Post by cheshire on May 10, 2011 21:47:06 GMT -7
[/i] mother, alive.
"Do you ever wonder about those poor under privileged kids of Thor? Yeaa, me neither. "
The Basics
name. Fagan Lay
nicknames/aliases. Fay
age. Seventeen
grade. Junior
occupation. Huntress, if that counts. She's also gives music lessons.
sexuality. Well, thing is: I'm devoted to a virgin goddess. I don't do boys, or anyone.
olympian. Apollo, but she has chosen to become a Huntress in her aunt's name.
mortal relatives.
edith lay; grandmother, alive.[/ul]
Physical Statistics
height. five, one
weight. one-hundered-fifteen pounds
hair color. red
eye color. blue
Lets Get More Personal
likes. Fagan has a love and a great talent for music, passed on to her by her father. She man play many different instrustments and has a beautiful singing voice. She loves being warm, and she loves jokes and puns. Besides music, her second favorite thing is archery. It's probably against the rules and all, but she likes a guy with green eyes. Just saying, green's a pretty color for eyes.
dislikes. She hates bad grammar, especially when she has to read it written out. She hates having her picture taken, and is terrified of clowns. Way long story, but just know that some people are just not cut out to work small children's birthday parties. She hates sword training, and she probably shouldn't mention this, but she's not a big fan of Hera. After all, the Queen hindered her father and aunt's births.
personality. Fagan is probably the most unprofessional Huntress there ever was. She would never sleep with a guy, but she has this bad habit of flirting. She just can't seem to help herself; must be the Sun tides in her blood. Still, she takes her choice and her duty to her aunt serioulsy; but some boys are just so cute. Fagan loves serving in Artemis' name, and would never do anything to jeopardize that. She has enough respect for the basic and foundamental rules.
Otherwise, Fagan is a friendly, happy person. She has a hot temper, but it takes a lot to bring it out of her. When it's drawn, there's no turning back. You will witness a temper tantrum worthy of the Gods. Usually shooting something on the range or playing a jazzy tune on her alto sax will calm her down.
Fagan is very loyal; showing the deepest devotion to her siblings and Sisters. Family is very important to her, and friends are a close second. She trusts very easily, perhaps too easily; and when she is betrayed it's complete heartbreak for her. She can be as angsty as any teenager, but is usually in a bright, sunny mood. She has a good sense of humor, and is pretty funny when you get her going.
history. Fagan grew up in Pittsburgh, Pa. The only family she'd ever known was her mother and grandmother. She knew very well what she was and who her father was; her mother had told her thousands of times how they had met over in Greece. But there was always a sense of doubt lingering around her. Was this even possible? She got her answer on her seventh birthday, when Apollo showed up at the local Chuck E. Cheese's unexpected.
It was a bit of a weird day. First she had to deal with spazz-child Grant, who kept throwing pepperoni slices at her. Then this stranger appears at her party; only, he's not a stranger. Her mother knows him.
The third weird thing was that an arcade game exploding. It was so random. There was a small fire burning, and one of the worker's rushed over with a fire extinguisher to put it out. Instead of being smothered by the white foam, the fire flew from the destroyed game, and wrapped around Fagan; forming a giant snake. The fire coiled around her, but she didn't scream out in pain. The fire snake slithered up the length of the girl's body, and exploded in a bright sun above her head. The sparks fell down, but Fagan was still unharmed.
Everyone was staring at what had just happened. Of course, most of the people standing there had not seen the magical fire coil around the girl; or the bright sun bursting above her head. But her mother had seen, and Apollo had watched from the table; sipping on his coke.
Happy birthday, daughter, he said with a warm smile.
It was on her seventh birthday that Fagan was claimed by her Olympian father. After that day, Fagan's faith never wavered. She loved her father with all her heart, despite his absence. She bombed her mother for answers, asking for even more detail on how she and Apollo had met.
Morgan was an archaeology student working on a dig site North of Athens. She'd gotten left behind by accident, and a man picked her up just as the Sun was setting. He took her to a little bar for dinner; and at some point in time the man and the wine managed to talk her into singing some karaoke.
Morgan had a beautiful, oparetic voice, and the man found himself love struck; sitting at that little table. Sometime later, Fagan was the front page news for Morgan and the man. The man confessed himself to his lover, and stayed with her through out the long nine months; even calling for his sister to look on Morgan with favor during her labor. And that was the origion of Fagan Lay.
Sadly, her origion story is more exciting then her early life story. Either Fagan was very unimportant, or Pittsburgh was much more polluted then people thought. Monsters were never a problem for Fagan, even once she hit that critical era of the Tweenies; when her powers were suppose to emerge.
On her thirteenth birthday, she went to Half Blood Camp for the summer, and that was when the war began. She was fresh, and she was scared. She got cornered by a terrible monster; but just as it was about to strike, the fiend was brought down by a silver arrow. Fagan looked up to see a beautiful woman standing between the trees. Fagan had never seen her, but she instantly knew who she was. It was at that moment Fagan knew she would devote her life to the Goddess of the Hunt.
The war passed, and soon Half Blood Academy was founded. She had been staying at the Camp year round, and went along to the new academy where she has been training and being the rebel flirt of Artemis.
abilities. Fagan is a master archer; but that's a given. What child of Apollo couldn't shoot a bow like a champ? Fagan has a high tolerance of pain, which may just be her stubborness; but she's noticed that small wounds and bruises heal much quicker if she exposes them to the sun light. She is a prodigy when it comes to music; and her singing can put people to sleep, if she so wishes. She's knows that there's a possibility that she may be able to control fire, after all fire was how her father claimed her; but she just can't seem to get control over the flames. She keep trying though, trying to use music like a snake charmer would to control a cobra.
weaknesses. Fagan is scared of clowns. Now, it's hard to say when she'll be battling a clown with bronze swords, but she has nightmares about the event. When Fagan was younger, she injured her left knee in a basketball came. It could've been much worse, but the healing abilities gifted to her prevented all that. Now it's just an old trick knee. It often acts up when it rains or when it's cold. Because of the knee, she's kind of slow for a demi-god.
Fagan's flirty nature can be an issue too; especially in the presence of other Huntresses. She sees nothing wrong with it, and continues her innocent play. If Artemis was unhappy with her she'd have known by now. Fagan is stubborn though, and it has caused some problems in the past.
other information. Fagan has a bow, given to her by her father on her seventh birthday. It's magical, and can transform into a simple, wooden bracelet when not in use. It is a Recurve bow, made of Yew and Hickory. The silk string that it is strung with will never break. Another plus: the bow will never miss a shot, ever. The catch: the arrow shot must have Griffen feathers in the fletching. Well where does one aquire such a thing? They don't, because who has time and guts to collect Griffen feathers? Luckily, the bow came with three such arrows. However once was broken during the war, and Fagan was never able to retrieve the feathers. So now she only has two magic Griffen arrows.
OOC Information
web name. cheshire
contact. pm mee, (:
play by. deborah ann woll
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