Post by Berynn Thea Cyronos on Apr 29, 2010 23:56:03 GMT
BERYNN THEA CYRONOS
Name:Berynn Thea Cyronos
Nicknames: Bear...otherwise, it’s just Berynn
Age Nineteen
Gender: Female
Years at camp: 2
Father: Ryan Cyronos (Overdosed); Real father is Apollo
Mother: Arianna Cyronos (Murdered)
Siblings: Jacob Cyronos (Sent away)
Children: None
Other:
Pets: Dapple Grey Thoroughbred Stallion named Princeton and a border collie named Rory
Species:Huntress
Hair: Dark brown shoulder-length. She wears it depending on her mood or if she training. It can be staight or wavy, but when she’s training, it’s up in some way.
Eyes: Swirling Chocolate Brown
Skin: Tan but not the gross fake kind. Her tan is from her naturally laying out in the sun.
Stature:Skinny but not anorexic. Well-built for her gender and age.
Clothing style: Varies depending on her moods. If she’s training, she’s either in gymnastic, work out, or battle clothing. However, just hanging around you’ll catch her in jeans and a tee shirt. However, she can be seen sometimes wearing skirts and dresses, if she’s feeling girly enough.
Distinguishing features: A single scar runs over her right shoulder. She also has a tattoo on her lower left ankle of an arrow wrapped around the sun.
Likes:Cars, classic movies, music, when people are honest, animals, gymnastics, horseback riding, eating, and archery
Dislikes:When her iPod dies, most men (in a romantic way...she has more guy friends though), snobby preppy girls, feeling helpless, and rain (it prevents her from seeing the sun and doing the things she loves)
Strengths:Archery, Horseback Riding, Music, and fixing cars
Weaknesses:Her past, Men (yeah, she’s a hypocrite), Rain, and sword fighting on foot (better on horseback or with her bow)
Fears:Ending up like her parents, never seeing her little brother again, Hades, Death, and meeting her real father (she wouldn’t know what to say...she’d probably try to punch him)
Weapons: Her handcrafted bow made from ivory and oak, her small dagger with a running horse on the hilt, and a sword with her name in Greek etched into the hilt, along with the Sun
Fighting Style style: When she fights, she’s extremely serious. She never wishes to show weakness to her opponent, and she loves fighting on horseback. Her bow is her best friend in a fight, and she can easily pin someone to a tree with two arrows in their clothing before they could blink. Her footwork in nice for an archer, but she’s not a swords woman. Her power comes from her bow.
Overall:Berynn is an interesting young woman. For one, if she doesn’t like you, you’ll know it by day one of meeting her. She never hides how she feels about people she dislikes, but she never initiates an argument. However, she won’t back down if she is challenged. She knows exactly who she is and what she wants. If she does like you, she puts her faith and trust in you, and you better not turn your back on her. This girl has a mean streak sometimes, although many people do respect and like her around camp. She is one of the better archers around, and people figure she’ll stay around and be an Archery teacher when she is old enough.
She is very tight-lipped about what happened to her family, though. Try and talk to her about it, and she’ll probably change the subject or walk away. She doesn’t like to relive memories, and she thinks that she would like to dwell on the here and now. Her personality is usually warm-hearted and she is usually a ball of fun. Berynn knows how to have a good time, and she is one of the first to suggest a party or hanging out and being dumb. She’s a risk taker, so she will jump into the lake first or gallop full speed bareback on her horse just to get a thrill. She loves nature, so often one can find her in the forests with her horse, riding or walking around and enjoying everything around her. One can also find her on a perfectly clear day laying out in a bathing suit, soaking up the sun and tanning.
Born: July 20, 2015
Homeland:New Orleans, Louisiana on all fronts (one of the hottest and most humid states of the USA, which is why Berynn adored it.
History: Berynn was born to a musician mother and a normal, mechanic father. At least that’s what she grew up believing. They all lived in New Orleans and were almost your normal, every day average family. Berynn developed musical abilities early on in her life, taking more after her mother than her father. In fact, come to think of it, she wasn’t anything like her father, looks or personality wise. They nurtured her talent, bringing her to a special music school to give her drumming lessons. Every week she would go in and practice to hone her talents, and she progressed rapidly, performing in concerts at the young age of 10. Although she had stage fright, she thought of her parents during her performances, feeling as though she could take on the world.
