Post by Mayflower Pierce on Apr 20, 2011 18:25:41 GMT 1
Full name: Mayflower Pierce
Nicknames: May
Age: Fifteen
Hair colour: Brown
Eye colour: Brown
General Appearance: May is of average height and of average size, topping off at about 5'5" and 115 pounds -- her pride. She has a rather plain appearance, and dresses more in comfortable clothes than too girlish clothing. Her long, messy brown hair is usually kept in a ponytail, and never is she found without a nicely ruined pair of sneakers. There's nothing really attracting to this girl until you hear her speak or see her moving. Sitting there, she seems to just blend in with everyone else.
Playby: Kendall Jenner
Parents: [father] Hermes / [mother] Rosie {Rosalind} Pierce
General History: Growing up without a father in the picture can be quite difficult. Mayflower Pierce -- embarrassingly named in relation to a family obsessed with flowers but merciful enough to give her the nickanme of May -- seemed to be content without her father in the picture. She was raised by Rosalind Pierce, a plump, kind woman whose wit seemed to even out the lame gentility and energy of her profession of gardening. Along with Rosalind was May's father figure, Uncle Joey Pierce, brother to Rosalind, and local mortician. With these two parental figures, May learned to be positive and calm at the same time, not losing herself to ADHD or dyslexia, and becoming more intuned to adapting and not putting herself in any spot she couldn't get out of.
May grew up in a rather average home in a suburban town just south of Atlanta, Georgia, in the states. She's always had a natural quickness on her feet, and her skill with her tongue developed almost as soon as she was able to speak, being able to charm any company into loving her with just her words of interest. As a kid, she'd run about with the neighborhood kids and cause trouble, until she was caught in so much trouble that she spent her days after school helping out her mom and Uncle. Frankly, gardening was so boring. Helping out her Uncle in preparing dead people and hoping not to contaminate any bodies in the process? Fascinating. May has this healthy respect and indifference to death, now, having been around so much of it as a kid.
Pretty average life indeed.
In May's opinion, its hard to think that you're a daughter of a Greek God when there's really no special talent you have that's not already integrated in your personality. So when her protector came around on his two furry legs--having been exposed, the idiot. May makes fun of this all the time--she didn't really think much of it, really. Her mother always told her getting inpregnated was like a hit and run, BAM. Those words exactly, actually. So to think she was the daughter of the Messenger god who transported the dead around and tended to cattle--when May herself was afraid of cows -- she couldn't really believe it. Oh well! Why not put her tongue to use and her quick feet on the battle field? Why. Not. Camp Half-Blood there she went~
Weapon of Choice: May likes to keep a belt of daggers slung from her shoulder to her hip on her at all times. They are small, light and bought from sons of Hephaestus, easily replaced, but easy to use and discard.
Roleplay Sample: "YOU CAN KISS MY FLYING, SKINNY--" May dropped her controller and clapped her hands over her mouth to control the completion of her yell. Sheapishly, she gazed around quickly to check if anyone else had heard her. If she had awakened any of her roommates -- nay, brothers and sisters... yeah, right -- they'd have a fit and May wouldn't live till her sixteenth birthday. Playing video games always tended to do this to her. She hated technology for that reason! Why couldn't war games come to life instead of on a television screen? Those slick users over the web, they thought they had the better advantage. Mayflower, the daughter of Hermes, would fly through the screen and kick their arses then!
The brunette sighed loudly and dropped her controller from her lap to the ground, kicking it back to the computer with her foot and standing up to stretch. It was most definitely time to rid herself of frustrating games and go for a run. What was it? Seven in the morning? Six? Perfect time for a job around the camp before the advisors came knocking down their doors. She stepped into her abused sneakers, tugged at the ponytail hanging to her back, and walked through the door into the fresh, open air. Jogging it was. Into the sun, into the clear morning sky.. into the person standing in her path! "Hey! Running here! Watch it!"
Your name: Nikki
Your age: Seventeen
Do you have other characters here? Nope!
How long have you been roleplaying: Two years.
