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  1. Adelaide Young

    Addie's Entrance

    For once, Addie shut up and listened, trying to absorb as much information as she could. She certainly had questions, but she bit her tongue until the other woman finished speaking before letting the floodgates open. "Right, so if the Greek Gods are all real, does that mean the Christian God isn't? Are the other Gods from different religions too? Or do we just know about the Greek ones because they... what'd you call it, "claim us"? Also, you said most other people get attacked by monsters on their trip here, so why wasn't I? Are you guys sure that I'm one of these... Half Bloods? Also, couldn't you guys come up with a better name? Half Blood seems kind of derogatory to me, honestly. Half God sounds a lot cooler." She took a gasp of air, all of her words having rushed out in a single breath. She'd thought she had more questions in her, the whole thing was still terribly confusing, but nothing else of importance came to her concretely. "And uhm, this isn't like... real camping, right? I mean there're cabins, but we don't have to like... cook around a fire all the time, do we? There's like air conditioning and heat and running water?" It was a stupid petty question, but as someone who'd spent most of her days in a comfortable apartment, Addie wasn't sure she could live under different conditions for too long.
  2. Adelaide Young

    Addie's Entrance

    Addie was honestly surprised when someone actually opened the door. She was shocked speechless for a moment, only nodded as she followed the other girl into the house. But as soon as the warm air hit her, she quickly found her voice again. "Yeah, um, you guys really need to do something about that stupid satyr that brought me here? They didn't even know the way? I'm pretty sure we were on a bus to California for like three hours before they realized we were going in the complete wrong direction. Not that I know where I am, really, but still? Maybe don't use that guy anymore." She followed the girl --Lilythe-- and plopped herself down on the couch as soon as it was offered, bags slumping to the floor. "But yeah, uh, my name's Addie by the way. Adelaide Young. I don't really know too much, only that like, my dad apparently wasn't my real dad? Something about a god or whatever? Honestly, that satyr is really shitty as his job, like no offense or anything."
  3. Adelaide Young

    Addie's Entrance

    She hadn't known what to expect. The satyr who'd brought her to the camp had been pretty vague when describing what it was like, and had dashed away into the woods just as soon as they'd dropped her off at the camp's entrance. Come to think of it, that satyr hadn't seemed very competent from the very beginning: Addie didn't know all that much about United States geography, but she knew it didn't take a whole week to go from one coast to the other, and they'd not gone even that far and the journey had taken them twice as long. Whatever, good riddance to the satyr. Addie had other things to do than think about that stupid creature. Like figure out where the hell she was supposed to be going. There weren't really any signs to point out the right direction, but the big house nearby seemed like a decent place to start. Picking up the few bags she'd brought with her, Addie marched confidently up to the door, ignoring the tiny seed of self-doubt that told her to try checking the rest of the area first. She'd already decided on this plan, and before she knew it, her hand had moved on its own and was knocking at the door. Hopefully there'd be an answer. And hopefully they were more competent than the stupid satyr had been.
  4. Adelaide Young

    Activity Check! Activity Check #1

    Alias: SevCharacter: Adelaide YoungKeeping/Retiring/Inactive: Keeping
  5. Adelaide Young

