Post by Margaret Fox on Dec 11, 2011 20:04:10 GMT -7
Margaret Elizabeth Fox
Momma never taught me how to love... Daddy never showed me how to feel...
I SEE YOUR NAME IN LIGHTS
kid, we'll take the world by storm, it isn't that hard
kid, we'll take the world by storm, it isn't that hard
Name: Margaret Fox
Age: 16
Species: Demigod
Olympian Parent: Hermes
Occupation: N/A
Sexuality: Straight
Fatal Flaw: Insecure
I WISH YOU COULD SEE YOUR FACE
right now, 'cause you're grinning like a fool
right now, 'cause you're grinning like a fool
Hair: Dirty Blonde
Eyes: Green/Blue
Weight: 145
Other Characteristics: Long scare around her waist
Overall: Margaret looks slightly punk, and if you just glance at her than look away, than she seems like the person you would prefer to avoid. Not because you would fear her, because she just gives off to people that she'd like to avoid them as well. She wears her hair long, and most times it looks like bed head- which, 85% of the time it is. She looks homeless most days as she doesn't care to take a look in the mirror. She's a get up and go kind of gal. Margaret has a long scare snaking up her waist from previous abuse from her 'Parents'.
SO TELL ME WHAT YOUR BEST FRIEND KNOWS
that i don't know
that i don't know
Personality:
• Rebellious
• Distant
• Guarded
• Hostile
• Thoughtful
• Focused
• Mature
• Insecure
• Determined
• Rejects Change
• Tolerant
• Open-minded
• Honest
• Modest
• Persistent
• Self-disciplined
Family: Margaret's Father is Hermes, while her Mother is a human called Ann.
History: Margaret was born to a woman called Ann Fox. They lived together in harmony, and Margaret enjoyed her loving single Mother for a fairly long time. She was a happy child at first, than, her Mother met a man named Greg. He was nice at first, till he had a bottle of whiskey in his belly. He began to abuse Margaret at the age of 5, so servery that she no longer attended school. One of the more serious events was when he stripped her down and whipped her with a bull whip at age 7, which resulted in the long scare snaking up her waist and ribs. And her Mother while all this took place? She soon feel victim as well, to afraid to fight back, and to much of a coward to defend her daughter.
Margaret grew, and lived in a world with no windows or doors and no escape. Her Mother had died from a server beating from Greg, and was buried in a shallow grave underneath the floor tiles in the kitchen. To not get knee deep in the acts that she was forced to withstand, Margaret was abused till the age of 12, which is when she ran. Margaret ran and never looked back. For years, she live don the street, going from place to place with out much care. She grew to like travel, and picked up street smarts as she grew.
At age 14, Hermes claimed her as his daughter. Margaret, having no were else to go, followed a mental map of where to go. She was soon in Camp Half blood as a year rounder. She stayed there up until now when she was transported along with a few others to Camp Olympus. After the years of torment from Greg, Margaret grew hard to the outside world, only letting in people who she could trust. Her one true flaw is her insecurity. She questions her self, and can freeze up in do, or die situation.
Likes:
- Sleeping
- Writing
- Music
- Running
- Fighting
Dislikes:
- Strangers
- Low lives
- People who bully the weak.
- Mother
- Pop music
Fears: Losing her grip on reality.
Powers: Extreme speed.
AND YOU LIKE ME JUST THE WAY I'M NOT
you like me just the way i'm not
you like me just the way i'm not
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Your Alias: Maggie
Roleplaying Experience: 3 years
Did You Read the Rules?: YUP :3
Other Characters: N/A
Roleplay Sample: Holly was never a fan of sitting around. It made her feel... vulnerable for some unknown reason. maybe it was the sound of her own heart beating that made her feel like she needed to jump and run for her life. She was feeling slightly empty inside, not the 'Oh my God, I'm depressed, Emo, and I'ma cut my self.' kind of empty. She was more... lonely than anything else. She'd all ways been a care giver. She practically raised Margaret, even if she hadn't raised her the right way. When she was younger, she was responsible for her younger siblings, even Zachary, who was but a few minutes younger. She'd adapted to the stress of that, wore the burden of an older sister as a badge proudly on her chest instead of a ball and chain around her ankle. And now? She had Emily. Emily, the little girl soon turning 5, but had the mind of a teenager. She was independent, and had lost her helpless little girl-ness. She wasn't a baby any more, and squirmed when she was held, and now, didn't even want to sleep with her Mommy.
Though she acted on the out side that the little girl annoyed her at times, their hadn't been a moment she hadn't loved Emily. Corny yes, something a parent all ways feels, yes. But holly had just figured out that she had all ways loved Emily. She had loved those sleepless nights with a newborn. She had loved her twins as well... They where lost. Lives so short. She had known them only for a few months, but was still broken from their early death sentence. It had made Holly go to church in the least. She held a small vigil the Sunday after. She'd lit every candle she could find, and put 2 framed photos of her boys. She had bawled that night, cried her heart out. She had gone through blood, sweat, and ran out of tears that night. She'd yelled at God that night, cursed at him, damned him to hell for taking her babies.
She'd had a break down in a church, and had released pain so deep inside her soul, that she had been unaware it had even existed. So, she sat on a high rise hill, more like a bump in the vast area of grass, so he could sit, and see till the horizon. She had her knees up to her chest, and she hugged her legs to keep them there. She was hunched over, starring on in the distance with a glossy look in her eyes.
"Hey Blondie." a deepened voice said. Holly turned around.
"Hello yourself, your blond too dummy." she said, smirking at Zachary who had tried to be a clever boy. Holly wasn't in the mood for his cleverness, which he wasn't anyways... but she wasn't in the mood for him, and all his made-up glory.
"Aw, I'm hurt big sister." he said, touching his right hand to his heart. "Be'in so mean to your little brother, why must thou be so cruel?"
"Because I has'th the most annoying little brother, that has ever walk'th'ed the earth." Holly rolled her eyes. Zachary smirked. "A million girls would kill to be my sister."
"Meh, I've never been a fan of incest."
"Not like that!!!!" Zachary said, panicked at what Holly had said. "Ewwww, You dirtyyyyy." he mused, squirming. Holly smirked, and rolled her eyes once again. "You acted soooooo surprised, don't be so nieve." she mused. Once thinking about what she had said... it hadn't made a whole lot of sense... Oh well, she wasn't going to take that conversation any further.
"Hey Holly?" a girlish voice said. "Can we go to the goodwill later? I need a few things." Holly turned and saw her cross-dressing sister Margaret. She was in her boys uniform, with her hair cut short, and... and... "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO YOUR HAIR?!?!?!" Holly said, now feeling stupid for not realizing it sooner. Margaret had died her hair so she was now a brunette.... with streaks of ginger!!! "Chill, it's no big--" Margaret was cut short as Holly began to strangle her. Not in a 'I intend to kill you' sort of way. In a 'I'm going to make you wash your hair out with scolding water' kind of strangling" "Come on Holly, give the poor kid a break." Zachary mused and separated the two. Holly growled. She was now in a 'Kill, Kill, Hate, Hate, Murder, Murder, Blow up the whole world' mood. She had nothing against Margaret when it came to her... being a lesbian. She loved her straight, bi, gay, or blue with purple eyes. she was just annoyed that Margie hadn't consulted anybody about this drastic of a change.template made by megg on camp olympus. lyrics credit to all time low.
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