Fantasy GODS MAKE NO MISTAKES : reserves

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Hello and welcome. You have found yourself at the application thread. Please to apply your information as necessary. No need to code anything lovely, just keep to the information below and we'll be just fine.
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• This will be an all girls school run by Athena.
• Face claims are to be anime-esc ambiance.
• An average of 500 words a post please.
• Well rounded and diverse characters and try to be fresh.
• Try avoid contracting main character syndrome. We work together here.
• ALL CHARACTERS enter the school at the age of 25. It's not meant for children.
• A weirdly modern fantasy world mimicking ancient Rome.

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Just realized I said reserves have been moved to this thread just to not copy and paste before I went to work properly. Here it is now. <,<

IMAGE OF YOUR CHARACTER

FULL NAME
NICKNAME
AGE: everyone starts at twenty five first year
THEME SONG
NATURE SIGN
PROPHECY ( I just added this thought it might be interesting)

APPERANCE ( be descriptive)
PERSONALITY ( be descriptive)

BIOGRAPHY (give a few paragraphs)

A LINK TO OTHER ROLE PLAYS YOU HAVE BEEN IN FOR A SAMPLE
ANYTHING ELSE?

If there is anything I missed, feel free to add it to your reserve, no need to code it you can just input the information and I'm going to compile it together for the first main page image. You'll see when you see. I really look forward to seeing future applicaitons.

 

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Euryphaessa Alexandra
THEA FOR SHORT
AGE: TWENTY FIVE
THEME SONG: coming soon
NATURE SIGN: EARTH
PROPHECY: coming soon
APPERANCE: Standing at a petite five foot five her form is slender and delicate. She was not built for hard labor but instead has dainty and ample hands. Which could do great craft work and needle point. Her features are demure and feminine and reflect her docile nature. Her eyes are large, round and dark. Often giving one a perplexed or cautious look.
PERSONALITY: coming soon
BIOGRAPHY: coming soon


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[Garrett.Hawke]

FULL NAME
NIKOLA ALEXIA MAKAROV
NICKNAME
NIKO, ALEX, ALEC, MAKAROV
AGE:
25
THEME SONG
VILLIAN BY K/DA:

NATURE SIGN
TBD
PROPHECY
TBD
APPEARANCE
TBD
PERSONALITY
TBD

BIOGRAPHY
TBD
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[strawberryspiral]

Name: Sofia Chrysanthi Adamos
Nickname: Sofi
Age: 25
Theme song: TBD
Nature sign: Air
Prophecy: Atalanta

Appearance: Usually looks over her peers at solid 5’9 with a curvy yet muscular build and narrow waist. Her legs are long and the sturdiest part of her toned body, many scars of all shapes and sizes decorate her bronze skin. A shock of honey blonde ringlets cascades down her shoulders to mid back. Most of her facial features are rather rounded with full lips, a button nose, and downturned hazel eyes.

Personality: Confident, Stubborn, Street-smart, and Independent.

Biography:
When she was but a baby, born to a Tunisian African father with political poweress and a tender ego. Sofia was seen as a blemish on the long line of first born sons. Being late in adulthood and at the age where he no longer thought he could conceive, her father grew frustrated. Sofia’s birth was no blessing and she would be left abandoned on the roadside, just in front of her great aunt’s family home. Apparently, that was also the last time anyone had heard from her mother- Paraskevi Vouvlali. Supposedly, she’d left Sofia there herself before getting in the passenger side of her father’s car only to never be seen again.

From there Sofia was raised on a farm in the seaside village of Chanini, Tunisia for some time. In hiding due to her father’s shame of her existence. While living amongst the villagers with distant relatives she was taught to hunt, farm, and in general survive. Sofia spent most of her childhood learning various hunting and survival techniques while helping to maintain the small family farm. Eventually, political competitors caught wind of her existence and her father was forced to send his daughter away again. This time to her mother’s home country of Greece. Where she was dropped off at an orphanage across the Ionian and Mediterranean Seas. The orphanage as it turned out was a group home for girls dedicated to Artemis. Sofia put her every whim and will into her new found family.


No longer did she think of her father’s abandonment and cry, now the thought of him just elicited pure rage. Her time spent at the Huntress Group Home was more of the same- hunting, training, and weird group sessions where they were all required to sit and speak about- “feelings”… Sofia saw no real point in it. She didn’t cry like the others, or fear the outside world like some. Not that she blamed any of them, Sofia was just pretty numb. Her body wasn’t riddled with sickness, her mind clear of delusions. Sofia did not consider herself bent or even broken. So, she pushed the complicated things away, focusing only on honing her athleticism and combative training.

After aging out of the system she was taken off guard by the complications of life. Her father returned into her life at eighteen with promises of fortune and destiny. All tied within her “prophecy” invading his way into her life yet again. Sabotaging her acceptance into the Roz Huntresses. A group of women who survived in the wilderness for the rest of their lives the age of twenty-seven. They would sacrifice their lives in the name of Artemis. Reawakened as immortal huntresses, forever at the prime of their youth at her side. Admittedly, Sofia wasn’t sure if she really wanted it- just knew she should.

Artemis had done so much for her, given a home. She only had the skills to survive the cruelties of this world because of her. Shouldn’t she be willing to give her own life in return for such a gift? Deep down though- Sofia did fear death. Who wouldn’t, it meant some part of you is gone.

A change like that is irreversible, even gods are afraid to die. It didn’t matter what she wanted in the end anyways, Sofia’s father stole the chance from her when he revealed a detrimental truth about his daughter. She wasn’t half Tunisian at all, her father was Trojan, and he planned to marry her to some political snot back in Rome.

Sofia went along with it just long enough to move there and taste the tuna sandwich on the political official’s tongue. That shook her to the core, awakening her into reality. The same night she tasted his fishy breath Sofi made a risky escape. Deciding to roam the streets of ancient Rome.

With nowhere to live, no money, and no plans for the future. She began to join underground prize fighting rings where she would compete in gladiator-like duels for money. Spending her nights sleeping in the warm temples dedicated to Hestia praising her through their hospitality to travelers. Sofia wasn’t the biggest, or the strongest- but she was fast. Quick on her feet and hyper vigilant to the point of almost being prolific when being put under life or death pressure. This was all she’d needed while in the Rov Huntresses group home. But the real world was different, out here she had to get along with people in order to survive. Sofia found fighting for money easier than making pleasant conversation.

To her talking in a circle about feelings she may or may not ruminate over all night before bed would do nothing. If she wanted peace, control, she would have to fight for it. Her father would regret the day he left her on the roadside of a distant Aunt’s home to be forgotten. More determined than ever, Sofia made the decision to make sure she’d never be dependent on another again.




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