Post by ponie on Oct 12, 2008 17:30:07 GMT -5
HESTIA
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But if, you should ever fall, think you've lost it all. I will be there for you.[/center]
you shine the light on hidden parts : CHARACTER
name meaning:The hearth
gender:Female
age:Immortal
birthday:May 9th
god or human?Goddess
[/ul]the body lunges forward : APPEARANCE
body type:Slender, lightly toned, not stick skinny
hair:Golden and slightly wavy
eyes:Hazel, slightly yellow in a certain light
distinguishing physical features:A small heart-shaped birthmark on her right shoulder, she could probably get rid of it, but chooses not to
face claim:Hillary Duff
clothing style:Hestia normally wears simple clothes. The only jewelry she wears is a golden chain hanging with a coal from the first fire she ever kindled.
overall: Hestia is a fairly pretty woman. Her hazel eyes are large and stand out against her pale, creamy skin. Her eyelashes are dark near the bottom, but they lighten near the top and the tips are nearly white. When her pupils expand, they take up nearly her entire eye, leaving the hazel as nothing more than a narrow surrounding rim. Her features are small, but not as tiny as some of the other goddesses, and she looks her best when she smiles. Hestia has a large smile that spreads all across her face and it is an expression she uses often. She's not the most beautiful of the goddesses, but she is still more attractive than most mortal women and her looks aren't her main asset anyway.
[/ul]in the hysterical realm : PERSONALITY
-Helping others
-A small, cheerful campfire
-Knowing she has made a difference to some one
-Listening to the problems of others and offering advice
dislikes:
-Selfishness
-Seeing others in pain
-Being ignored
goals:
-To see Hera happy again
-For the other gods to leave peacefully
-To never see another war
fears:
-War breaking out once more
-Her father, Cronos
-Being trapped, unable to save someone
strengths:
-Compassionate
-Intelligent
-Loyal
weaknesses:
-Shyness
-Loyal to the point of blindness
-Unwilling to kill or injure
most valued possession:The gold chain she wears (see appearance)
most valued relationship:Values all her friendships equally
habits:Twirls her hair around her finger, plays with her necklace, bites her lip when nervous
[/ul]the violence of the gesture : LOVE LIFE
current relationship status:None, she's one of the virgin goddesses
turn ons:Would be kindness, intelligence, courage
turn offs:Would be arrogance, cruelty
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you bought yourself a second chance : ETCETERA
Father: Cronos
Mother: Rhea
Sisters: Hera, Demeter
Brothers: Zeus, Poseidan, Hades
financial status of family: Gods, not applicable
financial status of character: Goddess, not applicable
current occupation: Goddess of the Hearth
childhood home: Olympus (?)
residence: Mount Olympus
education: None
overall history: Hestia was the first child born to Cronos and Rhea. As soon as she was born, her father swallowed her as his father, Uranus, had foretold that he too would be overthrown by his children. Her mother wept for her, but Rhea couldn't save her firstborn child from Cronos' wrath. The same pattern continued with her next four children and, one by one, they joined Hestia in Cronos' stomach. However, by the time Rhea's sixth child was born, she had a plan. She hid Zeus in a cave and instead fed Cronos a stone. Eventually, he rescued his siblings.
Hestia's rebirth marked the beginning of a war against the Titans. Peaceful by nature, Hestia wasn't much help on the battle field, so she was forced to rest idly as her brothers fought for control of the universe. In the end, with the help of the Cyclops, the Hundred-Handers and a titan named Prometheus. When the gods took their place as rulers of the universe, Hera took the position of goddess of the hearth.
In the years that followed, several of the gods did try to wed Hestia, but she had no interest in any of them. Unsure of how to proceed, knowing that sooner or later she might be forcibly married, much as sister Hera was, Hestia swore to remain a virgin forever. This arrangement suited her well. She needed no man by her side. Now her eyes would never be clouded over by love. If she ever meets another she does fancy, Hestia will have to leave him in peace, but it is a small sacrifice to make for her happiness.
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CREATOR : stripped to the core
[/b][/font]your name/alias:Miranda
your age:17
years roleplaying:1
contact information:PM is best, but you can email me at ponie@rocketmail.com
other characters:None
how did you find us?Link from RPG Collection
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WRITING SAMPLE
Excerpt from a story I wrote
She balanced the urn carefully in her arms, not letting a drop spill over the dark blue rim. With a sigh of relief, Cat placed it on the battered, wooden table. Her wizard’s workshop had seen better days, but it didn’t matter. She had been practicing magic there since she first discovered her powers and she wasn’t about to stop now.
A slight smile crossed her pale, pink lips at the memory. She had been only two years old at the time, young but not unreasonably so. Raven had stolen her favorite doll and the younger version of herself had exploded. It had taken hours for her to undo the spell and return her younger sister to the ground. The one year old hadn’t understood what had happened for another two years.
That very same girl, now fifteen and eerily beautiful, sat on the other side of the table, gazing cautiously at her sister.
“Okay,” she sighed, “Are you ready to try this again?”
