Instead of screaming to the boy that no, she wasn't detective of the year, and she hoped that Dionysus would choke on his megaphone, Vic instead ran her fingers through her platinum blonde hair.
She closed her eyes, and said her next words a bit louder than her last. "Well, if Pyro Kid had shit to do with it, excuse my language, then Dinoysus - Excuse me, Dionysus obviously ate it. He looks like a Aardonyx to me sometimes. Possibly the first to eat a fleece, and to be a Greek god."
Trying her best to take the situation seriously, that one part awoke inside of her saying, 'Good'. Who would leave the most important thing in the camp unprotected? Who would do that? Seriously? While they were off at some lousy chariot race, they could care less about the tree. No - the camp.
But nope, Camp Half-Blood is extra safe! She thought to herself.
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After Vic rolled out of bed, and threw on some shoes, she was already gathered at Thalia's tree. Her eyes seemed to well up, and sort of gave her this crazy look. "People always have to mess with trees. It probably feels naked." She muttered.
The smell of smoke rose into her nostrils. Several campers looked over at a girl doing something with her jacket - she did a quick double take, and noticed the girl's jacket was on fire. And just as quickly as she looked, the fire was extinguished. A grin broke out on her face, and she talked for the first time that day, as her amber eyes darted around. "Not trying to state the obvious or anything, but first hellhounds, fleece missing, and then Fire Kid tries to commit suicide..." She said it loud enough for the campers around her to hear. "Yeah, I can be a pain sometimes, but these are all totally not related."
The smell of smoke rose into her nostrils. Several campers looked over at a girl doing something with her jacket - she did a quick double take, and noticed the girl's jacket was on fire. And just as quickly as she looked, the fire was extinguished. A grin broke out on her face, and she talked for the first time that day, as her amber eyes darted around. "Not trying to state the obvious or anything, but first hellhounds, fleece missing, and then Fire Kid tries to commit suicide..." She said it loud enough for the campers around her to hear. "Yeah, I can be a pain sometimes, but these are all totally not related."
Vic looked her knife over. She lay silently on her bed. Her dull bloodshot eyes met the serrated edge, without a trace of anything on it. No gore. Because Vic didn't help them. She herself hated dabbling when she could see the cabins of idiots fighting. She was going to get up, she really was, but then her vision began to darken like it always did. Small flashes of light. Mentally she counted down how long it had lasted. Usually only two minutes or so, but this time it was at least six.
So maybe the leader of her cabin wouldn't yell at her too much. She'd just lie and say it lasted longer than she thought it would, and the map was inaccurate. Yeah. That could possibly make the punishment more bearable, or she could just say the commands were too vague. Which was the excuse she normally came up with. Nothing new there. But guilt began to rise inside of her. People probably died. What if they were her cabin mates? The wounded, if there were any-
She stopped her thoughts, and closed her eyes to get through her next words. "I'm not even going to waste my energy to go and check. Why do the good guys always have to win?"
So maybe the leader of her cabin wouldn't yell at her too much. She'd just lie and say it lasted longer than she thought it would, and the map was inaccurate. Yeah. That could possibly make the punishment more bearable, or she could just say the commands were too vague. Which was the excuse she normally came up with. Nothing new there. But guilt began to rise inside of her. People probably died. What if they were her cabin mates? The wounded, if there were any-
She stopped her thoughts, and closed her eyes to get through her next words. "I'm not even going to waste my energy to go and check. Why do the good guys always have to win?"
I don't know if this is too late, or not. I don't even know if my application meets any standards. Haven't really roleplayed in two years or so.
Name: Vic (Aukes) Meyrick
Age: Fifteen.
Weapon: A celestial bronze knife, that has a similar design of a Ka-Bar USMC Utility/Fighting knife. For a long range weapon, a hunting slingshot is used. Mostly with celestial bronze ammo to go with it, which only irritates monsters. Due to this, she mostly uses her knife.
Godly Parent (Greek or Roman): Ares.
Magical Power (If any): The ability to see her enemies, in sort of a map-like view that temporarily blocks her own vision. Sadly, she's unable to control it, meaning it can appear at random times and sometimes cause the 'enemies' to actually be allies, and even go as far to be inaccurate. (I didn't want it to seem too OP, so of course, I have to include major errors in it.)
Appearance: Short bleached blonde hair, that's jagged due to her either cutting it with scissors or her knife. (And by short, I mean very short, but not buzz cut short. Could possibly be mistaken for a guy.) Hard amber eyes. Usually wears jeans, shirts, hoodies or vests. Or more masculine than feminine clothes, since they keep her at ease and she finds them easier to fight in.Various scars on her body, some from fights or self inflected.
Personality: A on-and-off again personality. Even though she sometimes keeps to herself, when she does talk, she really can't control her emotions. Mostly her words are aggressive, or apathetic, but Vic sometimes does have times when she actually cares about Camp and her life. She also seems to sometimes rather die than fight, and only does it when she feels it's extremely 'needed'. Fire seems to keep her at ease, suggesting that she has pyromania. However, in her stablest mindset, she shows the amazing ability of balancing 'herself' and her knife, causing Vic to be better in combat.
1,921 characters by itself. I feel like it could've been shorter, but, hey. The original one plus a crappy bio was going to be at around 3,000, but the bio felt so out of place that I just cut it out. Not to mention, I can't really think of a bio that suits someone who seems to need a therapist 24/7.
Name: Vic (Aukes) Meyrick
Age: Fifteen.
Weapon: A celestial bronze knife, that has a similar design of a Ka-Bar USMC Utility/Fighting knife. For a long range weapon, a hunting slingshot is used. Mostly with celestial bronze ammo to go with it, which only irritates monsters. Due to this, she mostly uses her knife.
Godly Parent (Greek or Roman): Ares.
Magical Power (If any): The ability to see her enemies, in sort of a map-like view that temporarily blocks her own vision. Sadly, she's unable to control it, meaning it can appear at random times and sometimes cause the 'enemies' to actually be allies, and even go as far to be inaccurate. (I didn't want it to seem too OP, so of course, I have to include major errors in it.)
Appearance: Short bleached blonde hair, that's jagged due to her either cutting it with scissors or her knife. (And by short, I mean very short, but not buzz cut short. Could possibly be mistaken for a guy.) Hard amber eyes. Usually wears jeans, shirts, hoodies or vests. Or more masculine than feminine clothes, since they keep her at ease and she finds them easier to fight in.Various scars on her body, some from fights or self inflected.
Personality: A on-and-off again personality. Even though she sometimes keeps to herself, when she does talk, she really can't control her emotions. Mostly her words are aggressive, or apathetic, but Vic sometimes does have times when she actually cares about Camp and her life. She also seems to sometimes rather die than fight, and only does it when she feels it's extremely 'needed'. Fire seems to keep her at ease, suggesting that she has pyromania. However, in her stablest mindset, she shows the amazing ability of balancing 'herself' and her knife, causing Vic to be better in combat.
1,921 characters by itself. I feel like it could've been shorter, but, hey. The original one plus a crappy bio was going to be at around 3,000, but the bio felt so out of place that I just cut it out. Not to mention, I can't really think of a bio that suits someone who seems to need a therapist 24/7.
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