When her mother had her little brother, Jacob, Berynn couldn’t have been more thrilled to be a big sister. He grew to be more into the cliche boy stuff such as cars and army men, while Berynn was still more absorbed in the music aspect of the family. They were still practically inseparable when it came to loving cars. Berynn craved having an Aston Martin like her mother, who owned an Aston Martin Vanquish. Her father owned a red Corvette, and she was taught by her father at the age of 13 to fix cars like him.
When Berynn was seventeen years old, she was performing at a small concert at the local House of Blues with her mother when she saw a man in the audience staring intensely at her. She thought nothing of it at first, thinking he was a fan and was just interested in their song. They left later that night, after a successful performance that had started to give Berynn a name in music, their father and little brother meeting them outside since they had been in the audience to watch and give support. Berynn saw that same man walking up to them with a small group of other people, and then the next few moments went by in a blur. Her father told her to leave, to run and don’t look back. She heard so much pain and screaming all around her. She tried to turn but was knocked backwards as someone ran. When she opened her eyes and was able to sit up, her father was kneeling at the body of her mother, crying and yelling for someone to call 911. All Berynn could see was blood, and she watched as her mother died before the ambulance could get there to save her.
Berynn, Jacob, and their father buried Arianna a few days later, and Berynn’s life has never been the same since. The police never caught the man responsible, and her father would never tell her what had happened and who the murderers were. A month or two later, to make matters worse, her father was in a state of depression and overdosed on his pills, leaving Berynn and Jacob to foster care. However, a man came and told her there was a place where she would feel welcomed, a place her mother never told her about that housed people like her.
People like her? What was he talking about? But upon getting to the camp, she realized just why she had always felt funny throughout her life. Why she didn’t look a thing like her “father.” She was a demi-goddess, daughter of the Sun god Apollo and named a Huntress of Artemis. She’s now been at the camp for two years and is one of the best archery students, as well as a good horseback rider and musician. If anything, her abilities were even stronger and more tuned now that she was there. The man had been right to say she belonged here. She still misses her younger brother, though, and wishes she could see him again. However, a plus is that she has been appointed Head Huntress, for all her efforts at training and fighting have paid off!
Name/Alias: Whit
Age: 19
Experience: 9 years
Other characters: None
Face claim: Missy Peregrym
Referral: PB Support
RP Sample:
Claire had gotten onto the plane, super bummed that she didn't spend a lot of time in that airport because she had to switch planes in a half hour. She walked past the stewardesses and the pilot, who were plastering fake welcoming smiles on their faces as people walked into the cabin of the plane. She sighed and headed to her seat towards the middle of the plane. After putting her bigger carry-on in the stowaway compartment, she scooted into her row and stuffed her other carry-on under the seat in front of her. She glanced around, seeing several teenagers who looked as if they were still in high school and some older people, some her age and some a little bit older than her.
The pilot came over the speakers a few moments later, and she sighed again, sinking back into her seat and holding the armrest with a tight grip. She always hated the takeoff during flight, but once she was in the air, she was golden. About an hour later, when they were soaring somewhere in the sky on their way to the next landing, Claire started to feel some turbulence and took off her headphones, stuffing them back into her bag along with her iPod as the pilot yelled about a crash landing. She clutched her small carry-on to her chest and held onto it, not wanting to let it go.
Suddenly, chaos started to occur inside of the plane, and her chocolate brown eyes darted around her with anxiousness. She grabbed the armrest again, her knuckles whitening. She looked over at the other people on the plane and then she felt the plane falling in the sky. All she could remember in the sky before she experienced the actual impact of the plane into solid ground was screaming of the other passengers and the terrified faces of many students. People flew from the plane as it practically split apart in pieces, and everything rushed by her in a blur. She was such a frickin' idiot for not wearing her safety restraint before! Her head knocked back against her seat, and then she was slammed into the seat in front of her. She screamed once in pain, not in fear since she had no time to be afraid of what was going on. Everything was happening way too fast for her to comprehend any of it.
"Oh, God..." she whispered as she tried to hold on. She still felt herself being launched from her seat through a new crack in the plane. She landed face first in a soft substance and then her vision darkened as her mind went blank, and she passed out. A few short moments later, as she came back to, all she could hear was screeching, and she moaned as her head felt as though it would split open at any second. 'Migraine...' she thought to herself as she tried picking her head up and opening her eyes. She finally could see what she had landed on, and a huge sigh of relief escaped her lips.
