SONG, cleopatra rayne

[cleo song]

IF I'M A BAD PERSON

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cleopatra rayne song

hi, my name is Zoey. i got lots candles
on my birthday cake, but i've blown
out 5 of them. my other characters would be characters
and the special phrase is
'son of neptune

I GUESS I'LL MAKE

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MY OWN WAY[/center]

NAME:cleopatra rayne song
NICKNAME:cleo... Pronounced like Chloe... Weird I know.[/color]
GENDER: female
SEXUALITY:open
AGE:17
BIRTHDAY:July 24, 1983
SPECIES: roman, cohort five, amazon [/size]

IT'S A CIRCLE

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A MEAN CYCLE[/center]

HEIGHT: 5’5”
WEIGHT: 120
DISTIGUISHING FEATURES: Eyes that are both green and blue at the same time
PLAYBY: lucy hale

I CAN'T EXCITE YOU

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ANYMORE[/center]

LIKES:

• Forgein Languages
• Horses
• Swimming
• Reading
• Learning
• Sailing
• Dolphins
• Yoga
• Movies

DISLIKES:

• ghea
• diana
• flying
• rude people
• cats
• rap
• birds
• mazes
• golf
• people who don’t recycle

STRENGTHS:

• loyal
• passionate
• smart
• sense of humor
• honest
• hand-to-hand combat
• can switch between weapons easily
• leadership
• flexible
• determined

WEAKNESSES:

• angry
• hot-headed
• trusting
• stubborn
• lonely
• quiet
• blunt
• clingy
• know-it-all
• doesn’t always listen

DREAMS:

• to get the lost 10 years back
• grow up
• to find love
• to find acceptance
• to find peace

FEARS:

• Losing anymore years
• Recaptured by Ghea
• Being alone
• having to fight for the rest of her life
• never finding inner peace

FATAL FLAW: her passionate spirit

PREFERED WEAPON: staff and tridant

ABILITIES:

• fighting
• breathing underwater
• talking to horses and creatures of the water
• slight hydrokinesis

ANYTHING ELSE:
cleo’s desperate to find inner peace, she despises the anger that lives inside herself and spends most of her time trying to calm, the calm she often feels sitting by water. she’s torn between hating her roman roots and revaling in them. she often finds herself resenting the gods for their treatment of their children and humanity as a whole. she blames them for many of the tragedies that have befallen demi-gods including her mother’s death. her amazonian nature causes more problems with this need for peace, and while she is a proud amazon she is often battling her very ideas when it comes to battles and quest.
cleo just wants to find where that she belongs. with people who love and care about her well-being and whom she can trust. she deems this as one of the keys to finding her inner peace. now that she’s discovers that she has brothers and possibly sisters she is desperate to connect to each of them as the only family she has left. but the existence of amazon opens up a new type of life and family options for cleo and cleo is often left wondering is her place in new rome or the new amazon nation?

WHERE'S YOUR GABLE

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OLYMPIAN PARENT:neptune
MOTHER: mary-elizabeth song
SIBLINGS: ---
PETS: ---
HISTORY:

Many men wanted her, she was considered one of the most beautiful and power women in Washington D.C. in the early 1980s. Mary-Elizabeth Song was born into a line of women that in American society defied social norms. For the past four generations the Song women had taken an Amazonian approach to their lives. Women in their line were taught to be strong, to be able to defend themselves, to be self-sufficient, and above all never let a man see you cry. Named for queens and legends of the Songs lived by the creed, “Look like Venus, act like Juno.” It was with this creed in mind that Mary-Elizabeth went to Washington with, her goal to defend those that she deemed worthy. While she began lobbying for women’s rights, and things that most would assume she would fight for it wasn’t until she was hired by the Oceanic Institute did she find something that she could support and not feel like a cliché. It was while fighting for funding for the development of projects to protect the ocean did she catch the attention of a man who began to covet her.

Irvine Hudson was known for three things, his good looks, his passionate defense against polluting water, and his charm. However it was none of things that drew Mary-Elizabeth to him, “I have met many men who are passionate, good looking, and charming, why should you be any different from them?” she had said to the aqua eyed, raven haired, tan skinned man. “You’ll choose me because you can wear six inch heels with me and I’m still taller. You’ll choose me because something in your gut reacts to me, both terrified and excited. And you’ll choose me because I will never tie you down my glorious Amazon.” And he was right, while she had met many men none excited her or terrified her like Irvine Hudson. None challenge her and made her feel powerful like he did. And when she woke in the morning to find herself alone in her bed, none had made her coveted them.

