Post by Themis on Nov 30, 2008 22:06:11 GMT -5
THEMIS
JUST; INTELLIGENT; BEAUTIFUL
JUST; INTELLIGENT; BEAUTIFUL
' ' BEHIND THE SCENE
Your name:Juliean ad at Parker Prep
How long have you been RPing?3 years
Where/How did you find us?
BACK TO BASICS ' '
Name:
Age: immortal; appears to be in her twenties
Type: Titan
Gender:female
Orientation:straight
Title/Position: Embodiment of Divine Order
Occupation: n/a
Nationality: n/a
' ' STRIKE A POSE
Celeb you're using:Anne Hathaway
Skin:light//fair
Eyes:brown
Hair:brown
Markings or Scars:none
Body type: slender with slight visible muscle tone
Clothing: Themis habitually wears the standard peplos, but with a twist. While many women wear the peplos with both shoulders covered, Themis usually wears hers off to one side. The lack of balance may seem a contradiction, but that is exactly the point; everything about Themis centers around balance, the lack of symmetry is her own private joke. Themis pulls her brown locks back, away from her face in a ponytail. Three gold bands hold back stray hairs from her face, representing the rule of three.
Overall Description: Themis has dark hair that flows past her shoulders on the rare occasions that she lets it go free. The dark chocolate color resembles the shade of her eyes. She wears minimal make-up, the gods are naturally beautiful. However, she does wear make-up to bring out her eyes. She is rather tall and very slender. The most distingishing feature of Themis is her eyes, hence the emphasis she puts on them. Her eyes reveal intelligence and compassion but can also fill with temper. More often that not, she shield her emotions from her expression to portray objectivity; when she does not close herself off, her eyes reflect her emotions.
LET'S GET TO KNOW YOU BETTER ' '
Personality Description: The most important thing to Themis is justice. She has a cool head and can be at times cruel (though rarely), but she is always just. It is very fitting that this is the area she presides over. Themis knows how to keep things in balance, she can be serious but also fun. She is logical at all times.
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Likes:
- justice
- logic
- the ocean
- philosophers
- books
- law
- intelligence
- being respected
- the sun
- balance
- dogs (larger breeds)
- education
- tradition
- family
- her children
- courage
- temperance
- pruedence
Dislikes:
- disobedience
- injustice
- cowardice
- impulsive decisions
- unprovoked attack
- ignorance
- having hair in her eyes
- rashness
- vigilanties
- god complexes in mortals
- disloyalty
- ungrateful people
Strength:
- strong sense of balance
- fair
- intelligent
- can see all sides to an argument
- beauty
- wise
- honest
Weaknesses:
- over-analyzes
- at times too level headed
- favors true philosophers
- At times brutally honest
- ripes others' arguments to shreads
- obsessive at times
Powers/Abilities:
- deals out just punishment
- has visions of the future
- can change her appearance to take the form of mortals
' ' WELCOME TO MY LIFE
Spouse/Lover: formerly Zeus
Relationship Status: single
Family: children with Zeus
The Horae//The Hours
The Moirae//The Fates
History: working on[/red]
ANYTHING ELSE ' '
Roleplaying Sample: As Catherine's brown eyes widened at the boy her cheeks twinged with anger and embarrassment even as her pulse still hummed in her veins. She was angry to be tricked so easily. Usually she was much cleverer than to be outsmarted so easily. She had let her fear get to her and Gair Dwyer had capitalized on that it seemed. The atmosphere of the house had spoked her and rather than stop fear in its takes with logic, Catherine had simply let it seize her. But, that wasn't the only thing that annoyed her, more importantly Gair Dwyer had made a fool out of her. There was no denying it. The only thing she could do was try to accept the fact with grace. She would have been capable of doing just that if her heart slow down.
A feeling in the pit of her stomach told her that it wasn't simply fear and annoyance that had her blood pounded. The boy in front of her was incredibly good-looking. Catherine wasn't one to get hung up on looks though. No matter how attractive he was, she wasn't one to simply fall for a pretty face. She was his opposite appearance wise; her hair was dark to his blonde; her eyes simply brown to his blue; her skin pale to his tanned. Her study of him had only lasted a moment while he spoke to her, answering her question, teasing her. She was struck by the musical quality to his voice,clearly he was from Ireland. Somehow the Irish always managed to sound different from mainland Brits. If it weren't for the teasing note she could have lost herself in his speech. When she realized this, she decided to put a stop to it immediately. She would not fall for a boy that had made a fool out of her.
When he was done speaking, she lifted her chin a bit into the air and prayed most of the color ahd fled from her cheeks. If not, she would simply dismiss it as anger at being em brassed. She had already decided it was wisest not to bother denying he had gotten her frightened. Denying it would be insult on top of injury. She was trying hard to work up to being angry with him but it was hard when he was being so polite. Gair had even bothered with cleaning off his hand before extending it to her. She noted how dust covered he was, she hadn't noticed that at a first glance. The gesture surprised her, most boys wouldn't bother with cleaning off before shaking hands. He clearly had some sense of proper manners.
After removing one of her gloves, Catherine took the offered hand. "My name is Catherine. It's nice to meet you as well Gair, even if you did scare the five years off of my life." she told him, shorting her name. Most of the time Catherine left off any last name when speaking to her fellow students. In all honesty, she didn't always know which name to use. Some of her family went by Kent, some by Windsor, there really was no official last name. Her full name and title were only used when she was meeting some one that she had already taken an instant disliking to. Though she disliked that Gair had scared her, she couldn't find it in her heart to hate him for it. Besides, she had decided to make light of it.
It seemed they had the same reason for investigating the house though, Catherine hadn't dared to climb to the second floor. The noises that had put her off before were likely Gair trying to frighten her. "It seems we were both here for the same reasons." Catherine began, deciding how much she wanted to tell him. As she had already embarrassed herself once, she figured she might as well get the whole story out. "I never believed in ghosts until I arrived at Hogwarts. Frankly, it was a bit of a rude awakening for me to be wrong. I don't like being wrong and I don't like being made a fool of." she said, her tone taking on an edge with the last few statements as her brown eyes narrowed at him. "Naturally, once I knew I was wrong, I decided to find out all I could about ghosts. Some accuse me of overcompensating for knowledge I once lacked, I call it being thorough." she told him, making she her tone had returned to one fitting polite conversation. Catherine was an expert at deception when she needed to be. You had to be when the world saw once face, a mask for another.
"I can't say I find this place particularly fun though, that is in part your doing. Still, I think whoever made these would agree with me." she said and crouched down and ran her ungloved hand along the deep gashed in the floor. Something told her Gair hadn't put the marks there to scare her. As far as Catherine knew, ghosts couldn't make scratch marks like the ones her fingers brushed. "No ghost could have done these." Catherine commented, her face tilting up to meet his eyes. Pure curiosity about the house was eating away at her annoyance. Though Gair had scared her, he wasn't likely to try it again. At least now she wasn't alone in the Shack. Perhaps he had seen something upstairs. They could compare theories about the house. Before mentioning the thought out loud, she realized how quickly she was forgiving Gair. That wasn't like her. Catherine wouldn't hold a grudge but, she wasn't exactly easy going either. She was fighting the desire to stay made at him, simply for form, and the desire to pick his brain over the house. Curiosity won out though, she would have to be careful and watchful of him.
