Post by sparrow on Jun 30, 2012 18:54:18 GMT -5
Excuse me if I don't fit in with the norm. Take the beaten path. Follow the mandated character app. But at the risk of sounding cliche, that's not my style. Don't worry, I'll tell you what you need to know. My name is Gwendolyn Anne Korax. My mother is Eris, goddess of strife. And yes, I am her model offspring, in every possible way. I am nineten years old and you may call me your highness. I'm kidding. I'm tall as far as girls go; I'm well built with a subtle and well molded hourglass shape. My hair is dark brown, almost black at times, and my eyes are blue and piercing. I'm different from my mother in only one way: I attract others where she repels them. Which is just as well I suppose, it does help with the whole discord-spreading spiel. Oh yes, I've held on to that portion of my heritage. You'd be shocked at how fulfilling it is.
My personality...yes. People do tend to be confused about that. I like to think that I'm coy, clever, quick on my feet. I would say that I'm rather witty at times, even if I do turn a cold shoulder to relationships. You could say I'm a schemer, but then you'd be understating my power. I'm not just a schemer, I'm a manipulator, a liar, a gossip. Your business is my business, love, and I'll find out what I need to know to spread discord. I love to lie. I love to see just how far my powers of distorting truth and peace can take me. People's reactions when I instigate arguments, and the way they trot off and do exactly what I want, and the absolutely ridiculous ease with which I can sow dissension...That's the nectar that the gods dine on my dear. Oh, they blame it on my mother, but they all do their fair share of manipulation and instigation too. And why not? It's so sinfully sweet. I suppose you should know that I'm wonderfully strong, if not the most skilled with weapons. But it's my pace that makes me lethal. When I move in for the kill, there will be no hesitation. Because death is only the final lie.
My mother didn't care for me or love me like most mothers do. She trained me, from my earliest youth. She never returned me to my father (I haven't the slightest idea who the man is), but instead she threw me into situations until I overcame them. When I succeeded, she rewarded me and threw me into a new problem. She taught me to get my way and subdue others by any means possible. She is a wonderful goddess. When she thought I had learned enough, could take care of myself and "take care" of others, she sent me to camp. And here, I've only risen in greatness. I occaisionally spend time with a few worthy others, there's a daughter of Athena who sould probably be my twin, but for the most part, I'm a loner. I like it that way. I can plot and scheme. Go ahead and watch your back, but you won't see me coming.
