Post by keericxi on Oct 9, 2012 3:59:01 GMT -5
* - -Kassia.Vera.Rayner.- - *
[/color] Kassia Vera Rayner
Name ;;
Nickname(s) ;;[/color] Kas, Kassie, Kiki, Weapon girl, Sparky, Sparky-Sparky-Boom-Girl
Age ;;[/color] 17
Birthday ;;[/color] August 11, 1995
Gender ;;[/color] Female
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Species ;;[/color] Demi-God
Immortal Parent ;;[/color] Vulcan
Years at Camp ;;[/color] 9
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Celebrity Claim ;;[/color] Willa Holland
Appearance ;;[/color] Kassia, a leggy girl of 5’7” who is gifted with the exceptionally attractive genes of Venus from her grandfather, who was a son of hers. Kassia has a lean, slender build that tends not to belie her rock-hard muscles from life at Camp Jupiter and also as a weapon-smith. She has silky, tawny hair that reaches her mid back which she keeps styled and well-kept, usually even when working in the forges. Her eyes are a grey-green color like her mother’s. However, when she happens to use a little fire a warm orange hue seeps into her iris and remains for several minutes after each use. She generally takes very good care of her creamy skin and sparkling smile, and the only two tell-tale signs of her claim to demi-godliness would be her hands, which are somewhat calloused and scarred from working on projects in addition to her training, and the tattoos on her left forearm which are an anvil for her father, the letters SPQR, and nine lines to mark her years present at camp.
In terms of dress, Kassia is not a big fan of purple or t-shirts so she often eschews the traditional camp shirt in favor of more stylish attire. However, she is careful to choose clothing and fabric that won’t be a hindrance if she is tinkering. She also tries to wear nonflammable clothing, especially if she is moody, to avoid any accidents. She prefers neutral and warm colors. In her spare time she sometimes fashions jewelry out of bits of scrap metal and will wear the pieces, which sometimes function as bits of armor as well. For example, she has a favorite pair of Imperial Gold arm cuffs that she likes to wear to protect her wrists during sword drills. Her most prized possession is the little golden anvil she received from her father that helps augment her smithing skills and improves her control over fire. She wears it around her neck on a silver chain at almost all times.
Personality ;;[/color] Kassia is an interesting and sometimes eccentric human being. Unlike most of her Roman comrades, she isn’t a big fan of conflict and due to the expectations and nature of most of the members of the legion, she tends to be more introverted and stay on the periphery of things, or in the forges, getting away with less fighting by making more weapons and armor. She is always secretly dismayed when her weapons are taken and used for fighting because she likes to craft her items for the beauty of them rather than the practicality and thinks that the blood and scratches detract from her skillful designing. She might owe this tendency to her Venusian heritage, and it might be worth mentioning that she is mildly OCD, but she tends to keep her complaints to a mumble for fear of being called out by others and ridiculed for not being a true Roman soldier.
In the event that anyone decides to poke fun at her for her avoidance of conflict, anything about her appearance, Obsessive compulsiveness or anything else that seems worth a mean comment, Kassia will remain quiet under fire for a time, but has a tendency to eventually lose her temper to her more fiery side, which can be scary and quite dangerous because she might have a bought of spontaneous combustion. It occasionally happens that she quite literally catches fire when angry or very stressed out, which can be a disaster for her both her appearance and anything around her that might be flammable. Fire has been something of an annoyance and a fear for her as it had almost led to disaster several times in her life, so when the fire comes she is incredibly fearful that she won’t be able to control it. Most of the time she can, but she’s almost burnt down a couple of buildings around New Rome because of the issue, and has had some pretty embarrassing moments as well.
However, when Kassia is not busy avoiding undue attention, being mildly OCD, scared of being flammable, or taking some alone time with some Imperial Bronze and a warm forge, she loves to have fun and let loose with friends. Around people she is comfortable with, Kassia can be warm instead of fiery, and incredibly caring. Not to mention very chipper and sometimes a bit hyperactive. She likes to partake in gossip at times, and occasionally might find the time to flirt if she feels inclined. Any friends of hers will probably receive a custom piece of armor or weaponry as token of affection, and also be under her self-proclaimed protection. A threatened friend is probably one of the few things that will motivate her to put up a real fight.
Family ;;[/color] Vulcan- Father
Lorelei Rayner/Northland- Mother
Garret Northland- Stepfather
Anna and Felix Northland- Half-siblings, fraternal twins
Miriella Rayner- Maternal grandmother
Sebastian Rayner- Maternal grandfather and son of Venus
Venus- Great-Grandmother
History ;;[/color] Almost eighteen years ago in the lovely little town of Klamath Falls, OR, there lived a beautiful twenty-seven-year-old woman named Lorelei Rayner. She had moved there after attending art school to enjoy the beauty of nature there and open up a small store to create and sell metal sculptures, as well as fix up antique automobiles to sell to collectors. Although her father Sebastian was the son of Venus and had passed down the goddess’s beauty and charm to Lorelei, she took after her mother Miriella who had spent much of her life working with old machines and automobiles with her father before her.
