Jacqueline Heart

[jacqueline heart]

IF I'M A BAD PERSON

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YOU DON'T LIKE ME[/center]

Jacqueline Alice Heart

hi, my name is Lily!. i got Twenty three candles
on my birthday cake, but i've blown
out Four of them. my other characters would be none yet
and the special phrase is
Son of Neptune

I GUESS I'LL MAKE

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MY OWN WAY[/center]

NAME: Jacqueline Alice Heart
NICKNAME: Jac
GENDER: female
SEXUALITY: Straight
AGE: Fourteen
BIRTHDAY: November 13
SPECIES: demigod; greek

IT'S A CIRCLE

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A MEAN CYCLE[/center]

HEIGHT: Five feet, six inches
WEIGHT: One hundred and twenty three pounds
DISTIGUISHING FEATURES: two piercings in each earlobe
PLAYBY: Savannah Outen

I CAN'T EXCITE YOU

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ANYMORE[/center]

LIKES: Surfing, Skateboarding, Anything sweet, Pickpocketing, Music, Sports, BMX racing
DISLIKES: Dresses, Skirts, Anything girlie whatsoever, Being treated like she’s sick, Having to relay on anyone,
STRENGTHS: Stealing, Tomboy, Street smart, Singing (doesn’t show it), Acting,
WEAKNESSES: Diabetic, ADHD, Insecure, Dyslexic
DREAMS: To be a pro BMX racer
FEARS: Being alone
FATAL FLAW: Emotions
PREFERED WEAPON: bow & arrow
ABILITIES: Healing, minor light manipulation, archery skills
ANYTHING ELSE:

Jac, she likes to be called Jac, not Jacqueline or Jackie. Plain and simple Jac. How do you describe her. She's a major tomboy, grew up, I suppose you could say, on the wrong side of the tracks so to speak. She's blunt, so don't take offense if she just blurts out what she thinks.

She's a "I can take care of myself" kinda girl, so she doesn't take kindly to those men who feel they need to be chivalrous and help out a damsel in distress. She's street smart and has the attitude to prove it as well. Jac's not the richest girl on the block, but she knows how to get what she wants. She's not everyone's cuppa tea, but get to know her and you'll see a caring girl. She doesn't let her illness stop her and can often times be seen snacking on a bag of sour gummy worms on rare occasions.

Being a tomboy, and a major one at that, one wouldn't suspect Jac of knowing how to sing, but she does. She mainly uses it to calm her own nerves, or when she's in a particular creative mood will she pull out her guitar, find a nice little out of the way spot and sing.

WHERE'S YOUR GABLE

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OLYMPIAN PARENT: Apollo
MOTHER/FATHER: Natasha Heart
SIBLINGS: N/A
PETS: N/A
HISTORY:

Jac Heart was born and lived the majority of her life in Christchurch, New Zealand. The young child lived with her mother in a one bedroom loft that sat just outside of the city. There were very few times during her childhood that Jac would question her mother on the identity of her father, but would gain little information each time she asked. That was in due part to her mother knowing very little herself. Never having much of a curious nature, she left the matter well enough alone, but there would come a time where she wished she would have pressed the matter further.

It was quite clear from an obvious age that not only was the child a perfect tomboy, but she also had an extraordinary gift for music. Jac started singing at the age of four and by the time she was ten had already started to master the guitar and try her hand a little song writing, but found she preferred just plain singing to writing. Though it was in due part to her mother that the young preteen even continued to practice her singing, when she would have rather been outside in the famous New Zealand landscape trying out her latest BMX bike.

When Jac's eleventh birthday came around is when her world changed. A rush home from school on the back of her favorite bike found her home inhabited by her uncle, her mother's brother whom she had only met a few times before. The man was an eternal bachelor, but that changed when he became a parent to his niece. After her mother was killed in a car crash.

Jac threw herself into her bike racing, completely refusing to take up music. The young preteen grew quickly, without much notice of her uncle, but she didn't care. Jac loved being on her own, running around the city, and sometimes taking on the guys with races. The teen grew to be no stranger to fights, and learned a very colorful vocabulary as well.

Once her thirteenth birthday rolled around did the teen find out a shocking bit of information. One that caused a certain family member to look at her in a whole new light. And that was when she found herself claimed as it were, by her father.

Jac didn't think much of it, and still doesn't to this day. She'd much rather spend days racing, though she has found a new love and talent in archery. Even more so with her arrival at camp Half Blood. Even though she still refuses to sing in front of others, the teen will once in awhile pull out her guitar, find a nice little secluded place and allow herself to give into her first love of music.

YOU'RE NOT A JUDGE BUT

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ROLE-PLAY SAMPLE:

The sounds of the street were loud, annoyingly so, from the honking of car horns to the continuous babble of the pedestrians. The words and noises mingled together to create one fluid and slightly annoying chorus of noise. It was late afternoon, people getting off work and heading this way and that, far to busy to notice the small body of a child as she slipped between then. The falling rays of the sun glinted off her red gold hair as she made her way toward an alley opening.

It was the middle of fall, the leaves changing, the breeze holding a sharp snap of winter as it slowly approached. A small frown creased Molly's lips as she stood beside the stone wall of a neighboring building, fingers gripping onto her navy blue sweater as she stared with wide eyes toward the partially cracked kitchen door toward to Club Zero. This wasn't her first time, more then likely wouldn't be her last either as the young girl stood, easily hidden against the side of a dumpster.

It was simple, just slip in, grab a bit of food and slip out. Molly raised her hand, rubbing her fingers against her cheek and causing a smudge to appear against her pale skin. A small sniff was given as she flicked her olive green orbs toward the street, her hand lowering to clutch at the strap of a very worn Tinker Bell backpack. Each of her small digits having been stained various colors, from what was anyone's guess.

Another moment passed in which time the child took a small breath and made her way forward, hand gently pushing against the metal of the door to peek into the kitchen. It was expansive that was for certain, the vast array of scents that poured out caused her mouth to water and a distant rumble in her stomach to sound. It was clear the cooks were preparing for the evening's on rush. With each small footstep Molly eased her way into the kitchen, senses on high alert as she gave the air a small whiff.

With the help of her tip toes, Molly managed to reach over the counter and wrap her fingers around the warm outside of a roll. The baked good was plucked from the basket and shoved unceremoniously into her bag. What was next...the thought crossed her mind that it was to bad she couldn't bring a warm meal out with her. A small sigh was given as Molly made her way toward the fridge and silently peeked in. A few more items joining the roll within her bag. The large door was silently closed as the child glanced around a bit before darting out of the open door. Obviously she would be back, once this supply ran out.

WELL SENTENCE ME TO

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ANOTHER LIFE[/center]

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