known to many outside of those who really know her - Vivian opted out of the tower challenge today. It wasn't necessarily her choice nor was it her intention to miss out on something she had been training weeks for. With all of the hours she put not only into conditioning her body, excelling at speed and accuracy training, and overcoming the fear that seldom left her alone, she was feeling empowered for many days leading up until today.

From the very moment she and everyone else was made aware of the tower event that happened today, Vivian Lucasta made sure to wake up every day. At daybreak. When the sun rose, so did she. And she took in the rays by doing yoga. It was the easiest way she could ease her mind whenever she became, for a lack of a better word, distant from her cheery self. The early morning rays, paired with the backdrop of the beach, often brought her an inner-peace that gave Vivian strength. She could even hear the words of her father slowly make their way into her arms as she took in the rays.

But just minutes before she was about to leave the Apollo Cabin and join the other campers, Vivian had one of her many nonconsenting visions. Usually they only lasted for a few seconds and she was able to shake it off after a few moments of rest. Unfortunately, this time around, not only did it linger for over an hour, but every minute of that hour gifted her the displeasure of something sapping her strength -- which sometimes did happen. It was rare, but the vision placed her in a state of dread. She saw images of it, but she couldn't see her anywhere near the tower. In fact, at the moment she fainted, she saw herself from the perspective of a bird, falling to the ground and being carried away to the infirmary.

As a still woozy Vivian opened her blue eyes, trying to focus on whatever was up, which happened to be the roof of the infirmary. She moaned as she felt her muscles ache, her stomach tightening as she tried to sit up. But Vivian Lucasta wasn't a quitter (despite the camp rumors). When she found herself in an upright position, though she still felt drained of most of her raw energy, she wasn't feeling as fatigued as she was.

A sense of disappointment set in when she realized that she shouldn't be the one in the hospital bed. The children of APollo were supposed to be the healers and here she was in a bed, sapped of most of her energy and having no signs of feeling any better. "I'm sorry," she whispered quietly. Nobody in reach of hearing her might know it, but she was apologizing to her father.

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