It was the combination of the Venusian beauty and history of craftsmanship with machines and metal that attracted Vulcan to Lorelei that fateful season. At first Vulcan had pretended to be interested in an old mustang model that she was fixing up, but she soon discovered that he was interested in her instead. It didn’t take long for the blood of Venus to start talking and Lorelei returned the flirtation, which quickly ignited into a night of passion. Sure enough, the night become one that would change her life forever. Unfortunately, as every affair must, Lorelei’s time around Vulcan came to an end and she was filled with anguish for a few weeks, but it soon wore off as she went back to her sculpting and her life.
However, it didn’t take long after she’d returned to a normal sense of life for her to discover that Vulcan had indeed left something behind when he’d gone: Lorelei was to have her first baby girl on August 11, 1995. She was named Kassia Vera Rayner. Sebastian and Miriella, although sad that Lorelei did not have a husband to raise the beautiful girl with, understood the circumstances better than most people could and came to Klamath Falls to help Lorelei raise her for the first few years.
In the beginning, Kassia was a very happy and fairly normal baby and it was hard to even tell that she was a demi-god child. After two years had passed, though, it began to become apparent that the girl was following her father’s heritage. She would often make things out of spare bits of metal her mother would give her and was very good at figuring out how thing functioned, even at that tender age. Also, this was the year that Vulcan returned to pay Lorelei a visit. He explained about Camp Jupiter and that it was fairly certain that Kassia would someday have to go, and that it was better sooner than later if she wanted to make sure that their daughter was safe from harm.
Afterwards, shaken from the encounter, Lorelei talked to Sebastian about the situation and a dark mood that she’d never known from her father seemed to come over him. He explained that in his day, Camp Jupiter was at risk for going to war with a different group that were a lot like him, and his father had never taken him because he wanted to protect him from going to war, knowing what the pain and bloodshed had been like in the human World War. Since Sebastian hadn’t been a particularly strong demi-god anyway, necessity hadn’t forced him to go and so he never went. He told Lorelei that he hoped that perhaps Kassia might be spared from war as well, but he seemed to brood for a while, knowing that she might not have a choice as he’d had.
Several more years passed with little issue, except the usual signs of ADHD, until Kassia was six and going to school. It was then that the first monster had tried to attack her, and when she discovered that she had inherited the ability to use fire as well. The monster was trying to attack her out on the playground one day, and had almost been about to injure her when the fire came for the first time. It had sprung from her hands and incinerated the monster, but also lit some nearby trees on the playground on fire as well, causing a panic at the school, and also scaring Kassia half to death.
It didn’t take long for Lorelei to figure out what had happened. Scared and unwilling to give up her daughter, she packed everything up and moved to Roseville, California and tried to reestablish a normal life. A few months after the move, Lorelei met Garrett Northland and they soon started dating. One year after, the two were married and Kassia’s mother was once again pregnant. Times were pretty good for a while. Garrett was a pretty kind man and he treated Kassia pretty well, although his manner wasn’t that fatherly.
After Anna and Felix were born, Kassia, now about seven years old, was mostly left to her own devices. She went to school and rode the bus home most of the time, and she never mentioned the weird things that sometimes happened to her. She’d seen people come out of trees, had thought she saw a dog turn into a scary monster, and sometimes she felt like she was being followed. But her mom and step-dad were so busy with the twins, she usually just remained silent.
Finally, fate and monsters made a collision course for disaster when Kassia was eight years old. One night the monsters came again. They had broken the window to her bedroom when they caught her scent and were ready to attack when she screamed. Lorelei and Garrett had heard her cry and ran to her room, just in time to see it go up in flames. Chaos reigned for a time as they scrambled to get the twins, who were now a little older than two, out of the house and rescue what possessions they could while they waited for the fire department to come. Overcome with grief, Lorelei realized that keeping Kassia with her instead of taking her to Camp Jupiter had become too dangerous, just as Vulcan has said. The next day, as cleanup on what was left of the house began, Lorelei packed up what they had of Kassia’s belongings and they left for the wolf house.
