Post by Briony Lewis on Apr 14, 2011 17:16:23 GMT -7
Briony Leanna Lewis
we get high, we let go
nameBriony Leanna Lewis (Brie, unless you want to be punched in the face.)
age 13
speciesDemigod
occupation demigod, thief
olympian parentHermes
sexualityheterosexual
fatal flaw inability to trust others
we've got more than we know
personalityMost people's first impression of Brie is that she is quiet, and very small for her age. The blank stare she turns on most is appraising, assessing for weaknesses she can exploit to her advantage. Brie is not used to having other people to depend on, and therefore tries to drive off anyone who gets to close to her. Her fatal flaw is her inability to trust others, though on the rare occasion Brie opens up, she proves herself a loyal friend. She has a protective streak for smaller children (and some olders ones, if they seem in some way weak to her,) and has been known to throw a punch the minute she senses a bully. When someone tries to do the same for her, however, she immediately freaks out. Brie operates more on rationality and street smarts than anything else, and she openly voices her distaste for book learning. When with her very limited circle of friends, Brie is witty, charming, and known for her snarky sense of humor.
familymother (deceased,) Marina Lewis; father (unknown by Brie,) Hermes; assorted half siblings (unknown to her) through father
historyBrie knows very little about the circumstances surrounding her birth. She’s never met her father (a man that her mother won’t even talk about,) and her memories of her mother are too painful for Brie to talk about. Her mother was a concert violinist who travelled frequently before Brie’s birth, attracting the attention of Hermes. When Brie was born, her mother retired from performing and took up a job working in a violin repair shop in New Orleans. When Brie was seven years old, Hurricane Katrina hit her hometown of New Orleans- destroying her city, her home, and killing her mother. Amidst the chaos, it was easy for a young girl to go missing- and that was exactly what Brie did. She knew what life was like for poor kids in foster care that were over a certain age, and she would much rather try her luck on the streets.
Brie made her new “home” in an abandoned building following the clean up efforts from the storm, stealing money for food from tourists on Bourbon Street. New Orleans was home to plenty of homeless- no one bothered questioning one little girl weaving in and out of the crowds. While it wasn’t the best life she could hope for, Brie was living better than some people she saw on a day to day basis, and at least it meant she didn’t have to go to school. She tried to make the best of the situation, and did a good job of it- until the monsters showed up.
At first, Brie thought she was going crazy. No one else seemed to see them, which she supposed was great for them- they weren’t the ones the monsters were trying to kill. Imaginary or not, Brie was pretty sure they could do some damage, and she was proved right when a particularly fiery opponent set her new home on fire. Once again, Brie had to walk out of the wreckage- but first, she had to find some answers.
It didn’t take long, because soon, there was something else coming after her- a half human, half goat creature that knew her name. Brie was pretty sure it was out to kill her too and nearly cleaved it in half with the kitchen knife she had been using as a weapon, but soon changed her mind. First of all, as an enemy, it was pretty pathetic. Secondly, it seemed more afraid of her than she was of it. The satyr started to talk of a camp, a place for people like Brie to train, to fight against the monsters that were so intent on killing her. It couldn’t be worse than what she had going for her then, so she left New Orleans on her way to Camp Olympus.
likes music, dancing, summer heat, being outside, running, fighting
dislikes feeling caged, being hungry, monsters, being told what to do/how to act/who to be
fearsfalling in love, meeting her father and being a disappointment to him, losing someone she cares about (which is why she pushes everyone away)
powers Ever since her mother died, Brie has shown the ability to perform "sleight of hand" and procure other peoples' wallets for her living, keeping in line with her being the daughter of the God of Thieves. Also in line with her half-siblings, Brie is a very fast runner (the better to escape trouble!), and she's even faster when in possession of a pair of winged shoes. According to the PJ wiki: "Hermes is the God of travellers and the messenger god, his children might be able to transport themselves like the children of Hades. This may be the case when Luke teleported at the end of The Lightning Thief." Brie has not yet been able to figure this little trick out, but there's no doubt she'll give it a try!
my friends are of a different breed
alias Niko
roleplaying experience 12-13 years
have you read the rules? Yes I did!
RP sampleNarcissa took a sip of her tea, one foot tapping the air lazily as she turned another page. The book was a large, leather bound tome that was perched precariously on her rapidly shrinking lap, and the blonde’s pale blue eyes seemed to absorb the page with an enthusiasm she rarely showed anything. It was just past noon, but she had been holed up in the library since her husband had left for work that morning. The further along in her pregnancy she became, the less Narcissa felt inclined to leave the house, which hadn’t been much to begin with. Narcissa was and always would be a homebody, preferring the comfort and solace of her favorite chair to a party.
Narcissa had been putting a lot of thought into her household lately, and had been running the house elves into the ground, moving furniture from room to room as she decided where- and how- to make her son’s nursery. She had finally settled on one particularly sunny room next to what was referred to as “her” bedroom, which was almost a floor length away from the master bedroom she shared with her husband. Narcissa was fairly certain her husband was happy about the upcoming child- as much as she could ever be sure of anything her husband thought, he was nearly as good at deception as she was- but he was not so thrilled about being kept up all hours of the night. His terse suggestion of hiring a nurse to take care of their son had brought Narcissa to tears, and the subject was closed.
When she was being completely honest, Narcissa was quite thrilled to take care of her own child, and not pawn him off on some stranger. She had wanted children her whole life, and while being pregnant was hardly glamorous, she loved every minute of it. If her husband wanted his sleep, he could have it- but Narcissa would be down the hall, attending to the baby.
In fact, Lucius had been fairly hands off with the whole thing. The nursery was decorated to Narcissa’s pleasure, even her own painting on the walls (it had been weird, seeing all those painting lessons she had hated as a child coming to fruition.) The clothes ordered for the baby were all her choice. Location, hers. The only thing Lucius had been insistent upon participating in was naming their son, and Narcissa could hardly refuse.
Draco Lucius Malfoy.
As far as names went, Narcissa figured it was good enough, but how could she put a name on the one thing that kept her happy? Lucius was working during the day, and at night, he left her to attend to the Dark Lord, who Narcissa silently compared to some horrid mistress. It was petty of her, she knew, but Lucius had been unswayed by her pleading, her tantrums- nothing would keep him from Voldemort. Narcissa had finally given up trying, and instead spent her evenings biting her nails to the quick as she waited for him to return. Loneliness was becoming too close of a bedfellow for her, and it was part of the reason she had invited her sister over that particular afternoon.
Bellatrix was, without a doubt, Narcissa’s best friend. Whenever Narcissa wanted to complain to someone, celebrate with someone, or just wanted to see someone that wasn’t a house elf, she automatically turned to her big sister. Merlin, she had told Bella she was pregnant before she had even told Lucius. Bella had been a constant in Narcissa's life, and she doubted she would function without her. While complaining about Lucius’ “neglect” sounded like a lot of fun, Narcissa had more pressing matters to attend to. If one child made her happy, what would two do for her?