“I know you think this is pointless,” Cat argued as always, “But I have to try. I know that someday, I will reach Mom.”
“You worry too much,” Cricket laughed, his green eyes shining, “It’s becoming tradition to end every evening with a futile attempt to contact the spirits of the dead.”
A pair of indigo eyes glared at him. Cat hated her brother’s “words of the day” with a passion she typically reserved for magic alone. Today his word was “futile.”
Here’s a sentence with it, she thought, It’s futile to try and stop him.
“What’s so funny?” he demanded indignantly as he saw her giggle softly under her breath.
“Nothing,” she casually warded off his questions as always. Over the past eight years she had grown used to hiding her emotions from everyone, even those who knew her best. She had taken her Mom’s place and it was her duty to protect them. Her father should have been there, looking after Cricket and Cat. Although she hid it well, Cat was slightly resentful that she was forced to take up this mantle. Despite her reluctance, she would never let anything harm her charges.
Carefully, she poured the contents of a small, yellow vase into the large red and blue striped urn. Green steam rose as viper venom met the boiling water. The steam reached upwards towards the ceiling, but Cat used her magic to push it back into the urn.
“Bimon cinon chinon sinon,” she recited the familiar words, praying to Werm for luck, “Werm, let me see the future, so I can prepare myself. Zimon ginon minon kinon. Lerm, let me see the past, so I may learn from the mistakes of my ancestors. Nimon ninon linon jinon. Werm, let me see the living, for they control the destiny of this world. Limon kinon pinon hinon. Lerm, let me see the dead, for they cannot be forgotten. Rimon tinon winon minon. Werm, let me see the paradises of this world and the glorious lands of the afterlife, for beauty is what makes this life worth living. Rimon ginon yiyon binon. Lerm, let me see the horrors of this world and the dark depths of the afterlife, for there is a dark core hidden within even the brightest star.”
The murky liquid cleared and the powerful echoes of the wizard’s voice resounded throughout the familiar room. Her violet eyes shown bright with power and she could feel the magic coursing through her body. Her siblings smiled encouragingly. With a deep breath, Cat dove into the magic.
She balanced the urn carefully in her arms, not letting a drop spill over the dark blue rim. With a sigh of relief, Cat placed it on the battered, wooden table. Her wizard’s workshop had seen better days, but it didn’t matter. She had been practicing magic there since she first discovered her powers and she wasn’t about to stop now.
A slight smile crossed her pale, pink lips at the memory. She had been only two years old at the time, young but not unreasonably so. Raven had stolen her favorite doll and the younger version of herself had exploded. It had taken hours for her to undo the spell and return her younger sister to the ground. The one year old hadn’t understood what had happened for another two years.
That very same girl, now fifteen and eerily beautiful, sat on the other side of the table, gazing cautiously at her sister.
“Okay,” she sighed, “Are you ready to try this again?”
“I know you think this is pointless,” Cat argued as always, “But I have to try. I know that someday, I will reach Mom.”
“You worry too much,” Cricket laughed, his green eyes shining, “It’s becoming tradition to end every evening with a futile attempt to contact the spirits of the dead.”
A pair of indigo eyes glared at him. Cat hated her brother’s “words of the day” with a passion she typically reserved for magic alone. Today his word was “futile.”
Here’s a sentence with it, she thought, It’s futile to try and stop him.
“What’s so funny?” he demanded indignantly as he saw her giggle softly under her breath.
“Nothing,” she casually warded off his questions as always. Over the past eight years she had grown used to hiding her emotions from everyone, even those who knew her best. She had taken her Mom’s place and it was her duty to protect them. Her father should have been there, looking after Cricket and Cat. Although she hid it well, Cat was slightly resentful that she was forced to take up this mantle. Despite her reluctance, she would never let anything harm her charges.
Carefully, she poured the contents of a small, yellow vase into the large red and blue striped urn. Green steam rose as viper venom met the boiling water. The steam reached upwards towards the ceiling, but Cat used her magic to push it back into the urn.
“Bimon cinon chinon sinon,” she recited the familiar words, praying to Werm for luck, “Werm, let me see the future, so I can prepare myself. Zimon ginon minon kinon. Lerm, let me see the past, so I may learn from the mistakes of my ancestors. Nimon ninon linon jinon. Werm, let me see the living, for they control the destiny of this world. Limon kinon pinon hinon. Lerm, let me see the dead, for they cannot be forgotten. Rimon tinon winon minon. Werm, let me see the paradises of this world and the glorious lands of the afterlife, for beauty is what makes this life worth living. Rimon ginon yiyon binon. Lerm, let me see the horrors of this world and the dark depths of the afterlife, for there is a dark core hidden within even the brightest star.”
The murky liquid cleared and the powerful echoes of the wizard’s voice resounded throughout the familiar room. Her violet eyes shown bright with power and she could feel the magic coursing through her body. Her siblings smiled encouragingly. With a deep breath, Cat dove into the magic.
character application made by zander of archaic fever
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