Post by haley on Oct 25, 2012 22:37:15 GMT -5
* - - Haley. Marie. Campbell. - - *
[/color] Haley Marie Campbell
Name ;;
Nickname(s) ;;[/color] Brit, Lee
Age ;;[/color] 19
Birthday ;;[/color] May 10
Gender ;;[/color] female
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Species ;;[/color] Demi-God
Immortal Parent ;;[/color] Victoria
Years at Camp ;;[/color] 9
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Celebrity Claim ;;[/color] Odette Yustman-Annable
Appearance ;;[/color]
Haley takes after her mother for the most part, whom she’s heard countless stories of when she was with her dad (well, usually the same ones embellished to the point where sometimes she wondered if he was starting to picture Victoria as a British Supergirl or something) and from simply reading the ancient myths, Roman and Greek. She stands 5'7" (170cm) and her hair is a deep chocolate brown, hanging just past her shoulders in whatever style it seems to feel like because she’s not really one for making a huge fuss over it. Her eyes almost exactly match her hair, an even cool brown. Though she’s naturally paler, living in California has taken that away from initial hyper-burning to finally an even tan that never seemed to go away.
For clothing, Haley tends to go more with whatever she felt like putting on that day. Bored with the excess of purple, she has keeps as many not purple colors in her wardrobe. Some days she will go for something flattering, but most days it’s just whatever is comfortable. Training requires mobility, after all. She likes to be individual with her choice of pretty much anything.
Personality ;;[/color]
Haley is a class-A pain in the butt. Simply put, she knows what she wants and she will go for it. If something is on her mind, she usually doesn’t waste time thinking about it too long before saying something and it could be said that she has little to no filter between her thoughts and her words. If she doesn’t like something someone did, or that person in general, they will know of it promptly and pointedly. She is by far not afraid to get up in anyone’s face about anything. And she means anyone. Though this has gotten her in trouble before, it was never to the point where she was motivated to try and change it. Due to this, she can often be considered mean, though she doesn’t really mean to be.
Haley also has a tendency to believe she is always right and is not short of confidence. Which really doesn’t help her habit of wanting to make her opinion known. She respects Rome, the gods, and authority (most of the time), but isn’t afraid of going against any of the above if she sees fit. She is a firm believer of blazing her own trail, so going against what other people say as long as she believes herself in the right is actually not that uncommon for her.
Despite her seemingly harsh way of handling things most of the time, Haley really does care about other people. She just doesn’t show it well. She can seem very overbearing, but sometimes it’s just her way of being protective of herself or others. But she has a bigger heart than she tends to let on. She isn’t really one for fighting, but is pretty decent with a bow when she needs to be, and is pretty handy in a fight. She also has a knack for figuring out people’s potential, something she figures is likely from her mom.
Family ;;[/color]
Martin Campbell – father
Jessica Campbell – grandmother (not biological)
Gregory Campbell – grandfather (not biological)
Victoria - mother
History ;;[/color]
Haley’s story begins much further back that her own 19 years of age. Martin Campbell grew up in an orphanage in Ipswich, England. He was the product of wedlock at too young an age, and given up by his mother to the local orphanage not long after being born. Unlike a lot of the other kids, Martin had a hard time getting adopted and watched a lot of his friends leave with brand new parents. It wasn’t until he was thirteen that an older couple who weren’t able to have kids of their own came and, to his surprise, took him home with them. They raised him with high values and ethic and helped him all the way through his bachelor’s degree before he went off on his own, getting a job with a major company in Greenwich, just outside of London. While working his way up the company ladder, he went to night school to get his master’s in business. It was at his school that he met the goddess Victoria.
Victoria, though he never would have guessed her name was in any relation to the Roman goddess, sat next to him in his Macro-Sociology class and the two got to know each other really well. Late study nights and hanging out outside of class grew more and more frequent until he started growing really attached to her. He thought he might have actually found that mythical (literally) “the one” when she disappeared. The months went by without any sight of her, and his peers denied they’d ever seen her. Until one night when he woke to crying. In an apartment building with no families with kids around him to boot. When he went to see what it was, he was stopped short by the fact that there was an infant in a basket with intricately painted laurels sitting directly outside his door. A note pinned to the basket described everything about the young woman he’d fallen for and the truth about her and the child in the basket. Where some would have been skeptical about going into life as a single father, Martin was overjoyed, determined to give his new daughter the best life he could. Well, minus the note at the bottom of the letter that said she would have to go to a special camp by the time she was ten.
Haley couldn’t have been happier growing up. Her father spent as much time with her as he could, making sure she never felt out of place or unloved. She was given a great education, had a lot of friends, and was never short of encouragement from her father. Things started breaking apart when she was nine, however. Martin was given the position of president at the company’s newest branch in the States. Though he hated to uproot them like that, he accepted and Haley had to leave her friends and her beloved London behind and replace it with the foreign world of Charlotte, North Carolina, where people talked funny and drove on the wrong side of the road and just opening her mouth earned her stares. For three months, her father tried to encourage and help her break out of the shell she was building herself into. Then the wolves came.
Martin was reluctant to give up his little girl, and the fact that she was obviously not wanting to go didn’t help either. Scared though she was, she went with the wolves to the Wolfhouse all the way in California. As if she didn’t feel out of place before, now she really did. But she took to it quickly, realizing she had no choice. Before long, she realized she was a much better fighter than she ever would have guessed she could be. Lupa sent her to camp and, after a long and arduous trip, she made it to the camp. Only her training with Lupa and the strict regimen there kept her from even considering going back to her shell. Instead, she started building a tough exterior to protect herself, and before long it became part of who she was. She got mocked by a good number of people for her awkwardness that she hadn’t managed to shake when it came to the rapid culture shifts, as well as her unusual accent (the British jokes abounded). So she saw no reason to not be harshly forward right back.
At the age of seventeen, she was drawn onto the battlefield in the war against the Titans. It was hard fought, to be sure, and resulted in her nearly losing her life to a Cyclops and having to spend a week in Camp Jupiter’s infirmary. When she came out, it was hard not to notice the difference in people around the camp. She did what she could to go about business as usual, just preparing for the next fight and hopefully the day she could retire from this place.[/blockquote]
Site Alias ;;[/color] Remus or AB
Reading;;[/color] all currently in print
Roleplaying Experience ;;[/color] 8+ years
Sample RP ;;[/color] see Remus, Valerie, Clare, and Prometheus
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