    Approved Adelaide Young

    Adelaide Alexandria Young General Information First Name: Adelaide Last Name: Young Godly Parent: Mortal Parent: Erica Young Mortal Siblings: Lucas Young, older brother Other significant relatives? Michael Young, 'father' Place of Birth: Chicago, Illinois Age: 13 Date of Birth: October 14th, 2005 Spoken Languages: English, Spanish Pets: Lucille, a ginger cat Items of Importance: A silver charm bracelet given to her by her mother Weapons: Prefers words over weapons; currently armed with nothing but her fists Skills: Appearance Face Claim: Millie Bobby Brown Eyes: Brown Hair: Brown Height: 5'0" General Appearance: Other than her slender stature, Addie would consider herself pretty average when it comes to appearance. She's maybe a bit on the shorter side, and barely 90 pounds soaking wet. Her skin is fair, and so far she's been lucky enough to only deal with pubescent acne in just minor bouts. Addie keeps her hair cut short, rarely letting it grow past her chin. When she does decide it's grown too long, she'll take a razor to it all --or if she can find someone who's somewhat competent with hair, to just half of it. She's not yet started growing into her "woman's body," something that has her a bit worried, In fact, with her short hair and androgynous body type, Addie frequently finds strangers referring to her in masculine pronouns. Personality Likes: Skyscrapers, strawberries, hot chocolate, all baby animals, exploring Dislikes: Strangers thinking she's a boy, bugs, brussels sprouts, thunder, coffee Strengths: Resilient, Optimistic, Eager, Trustworthy, Pascifist Weaknesses: Gullible, Impulsive, Short-sighted, People pleaser, Passive Fatal Flaw: Naivete; Addie has always been overtrusting of people and seriously struggles to see that some people aren't always operating for the "greater good." General Character Traits: Addie is a pretty friendly girl, but trusting to a fault. It's a wonder she managed to survive walking the streets of Chicago alone with how easily and readily she trusts anyone's word. The idea that some people are just inherently bad exists in her mind, but she struggles to bring it into reality. She's the sort who'd hand over all the money in her wallet because someone told her they didn't have money to feed their family that night. She's the sort who tends to jump right into any idea and leave the mess that it creates for future Addie to deal with. So long as it doesn't involve any form of violence, that is. Any conflict that Addie manages to find herself in, she prefers to handle with words rather than fighting. She's never had any experience fighting before, and just judging by her small build, she doesn't expect she'd be very good at it. History Up until about three months ago, Adelaide Young's life had been completely normal, or at least as normal as a thirteen-year-old is willing to believe their life is. She'd been the second and so far last child born to Erica and Michael Young, her brother Lucas born just two years earlier. She's never really known anything other than the city. There was the odd field trip to some state park or whatever in school, but Addie never found herself drawn to the outdoors. It was the concrete jungle that comforted her, the sounds of the streets her lullaby. And it wasn't until recently that Addie even thought to question her parentage. No one had ever given her reason to. Not until that Satyr came to visit. He spouted some nonsense about Gods and Demigods and all sorts of things that even Addie knew couldn't possibly be true. But at the same time, it was hard to argue what was real and not to a man hiding goat legs under his jeans. Addie honestly still isn't sure whether or not she's meant to be at Camp Halfblood. She's not heard anything from her supposed Godly parent, and besides just what were apparently the basic gifts for demigods, she never noticed anything out of the ordinary about herself. Before being told about demigods, she'd always just assumed she was good at athletics, not superhuman. More than anything, Addie misses her family. She's never been away from them for longer than the odd weekend sleepover before, so now, having spent 3 months at camp, Addie is starting to get homesick. Out of Character Alias: Sev How old are you IRL?: 24 How did you hear about us? Lilythe Have you read and do you agree to the site rules? Yes Other Characters?: N/A Is this character fulfilling a want ad? No If yes, for which member? N/A Roleplay Sample The silence of the Slytherin Common Room was killing her. She'd tried, like almost every other student, to do better this year: finally do her homework, study for quizzes, and at the very least, pay attention in class. But after not even ten minutes of trying to do her classwork, Cassie grew bored. With a slam of her book, she stood up, eyes daring the rest of the room to say something about the sudden noise she'd made. She scanned the room for a moment, grinning when she spotted the white blond hair she'd been looking for. "Hey Scor, meet me on the pitch in fifteen." She didn't bother waiting for a reply, just turned and disappeared into the girl's dormitory. But in fifteen, she was there on the pitch, a heavy bag slung over her shoulder and her broom in hand. The dark school robes had been replaced with a brighter and much more revealing matching athletic top and shorts, and she'd tied her curly dark hair back to keep it from sticking to her face. Her partner hadn't shown up yet, and so Cassie tossed her bag and broom to the ground, letting her own body follow suit with a flop. She stretched out in the grass, staring up at the clear sky. This sort of silence she could deal with --the sort of silence that wasn't real because nature was still there making its music. After a few moments, the petite girl reached for her bag, grabbing the tiny golden ball that had been stuffed in one of its pockets. The practice snitch had been a Christmas gift from her father last year and was Cassie's prized possession. Still, it'd gained a number of dents and scratches from the last year. She tossed it lazily up in the air, the snitch's wings spreading just as lazily. It hovered for a moment before she snatched it back up, only to toss it back up again, returning the golden orb's freedom. Mature Content Preferences For each question, score from 0-5 0 = hard limit; no tolerance - do not cross this line 1 = reference only 2 = soft limit; approach with caution 3 = permitted; use infrequently but without explicit detail 4 = neutral; use infrequently with explicit detail 5 = no limit; open to whatever goes; explicit detail Erotic Content Sensitive Subjects Sex: 5 Incest: 4 Humiliation: 5 Sex toy use: 5 Sex With Minors (character only- NOT underage Members): 4 Rape: 4 Sexual Assault: 4 Fisting: 5 Blood: 5 Menstrual Blood: 5 Urolagnia (urine): 4 Homosexuality: 5 Heterosexuality: 5 Bi-sexuality: 5 Threesomes or Group Sex: 5 Scenes depicting Bulimia: 5 Scenes depicting Anorexia: 5 Scenes depicting small, dark, confined spaces: 5 Scenes depicting kidnapping: 5 Scenes depicting fertility struggles: 5 Scenes depicting self harm: 5 Scenes depicting drug use: 5 Scenes depicting alcohol use: 5 Suicide: 5 Terminal Illness: 5 Abortion/Miscarriage: 5 Racism: 5 Misogyny: 5 Misandry: 5 Transphobia: 5 Homophobia: 5 Violent Content Additional Notes Slapping: 5 Piercing/Needles: 5 Punching: 5 Biting: 5 Cutting: 5 Stabbing: 5 Domestic Abuse: 5 Animal Sacrifice: 5 Burning; i.e. branding: 5 Words Not Permitted in My Threads: n/a Additional Hard Limits: n/a Additional Things To Discuss with Me First: the above limits are my personal limits, and not specifically the limits I would be applying to this character; obviously most of these would be discussed plot-wise first anyways, and as long as they're discussed beforehand and agreed upon, I'm okay with them and Addie. 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