How did you find us: Through Liz.
Codeword? Poseidon!
Nicknames: May
Age: Fifteen
Hair colour: Brown
Eye colour: Brown
General Appearance: May is of average height and of average size, topping off at about 5'5" and 115 pounds -- her pride. She has a rather plain appearance, and dresses more in comfortable clothes than too girlish clothing. Her long, messy brown hair is usually kept in a ponytail, and never is she found without a nicely ruined pair of sneakers. There's nothing really attracting to this girl until you hear her speak or see her moving. Sitting there, she seems to just blend in with everyone else.
Playby: Kendall Jenner
Parents: [father] Hermes / [mother] Rosie {Rosalind} Pierce
General History: Growing up without a father in the picture can be quite difficult. Mayflower Pierce -- embarrassingly named in relation to a family obsessed with flowers but merciful enough to give her the nickanme of May -- seemed to be content without her father in the picture. She was raised by Rosalind Pierce, a plump, kind woman whose wit seemed to even out the lame gentility and energy of her profession of gardening. Along with Rosalind was May's father figure, Uncle Joey Pierce, brother to Rosalind, and local mortician. With these two parental figures, May learned to be positive and calm at the same time, not losing herself to ADHD or dyslexia, and becoming more intuned to adapting and not putting herself in any spot she couldn't get out of.
May grew up in a rather average home in a suburban town just south of Atlanta, Georgia, in the states. She's always had a natural quickness on her feet, and her skill with her tongue developed almost as soon as she was able to speak, being able to charm any company into loving her with just her words of interest. As a kid, she'd run about with the neighborhood kids and cause trouble, until she was caught in so much trouble that she spent her days after school helping out her mom and Uncle. Frankly, gardening was so boring. Helping out her Uncle in preparing dead people and hoping not to contaminate any bodies in the process? Fascinating. May has this healthy respect and indifference to death, now, having been around so much of it as a kid.
Pretty average life indeed.
In May's opinion, its hard to think that you're a daughter of a Greek God when there's really no special talent you have that's not already integrated in your personality. So when her protector came around on his two furry legs--having been exposed, the idiot. May makes fun of this all the time--she didn't really think much of it, really. Her mother always told her getting inpregnated was like a hit and run, BAM. Those words exactly, actually. So to think she was the daughter of the Messenger god who transported the dead around and tended to cattle--when May herself was afraid of cows -- she couldn't really believe it. Oh well! Why not put her tongue to use and her quick feet on the battle field? Why. Not. Camp Half-Blood there she went~
Weapon of Choice: May likes to keep a belt of daggers slung from her shoulder to her hip on her at all times. They are small, light and bought from sons of Hephaestus, easily replaced, but easy to use and discard.
Roleplay Sample: "YOU CAN KISS MY FLYING, SKINNY--" May dropped her controller and clapped her hands over her mouth to control the completion of her yell. Sheapishly, she gazed around quickly to check if anyone else had heard her. If she had awakened any of her roommates -- nay, brothers and sisters... yeah, right -- they'd have a fit and May wouldn't live till her sixteenth birthday. Playing video games always tended to do this to her. She hated technology for that reason! Why couldn't war games come to life instead of on a television screen? Those slick users over the web, they thought they had the better advantage. Mayflower, the daughter of Hermes, would fly through the screen and kick their arses then!
The brunette sighed loudly and dropped her controller from her lap to the ground, kicking it back to the computer with her foot and standing up to stretch. It was most definitely time to rid herself of frustrating games and go for a run. What was it? Seven in the morning? Six? Perfect time for a job around the camp before the advisors came knocking down their doors. She stepped into her abused sneakers, tugged at the ponytail hanging to her back, and walked through the door into the fresh, open air. Jogging it was. Into the sun, into the clear morning sky.. into the person standing in her path! "Hey! Running here! Watch it!"
Your name: Nikki
Your age: Seventeen
Do you have other characters here? Nope!
How long have you been roleplaying: Two years.
How did you find us: Through Liz.
Codeword? Poseidon!
