SO, I just created this subbie for rp in the Percy Jackson and the Olympians board. Then I went to upload an avvie and it didn't have the upload feature.
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wrong account.
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Well, that is truly horrible, since I've had a dream of myself being flung off a rollercoaster and into a lake.
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The girl was a flash of indigo, white, and orange as she blazed through the forest where Camp Half-Blood lived. Her feet were abnormally graceful as they leaped over logs and stones. Up close, the bright orange hair streaked and waved like a flag behind her and her black sunglasses revealing nothing of her eyes bounced a little bit. Silver blades gleamed as her arms melodically moved up and down as they hung onto her arm-strap, providing her only weapon aside from her unnatural wits and agility. A black stone figure of a sitting feline with gold-lined eyes bounced against her tightly worn violet shirt, and the ripped parts of her jeans occasionally got covered in dust from the sprint.
Behind her, a large creature slowly began to catch up to her. It was pitch black with scarlet accepts on the bottom of it's chest and spine, as well as the tail and the many stripes on it's face. It was a big as a horse, with large, pointed ears swiveling this way and that, somewhat struggling to keep focus on the 13-year-old in front of him without swerving off to catch the rat making the ferns twitch. It's large, airbrushed legs blurred even faster than the girl's, it's stiff tail flat for speed. The canine-like creature's mouth was curved in a snarl, stained fangs pushing her forward in fear of getting sliced up into doggy-meal.
But this girl knew what she was doing. She had invaded her far relative's lair and had began a risky and unforgiving mission of stealing the main animal he loved. This animal went by many names, and unfortunately, the names did not weaken the animal.
She kept running for more then half an hour, until she reached an area where she saw a strange tree. For the last time, her fuzzy cat-ear headband had fallen farther down her face, entangling it with ginger hair. Just for the single second when she took her mind off where she was going, her foot hit a rock, and wearing pink flats didn't help. She fell forward with one quick scream:
TYPHONIAN ANIMAL!!
After that, she scrambled up as quick as she could, putting on her headband and arranging her glasses as quick as possible. But the creature--the Typhonian Animal--had already caught the quick yellow glint in her iris. It gave a strange smirk. A DAUGHTER, HMM? I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN. It said telepathically to her as she pressed harder back, pinning her black headband ears back against the tree, strangely resembling her fear. WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME? She asked defiantly, scourging as much courage she had left to ask that question. PLEASURE FROM MASTER SETH.
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Beatrice ran through the forest.
/crappy post. You start
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occ ;; Wow, I never knew you were so descriptive. BTW, who is her mom/dad?
Beatrice smiled and nodded. Sounds good. He said, adjusting her fuzzy cat-ear headband and leaping gracefully over a log, a small stone cat-shaped necklace bouncing against her purple tank-top.
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Ready. She said and moved her face back slightly, letting and arrow flow by. And I think we've got some competition.
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Occ ;; it's a mystery.
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Fine with me. Beatrice said and skimmed a tree quickly, bouncing easily on the branches.
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Name: Beatrice
Demigod, nymph, or human? (If demigod, whose child are you?): Child of Bastet, an Egyptian goddess (nobody said they had to be Greek)
Age (nine to nineteen): thirteen
Appearance: (picture is okay): Tall, very slender but has hidden strength. She wears a violet tank top and acid-washed jeans. Her hair is wispy and long, the color of flaming embers. Her skin is very pale. A thin-stringed necklace is around her neck, and a black obsidian cat with eyes outlined with gold sits.
Personality (no "meet them"): Beatrice is an energetic, fun-loving girl with quick reflexes. She certainly is gifted and not easy to trick.
Special power (if nymph, must be nature related. If demigod, must be parent-related. If human, skip this question): Has the unnatural details of a cat, meaning skill, intelligence, and other things like that.
Weapon of choice besides a bow: Her wits and talent, plus her fighting skill and bladed arm-bands.
Other: Can she have an Ic joining? -
Thanks. The next part's on me. She gave a sneaky smile and closed her eyes. Opening her eyes, she let out a strange cry, mimicking the sound of an eagle. She saw the guards on duty run off to find it.
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Just jump in.
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Beatrice flinched, as the two boys arrived, not knowing that they weren't believing in her religion. What do you mean, what is it? She exclaimed, glancing at the angry creature.
occ ;; BTW, you guys can play the animal. It's an NPC.
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occ ;; non-player character
ic ;; She smiled. Seems so. Beatrice replied and stood up, regaining her strength. She lept at the creature, arms raking down it's snout with the spiked armbands.
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occ ;; I never noticed you had little Loki in that pic!
Beatrice flipped in midair, landing silently on the ground. She adjusted her headband and looked around the clearing.
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The creature roared and staggered, reaching around to snap at Jake.
Beatrice nodded and took the chance when it was distracted, swinging her arm to the side of it's neck.
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Occ ;; Yep, jump in.
The creature's fangs scraped against the shield as it withdrew.
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It howled, a screech following. It's head swerved to one side, blinded and trying to find the demigod.
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She stood up, seeing that the creature was defeated. Thanks. She said. Where exactly is this?