Three month after their encounter Mary-Elizabeth Song found herself with child. The life growing inside her excited her. She became determined that her daughter would be the strongest of all the Song women. She never considered if the child was male, no, Mary-Elizabeth would only ever have a daughter. The daughter of the one man that could have tamed Mary-Elizabeth: but cared enough not to. She resigned from Washington turning her attention South to Texas. Buying a small company in Houston Mary-Elizabeth focused on building her empire and preparing for her daughter. It was night of June 23 when Mary-Elizabeth’s daughter decided to come, a storm like no other raged outside, a dark fog began to roll in like Houston had never seen before. Mary-Elizabeth had planned on a hospital birth, looking outside she knew that it was never going to happen. She couldn’t risk driving herself to the hospital. The knocking on the door surprised her, no one was expected, least of all him, but there he stood. Irvine Hudson, his raven hair dry, his aqua eyes filled with strain and worry, he pushed his way in. “We’ve got to get you into a tub.” Mary-Elizabeth’s natural defenses raised. “Song women have been delivering daughters for decades, we don’t need a man…”but she was interrupted by the passionate embrace of Irvine. “You stubborn Amazon, she’s a child of water, it will be easier on her.” He quickly filled the tub with water, “You have to wait till 12:01.” Irvine ordered. “Are you… she’s coming now.” Mary-Elizabeth screamed. Irvine kneeled by the tub placing his lips by Mary-Elizabeth’s trembling stomach, “Hush little pearl, I know you’re in a rush but be still for a little while longer.” At 12:01 the cries of an infant filled the house. Irvine wrapped the infant in a pink blanket of the softest satin. “We’ve been waiting for you little pearl, happy summer solstice,” Irvine whispered in her ear. “You are you? Why on the solstice?” Mary-Elizabeth asked too tired to try to force the man to hand her the infant. “This little pearl, they will sing songs of her greatness. The daughter of an Amazonian princess and Neptune, oh yes, they will sing songs of her greatness,” If only Mary-Elizabeth had known that her joy would be short lived.

“So you see, my beautiful Cleopatra, that you come from a long line of women who will always stand up for what they believe in. and know that no matter what, you are an Amazonian princess, and that means you take what you fairly earned, you love fiercely, and you remain loyal till your dying breath.” The sleeping three year old snuggled closely to her mother, dark locks a mixture of mother and father, cascading in lose curls down her back. Her ever changing oceanic eyes, hidden behind their lids: lifting the child into the air Mary-Elizabeth laid her daughter on the bed of water covering her with a blue velvet comforter. She smiled as she heard the sloshing of the water trapped in the plastic that soothed her daughter into a deeper sleep. “A waterbed? How very retro of you.” Mary-Elizabeth turned to find the beautiful Irvine Hudson behind her. “She sleeps better with the contast sound of water around her. What brings you from the water?” “A warning, you must stop with the tales of the Amazons.” Irvine warned. “Why, she’s an Amazonian princess. She will be raised with tales of her people, tales of her father…” Mary-Elizabeth was quickly cut off by Irvine hands grasping her shoudlers shaking her. “You arrogant woman, do not in cure the wrath of ancient things that you don’t understand. You were not raised an Amazon, she is a princess by lineage only. She has not been taught their ways, you do not want to borrow trouble. I’ve allowed her to stay with you because…” Mary-Elizabeth’s laughter cut off the Roman God of the Sea, “Allowed her to stay with me, I am her mother.” “And I am her father, do not test me Mary-Elizabeth.” “Father, she’s never even met you.” Mary-Elizabeth scoffed. It was then that argocany became friends with disator. “Mama,” a small female voice whispered as little fist wiped the sleep from stomry green and blue eyes. “Cleopatra, look who’s come to visit you, your father, Neptune.” Mary-Elizabeth said pulling the child out of bed and into her arms. Neptune’s own blue-green eyes were reflected in the little, angelic face that broke out in a smile. “Daddy?” she asked in a whisper. Neptune took his sea pearl from her mother and held her close kissing her forehead, “You’ve no idea what you’ve done Mary-Elizabeth. I just hope it doesn’t cost us, our daughter.”

Her bags were packed, white sheets covered everything in the beach house. Her grandmother told her the moving company would be in to take it to storage in the weekend. She looked down at the black dress she wore, her black hair tucked behind each other her ears, her green-blue eyes welling with tears. Her mother was dead, attacked by a wild boar while she was running. One in a million chances of a boar attack being fatal the officers had said. Her grandmother had sighed and shook her head muttering you can only push the gods so far. It was not the first time that she had heard talk of gods. One of her disciplines had been to recite all the Roman gods starting with the most powerful Jupiter, if she ever forgot one or got any out of order, it was a mile of running. “Do I have to run anymore?” Cleo looked up at her grandmother. It seemed like such a silly thing to be thinking about. “What?” her grandmother looked at her confused, “When I messed up the Roman gods, or Amazonian queens, mama made me run, will I have to do that anymore?” Cleo explained. “I don’t know Cleo, but remember the family creed no matter what…” her grandmother said expecting Cleo to pick up with reciting the creed, “Look like Venus, act like Juno.” “Good girl, now are these all your bags?” Cleo nodded, her grandmother escorted Cleo to the door. Outside stood a limo, was intimidating, Cleo hated them. They always drew attention and the last thing that Cleo needed was more attention. “Be well my girl,” her grandmother said kissing her check.

