Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2013 0:56:50 GMT -5
* - - Rhiannon. Fionn. Warlow. - - *
Name ;; Rhiannon Fionn Warlow
Nickname(s) ;;Rhiannon, Rhia, Warlow
Age ;;17
Birthday ;;October 13 1996
Gender ;;Female
Species ;; Demi-God
Immortal Parent ;; Trivia
Years at Camp ;; 8 years - Orthys 3 months
Celebrity Claim ;; Odeya RushHusband: Joshua Rogers; separated[/ul]
Appearance ;;
Rhiannon had curly dark brown, almost black hair that puffs around her head and down her shoulders. Her eyes are a crystal clear blue against her light skin. Rhiannon doesn't tan despite all the time she spends outside. She stands about 5'5” and has a decent build, with good lean muscle she uses to their full potential. A thin healthy layer of fat rests over her muscles so they are not entirely visible, meaning no six pack or anything despite having the muscles well worked for it.
The clothing she normally wears is anything she finds comfortable, Rhiannon finds no reason to dress up but doesn't like baggy clothes either. They leave he feeling vulnerable because they can get caught on things. Her clothes are normally a little large on her, though she would argue that your clothes are simply too tight to allow movement. She is almost always dressed and ready for a match, and Inek's fur normally covers her clothes when the seasons are changing.
***In the past year Rhiannon's complexion has drastically fallen, she's pale with dark circles of sleeplessness. She's gotten skinnier, though not in so much of a healthy sense as she's gotten more sickly. Having lost a lot of weight in the few months she's been away from camp.
Personality ;;
Rhiannon doesn't care about a person's background, birth, family, anything of that nature, as long as you have strength. Strength of mind, body or will are all things she looks at in people, with the strength of will being something she relies heavily on when trusting anyone. Rhiannon prefers to only associate with people who have all three, but it is incredibly hard to come by.
She will not pay attention to anyone who is what she considers weak, and tries to ignore them so she won't hit them. She despises people who rely on others for everything, and refuses to rely on other people. She realizes that things can not be done alone, and may request aid but that is not to say she relies on anyone but herself. She simply knows how to use assets, at least that is how she would put it if questioned.
Due to how particular she is about people she talks to Rhiannon does not talk to people often, preferring the company of books and animals. She would rather have one or two real friends that are there for you than a million people who aren't. She values truth over anything else, this leads to some rather heated arguments with people who do not understand her. She is not trying to be mean, and feels it is far more cruel to lie to you. She wished the same from everyone else.
Animals love Rhiannon, and she loves them. Even if one were to come at her she would probably let it bite her than try to hurt it. This has never happened, even the animals that are said to be vicious and attack anyone they see let Rhiannon pet them. She is really nice if you get to know her, and she will go through nearly any lengths to help a friend, despite anything she may say otherwise.
Rhiannon tries to be a pretty calm person letting things come and go not letting much get to her. This can also leave her to be a rather lazy person. She does not let things bother her too much, the philosophy that you can't do anything about something that has already happened leaves her with few regrets. She does not like being late for things, and often ends up being 15 minutes early for any given thing. Though if she ends up being late and missing about half of whatever it was, she will probably shrug and go back to what she was doing before.
Powers ;;
Rhiannon is the daughter of the Goddess of Magic and as such can use her innate abilities to control nearly any type of matter. She must have created or learned a spell for every type of manipulation she wishes to use. This normally involves a good deal of practice, and many many failures. There are two ways Rhiannon can use her magic, immediately with a verbal spell, or she can use runes in ceremonial magic.
Verbal spells are quick and she can cast them with little thought, though her pronunciation must be perfect to get the desired effect. To retain the effect she must divert some of her concentration onto the spell and can only have a certain number of spells going at the same time. Even with this concentration these spells may last a few minutes at most. During that time they constantly drain her energy though it is small compared to the energy used through rune creation.
Runes are rather new to Rhiannon, but they are much more effective and she has a wider variety of them that she can use. Her tendency to mispronounce words leaves her with a great preference to using Celtic runes in her magic. They require all her concentration, and a sizable amount of energy to create, but they can last up to one or two hours depending on the spell. They can be activated at any time, instead of only being an instant cast, and require a small amount of energy to spark. If she desires it Rhiannon can give her runes to people who will have to use their own energy to spark the rune to life. They have to be affiliated with the Rune, such that a child of Pluto can not use a Rune that causes flight.
As a legionnaire Rhiannon has put a great deal of focus in the art of war. She is skilled in the use of a sword a shield, along with the spear and shield. While she is not very good at throwing things at all, she can fight best with her shield ans sword. She normally uses her magic to augment her abilities, making her stronger, faster, and possibly heal over time so that she can fight better.
Family ;;
History ;;
Rhiannon was raised by Kisa and Mathew Warlow and grew up staying home in Sonoma Valley with her father. Her mother would leave for days, sometimes weeks at a time but would always bring back a gift and plenty of stories. Both parents knew Rhiannon was a demi-god, but thought it would be fine to raise her as a normal girl. They lived in a mortal community and she was taught to not use the innate magic from her birth mother. At the age of 4, only a week before she turned 5, a truck barreled downhill smashing into her parents car. The breaks had failed. Rhiannon had a few living relatives, but none wanted her and she was sent to an orphanage. She was very sad and upset about her parents and did not want a replacement. She would glare at any one who came in and quickly picked up the bad words she was not supposed to say. She began learning to control her magic well, but knew better than to use it openly and instead used it to augment things she did.