Once there, Kassia said a tearful goodbye to Lorelei and her mother told her to come visit someday when she was safe to. Kassia had nodded and waved to her, then steeled herself to face Lupa. The tests were tough and at times she didn’t know if she would make it and be accepted, but she knew she had no choice but to do what she had to in order to be accepted into the Roman camp. It didn’t take long after her determination set in for her to pass her tests and be allowed to join the ranks, where she quietly learned to forge all kinds of beautiful weapons and armor with her half-brothers and sisters, maintain her beauty and compare notes sometimes with her distant cousins of Venus, and find somewhere to fit into this world of war and violence.
Sometime around her seventh year at camp, a great disturbance had stirred Camp Jupiter into action and it was expected that everyone would fight. For a time, Kassia worked overtime with her siblings to craft enough battle paraphernalia to outfit the ranks to march to Mount Orthys and destroy the throne of an evil Titan. The battle was hard and some of her comrades died in the process, as well as smeared some of her beautiful weaponry with blood and dirt but at the time she’d actually barely cared. Her own sword bit into monster after monster, and for once she was able to use her fire offensively without it getting out of control, although someone told her later that she’d singed someone else’s hair in the process. (oops).
It’s been two years since that faithful call to arms, and Camp Jupiter had returned to its usual cutthroat pace and war games and brusque camp members, when a new phenomenon was being whispered about around camp. Some said that the benevolent titan Prometheus had discussed an object causing a disturbance and that the camp needed to retrieve it or face unknown consequences. Kassia doesn’t know what it means for her, except that she would make more equipment to be ready for whatever, to be used (to her chagrin) to kill things. She also knew that she’d better polish her skills in case she was chosen to take up arms and face whatever it was for herself. [/blockquote]
Site Alias ;;[/color] Issa or Keerin.
Reading;;[/color] Lightning thief-Mark of Athena (all of them)
Roleplaying Experience ;;[/color] 7 years or so.
Sample RP ;;[/color] Here is an excerpt from Issa:
Today was a peculiar sort of day for Issa as she was out in the middle of the woods hunting down a monster. She looked a bit wild-eyed today as she crept through the brush maintaining a silent stealth as she followed behind the creature, an ugly-looking, short son of a gun that she could not remember the name of. All she knew was that it had a nasty bite and an even nastier face, and it smelled like crap. Issa had her borrowed bow in one hand and an arrow in the other so that she could be ready to shoot at a moment’s notice. Not that she was a very good archer, but she’d been recently practicing at the ranges to try and get better. The best part of using a bow was that she had enough time to use the wind to direct an arrow into an acceptable path towards a target. She would by no means be able to go toe to toe with a child of Apollo (not that she really wanted to), but it was better than her swordsmanship. In terms of that, Issa was still a bit of a coward.
Hunting a monster through the woods was definitely not normal behavior for Issa by any stretch of the imagination, nor was her stormy grey and wild-eyed look. But even she had a bit pride when it came to an Ares boy insulting her ability to kill anything and telling her she would be useless in the coming war. Geez, she’d been captain for several weeks consecutively in Capture the Flag, so she shouldn’t have to prove herself. And besides, the only reason he’d insulted her was probably because she called him “un coup de salaud” which was something very rude in French for “cheap shot” when he’d made a move on some poor young Hermes camper in sparring that had earned him a trip to the big house. Sure, it was probably foolish to even let the comment get to her head, but it was just one of those things that rubbed her the absolute wrong way. So now she was going to SHOW the punk just who was useless here.
The monster seemed to catch a whiff of something it liked because it started running away quite speedily (how did those stubby legs move so fast?!), forcing Issa to give chase a little bit more loudly than she would have liked, but she was forced to pause when she realized she’d lost the bugger when he dove through some underbrush and scurried away. Letting loose an unsavory French word, she was turning about, looking for any sign of the thing, when she heard what sounded like a weapon flying through the air (it was a vague sound) . Looking up a little too late to duck, a mid-sized wrench was on a collision path with her--THWACK! …Head.
“ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Issa yelled, letting loose a long stream of more unsavory French as she grabbed her head and stumbled around for a minute, unable to see through the dizzying pain. After a minute or two of yelling, she seemed to have gotten it all out of her system so that the pain settled in and became a dull but pronounced pain, swelling into a lump. Which only served to make her even MORE annoyed. Grabbing the wrench from where it rested in the fallen leaves, Issa started tromping through the woods in the direction she’d seen it fly from. What were the odds that someone’s stupid dumb wrench (which were definitely NOT the words she was thinking) would come flying through the brush and hit her?
With eyes so murky dark they looked like lightning might come out of them at any second, she stumbled through the brush, trying to ignore the throbbing from the impending bump as she inhaled and prepared to begin a tirade. “WHO THREW THIS F---“ She came up short when she nearly tripped over a young boy sprawled on the ground. Confused, her irritation took the backburner for a second as she wondered what the heck happened. Crouching down with the wrench at her side, she gave him the once over. “Are you okay?”
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