The limo wound down to the marina, “Excuse me…” Cleo began as the door opened. Looking up at the extremely tall man Cleo tried hard to hide her fear. He was tall with wide, vivid red hair and a patch over one eye. “Your father wishes to speak to you,” his voice was scratchy and rough, like he wasn’t used to using it. Cleo slide out of the limo, she could see the massive sail boat docked with her father standing next to it. She quietly walked down the marina unsure what the man wanted. He had popped in an out of her life since she was little. “Hello Cleopatra.” Irvine said looking down at her. “You missed the funeral,” was all Cleo could think to respond. Neptune nodded, “I’m sorry it couldn’t be avoided, you know where your going?” “Grandmother says it’s a private school in Rome. That was the compromise that you made with her. She didn’t want me living at Camp Jupiter year round. That I’ll attend till I graduate, she promised to bring me home during holidays, and that during the summer I’ll attend Camp Jupiter.” Cleo recited. Neptune looked sadly at her, “I think you would be happier at Camp Jupiter year round…” “Diana killed my mother didn’t she? For boasting about being an Amazon princess, I want nothing to do with Romans gods or demi gods or Amazons. My mother’s fantasy is over. I maybe your daughter, but from what I learned I won’t be anymore welcome there then my mother would be in the Amazon nation. So I’ll do this, I’ll do what you require, but I refuse to be happy about it. Please Dad, just, leave me alone. “

For five years Cleo lived a life she loved. During the term she attended a private boarding school in Rome, often finding other demi god children there, her best friend being a daughter of Furrina. Known as one of the most brilliant and dedicated students Cleo was favored by teachers and honored among her peers. Few had bad words against the dark hair beauty. Talented at steeple chasing and swimming, Cleo could always be counted on to place during meets. In the classroom Cleo excelled in foreign languages and science. During the breaks there was always a boat chartered with her grandmother waiting on board to take them wherever they had decided to take their most recent holiday. In the summer Camp Jupiter trained Cleo to be a fierce competitor, though popular at school, the other demi gods were weary of the daughter of Neptune. During her final term with Camp Jupiter, Cleo received a message that her grandmother had been injured in a car accident. Against the advice of many at Camp Jupiter, Cleo was last seen boarding a plane to Houston July 24, 2001, the day of her seventeenth birthday.

In 2011 a dark hair female was found staggering towards the entrance of the Camp Jupiter, bloody and caked with dirt Roman Legionaries quickly assessed the female and found her to be a camp member recognizable by the tattoo on her wrist. After being cleaned up and her wounds tended the questions began. It was determined that the girl was Cleopatra Rayne Song who had went missing nearly ten years ago. Many fought this idea, how was it possible that the girl had not aged at all? What had happen to her, where had she been? Cleo refused to tell anyone of what had happen only adding to the suspicions. Rumors flew that Jupiter had struck the plane down and imprisoned her, that Cleo had someone how found the power of immortality, few knew the truth till she was challenged by another legionary. Angry for what had happen to her, rage enveloped Cleo until it was only the desperate screams of her challenger that jolted her. In pain, anger, and desperation Cleo released the Amazonian battle cry of her people and broke her staff in two. After the battle she admitted to only one person where she had been imprisioned, how she had been trained by Amazonian queens from the past, and how her captor,Gia, had planned to use her against Rome and it’s gods. Now Cleo struggles to recapture then last ten years of her life that she lost.

YOU'RE NOT A JUDGE BUT

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ROLE-PLAY SAMPLE:

The wind played havoc with her dark hair as it pushed it too and fro. Her eyes remained closed as she breathed in with her nose, 1…2…3… and out with her mouth, 1…2…3… She had been trying so desperately to maintain the constant peace she found within the hour she did yoga by the ocean. Her two natures completely at war with each other, she often wondered if it were possible to be related to more than one god a time. There was a part of her that was angry. The part that could scream and burn down villages, and fight to the death. Then there was a part of her that craved this peace. Her Amazonian instructors often said that it was her duel natures that would make her a good queen, but until she found a balance between them she would simply feel the pain. Pulling her foot closer to the back of her head while standing on the opposite she focused deeper on her breath in 1…2…3… and out 1…2…3…. It had been Hippolyta that had taught her the importance of mediation and communion with nature. A fierce warrior Hippolyta had said it was as important to find inner peace as it was to defend realms of peace. As thoughts of Hippolyta entered, with them others, bruises, bleeding, the cruel nature of some her tutors, laughter at her tears, mocking of her longing for home. Soon she found herself crashing into the sand with a loud gasp.

Head hung between her knees she sighed, all she wanted was peace. It was the gentle hand on her dark strands that drew her attention up. There standing before her with a sad smile that she had seen too often in regards to her was her father, Neptune. “My little sea pearl, fighting so hard to find the surface.” Cleopatra Rayne Song opened her blue-green eyes to find matching ones staring back at her. “I just don’t want to drown.” Cleo said as if that explained everything, and to her father it did. Somehow Cleo knew that he understood. He had watched her struggles when it came to her two warring natures. “There are many things that you’re going to do in time Cleo, drown isn’t among them.” Neptune stated with a smile. “You’ll find your peace soon.”Cleo looked up at him, “If you say so dad. But Amazons…” “And you are only part Amazon. Have faith” Cleo couldn’t help the sigh that escaped as Neptune ran his fingers threw her dark hair. When she looked up again, he was gone.

WELL SENTENCE ME TO

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