The Orphanage was owned by a strict old man whose idea was that children should be brought up properly, or not at all. The caretakers used violence against the children to try and keep them in line. Rhiannon only became more defiant with this, she would get beaten to near death whenever she was conscious. She became connected to a small group of delinquent children and left the Orphanage. She lived on the streets and fought countless times with the other groups.
During a run where the kids all went out to steal food a man came out with his gun. He had gotten fed up with the kids stealing from him. He shot and hit Rhiannon's face, tearing through her cheek and scraping the bone, she yelled and tripped. Her friends came by her and picked up the food she dropped before continuing around the corner. The man closed in and was going to strike Rhiannon with the butt of the gun when a woman came and flipped the man over so he landed on his back. She was tall and beautiful. She bent down and picked Rhiannon up telling her it would be good to run. Rhiannon did just that, and ran from the scene pressing her hand against the cut trying to stop or at least slow the bleeding. While she fled she became lost and found a white baby fox beaten and bruised, she checked to see if it was alive and if moving it would hurt it any. Seeing it would be fine she carried it to a river in a wooded area, cleaning and bandaged it up, along with her own bleeding face. After wandering for a short while Rhiannon found her way to a run down cottage, and began counting her blessings. She navigated her way back to the fox and took it with her to the cottage, thinking it was abandoned she proceeded to the Wolf house with the baby fox. An unwelcome surprise came when she found it was not only a home, but somewhere she needed to be to train as a demi-god. She stayed so the fox would be safe until it healed, and she took care of it while training. Even after it was healed the fox stayed with her, following Rhiannon as if she where it's mother. Rhiannon named it Inek and she began to train him to be her familiar.
Rhiannon had already learned to fight and fend for herself on the streets, but Lupa trained her to be even better and she was a near genius with the classic sword and shield. She was able to learn quickly and left the Wolf house at 8 years old. She took her familiar Inek with her, and through him cast spells as she fought. She was not able to fully utilize her spells while fighting, and sometimes a spell was completely lost along with the energy she used to cast it. Rhiannon liked her sword and shield better anyway.
Upon reaching camp Rhiannon continued to train hard on her swordsmanship, her casting was always a back seat since she had learned it was not a good thing to use it from a young age. The few spells she used caused someone to be stronger, faster, or tougher, but there was always the random fire ball or two she had to get enemies that tried to keep heir distance. She made sure to avoid using these on people.
Rhiannon spent her years at camp as more of a recluse than anything else, working on her ability to fight more than friends or anything else. She did not want to be caught unaware ever again. She saw people back stab each other, talk bad about other people behind their back, and found it to be a dominate human trait. Rhiannon disliked that very much, people where all the same, looking out for them selves. She wished for something to change, and hated people for being the way they were. The war was an ugly thing, and while some people showed their valor, others showed their weaknesses and cowardice War brought out the real heart of people, and got rid of those that could not survive the soul forge. Though she knew she shouldn't, Rhiannon enjoyed the war and the effect it had on people. Sometimes she wished for another world war to cause some the world's surplus of selfish, weak individuals to die.
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Site Alias ;; Rhia
Reading;; I have read all of the PJO book, but the Lost Hero is sitting on my bookshelf....still.
Roleplaying Experience ;; 8-ish years
Sample RP ;; It felt like a good time to take a nap, but Lance knew he needed to move, to get up and leave before people came. It was so comfy on the ground though, with a heavy sigh Lance was ready to start moving around again. Before his mind finished sending the slow moving signals to the rest of his body a sharp pain came to his side, and Lance's eyes shot open. It was lucky for Lance there was not a knee drop into his stomach, because the male was built to make that kind of thing painful. Heck small girls made it painful. Lance swallowed hard as he began to scoot away, his eyes fixated on the male that was now dusting himself off as if nothing happened.
“S...sorry, I wasn't thinking...” he managed to stammer out. He seemed like a nice enough guy, and was defiantly build to be sturdy. That was a lot more than Lance could say about himself. He was build to be agile and probably shouldn't be hit, the evidence lay in the throbbing on his side. He could easily deal with it, after being around her enough you kind get used to small bruises like this. Didn't mean he liked it, Lance preferred to avoid pain and didn't know many people who liked it. Though they exist.
His eyes caught the other males movements easily, now that he was alert, and the slight hover over his tattoo. One of many, Lance wondered if it had a special meaning, if all of them had special meaning. He liked that about tattoo's, though disliked the ones people get for no reason. The kind that people wish they never got, something permanent should be thought about after all. He wanted to ask, wanted to say what was on his mind but ended up staring awkwardly.
Lance still sat on the ground, his trousers had collected grass and dirt along with whatever loose foliage he had been scooting around on. His eyes fixed on what was in front of him until movement caught his eye. He knew how to make good use out of the heightened movement perception of the “corner of your eye'. There was a familiar walk, form, and Lance turned towards it. Someone he had spoken too days ago, one of the few semblances of conversation he had in three years. Blood rushed to his cheeks as he looked around, he expected more people to pop out of nowhere. They did not and his eyes shifted between the two people who were actually there.
“Hello...again....” he tried to say with at least some confidence, but soon his tone died down into a near whisper again. The realization that he was still on the ground came soon enough and he stood dusting himself off. Leaves still hung in his fluffy brown hair. “I...I didn't think...people....um...” his mind tried to figure out what he was supposed to do now. It darted from apology, to greeting, to introductions, and a check list of what he'd already done. He looked just a bit like a rabbit caught by a fox.