"Sand? What the hell?" She was tempted to kiss it, but she had bigger things to worry about at that second. She rolled over and got to her hands and knees, crying out as her shoulder popped. She glanced at it and saw blood running from a wound where she had hit the crack of the metal plane as she was thrown from her seat. She put a hand to her forehead and drew it back, finding more blood and feeling very faint at that second. Claire stood up painfully and slowly, and then she turned to look around her. She saw so much blood staining the sand around her and bodies strewn across the beach, and she gasped in horror, feeling as if she were in a scary movie, trapped in a nightmare she couldn't escape. She started to walk and it turned into a limp, shots of pain like tiny needles rushing through her lower right ankle. She walked over to where she saw her smaller carry-on and picked it up, cradling it to her chest and then moving to the trees nearby, sinking back to her knees and trying to hold back the tears that threatened to fall. Screaming echoed around her from different people, whether they were finding dead bodies or in pain...and all Claire could do was look around for anyone who she could help out that was worse off than she was or someone to just get her away from the noise and turmoil.
"Help! Please help me!" she called out to a guy nearby who she saw as she turned her head, wincing as she moved to get up and freezing up as pain racked her every movement suddenly. She needed to at least get someone to help her pop her shoulder back into the socket so she could stop the bleeding. She didn’t know everything about first aid, but she did know a few things after taking a course for school.
The pilot came over the speakers a few moments later, and she sighed again, sinking back into her seat and holding the armrest with a tight grip. She always hated the takeoff during flight, but once she was in the air, she was golden. About an hour later, when they were soaring somewhere in the sky on their way to the next landing, Claire started to feel some turbulence and took off her headphones, stuffing them back into her bag along with her iPod as the pilot yelled about a crash landing. She clutched her small carry-on to her chest and held onto it, not wanting to let it go.
Suddenly, chaos started to occur inside of the plane, and her chocolate brown eyes darted around her with anxiousness. She grabbed the armrest again, her knuckles whitening. She looked over at the other people on the plane and then she felt the plane falling in the sky. All she could remember in the sky before she experienced the actual impact of the plane into solid ground was screaming of the other passengers and the terrified faces of many students. People flew from the plane as it practically split apart in pieces, and everything rushed by her in a blur. She was such a frickin' idiot for not wearing her safety restraint before! Her head knocked back against her seat, and then she was slammed into the seat in front of her. She screamed once in pain, not in fear since she had no time to be afraid of what was going on. Everything was happening way too fast for her to comprehend any of it.
"Oh, God..." she whispered as she tried to hold on. She still felt herself being launched from her seat through a new crack in the plane. She landed face first in a soft substance and then her vision darkened as her mind went blank, and she passed out. A few short moments later, as she came back to, all she could hear was screeching, and she moaned as her head felt as though it would split open at any second. 'Migraine...' she thought to herself as she tried picking her head up and opening her eyes. She finally could see what she had landed on, and a huge sigh of relief escaped her lips.
"Sand? What the hell?" She was tempted to kiss it, but she had bigger things to worry about at that second. She rolled over and got to her hands and knees, crying out as her shoulder popped. She glanced at it and saw blood running from a wound where she had hit the crack of the metal plane as she was thrown from her seat. She put a hand to her forehead and drew it back, finding more blood and feeling very faint at that second. Claire stood up painfully and slowly, and then she turned to look around her. She saw so much blood staining the sand around her and bodies strewn across the beach, and she gasped in horror, feeling as if she were in a scary movie, trapped in a nightmare she couldn't escape. She started to walk and it turned into a limp, shots of pain like tiny needles rushing through her lower right ankle. She walked over to where she saw her smaller carry-on and picked it up, cradling it to her chest and then moving to the trees nearby, sinking back to her knees and trying to hold back the tears that threatened to fall. Screaming echoed around her from different people, whether they were finding dead bodies or in pain...and all Claire could do was look around for anyone who she could help out that was worse off than she was or someone to just get her away from the noise and turmoil.
"Help! Please help me!" she called out to a guy nearby who she saw as she turned her head, wincing as she moved to get up and freezing up as pain racked her every movement suddenly. She needed to at least get someone to help her pop her shoulder back into the socket so she could stop the bleeding. She didn’t know everything about first aid, but she did know a few things after taking a course for school.
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