Post by MEGARA on Jun 18, 2011 15:24:30 GMT -5
name: Hal
Age group: (18-25)
Number of years rping: seven years :3
Anything else?:what a wonderful site!
Age group: (18-25)
Number of years rping: seven years :3
Anything else?:what a wonderful site!
Character full name: Megara
Nicknames: Meg, doll
Age: twenty-six
DOB:06.01.700 BC
Where do you belong?: The Land of Europe
Nicknames: Meg, doll
Age: twenty-six
DOB:06.01.700 BC
Where do you belong?: The Land of Europe
Standing and 5'6", meg has violet colored eyes and soft, salmon colored lips.she has a small waist and proportional hips, stable legs, and a small/medium size bust. Her feet are the plainest part of her body, however no one can catch a glimpse of them for, they always seem to blend in with the grass.Meg knows she’s attractive. She doesn’t brag about it, but it’s always been sort of obvious in the way that men – even strangers – treat her.
And, of course, she’ll occasionally use it to her advantage, swaying her hips a bit more than necessary when she walks, wearing outfits that accent her curves. No use in wasting what you’ve got, right? Meg’s hair is long and thick, and she’ll usually have it tied in a trademark high ponytail, with her bangs (with are sort of poofy, hanging over her face) left loose. The clothes she wears are usually different shades of purple (sometimes pink) that match her eyes.
To put it shortly, Megara’s not the nicest person to be around. She’s bitter, sarcastic, a liar, cold-hearted, rude, and tends to have trust-issues. But it’s not her fault – she’s been hurt before and, since that, Meg doesn’t let people in easily. She’s terrified of falling for someone as hard as she fell for Adonis, only to have him leave her again, once he sees something he likes more. She gave up everything for him – quite literally, seeing as freedom means more to her than anything in the world – for nothing. Due to this, she doesn’t trust people easily. What if something like that happens again? However, she is a normal woman, and can’t help but fall in love. However, mostly due to her stubborn nature, when she does fall for another man, she won’t admit it. She’ll deny it as long as possible, refusing to accept it. After all, she’s likely only setting herself up to get hurt again...right?
As stated, there’s nothing in the world Meg values more than her freedom. Ever since she was little, Meg has had a problem with following rules and regulations. She preferred to do things her own way – make her own rules, choose her own path. That’s why it was such a huge feat for her to have given her freedom to Hades, to save the man she loved. But that’s just it – she was in love. That’s another thing – Meg doesn’t fall in love easily. But, when she does, she falls fast and she falls hard. She’ll do anything for the one she loves – she’s willing to give up her freedom, even her life.
Lastly, Meg is very independent. She’s come to believe that she doesn’t need anyone else’s help, and that she can get along perfectly well by herself. She’ll refuse to accept help from anyone, whether she needs it or not. The way she sees it, if you start to depend on someone too much, what happens when they’re not there anymore? She doesn’t want to be put in that position, so she just does everything for herself.
As stated, there’s nothing in the world Meg values more than her freedom. Ever since she was little, Meg has had a problem with following rules and regulations. She preferred to do things her own way – make her own rules, choose her own path. That’s why it was such a huge feat for her to have given her freedom to Hades, to save the man she loved. But that’s just it – she was in love. That’s another thing – Meg doesn’t fall in love easily. But, when she does, she falls fast and she falls hard. She’ll do anything for the one she loves – she’s willing to give up her freedom, even her life.
Lastly, Meg is very independent. She’s come to believe that she doesn’t need anyone else’s help, and that she can get along perfectly well by herself. She’ll refuse to accept help from anyone, whether she needs it or not. The way she sees it, if you start to depend on someone too much, what happens when they’re not there anymore? She doesn’t want to be put in that position, so she just does everything for herself.
Megara’s early life was more or less normal. She was born to two parents – her father was a farmer and her mother was a merchant, which were two of the most common professions in Ancient Greece. They weren’t exactly a wealthy family, but they weren’t poor, either. They were middle-class, and got along great. Meg was their only child, and both her parents adored her. She got all the love and attention any little girl could need.
So, yes. Her life was very normal. She didn’t always get along with people her age, though. She always had a sarcastic, bitter sense of humour, which turned away a lot of people. But, when she was sixteen, Megara met a boy named Adonis. One thing led to another and, soon enough, Meg was madly in love with him. He felt the same way about her – their relationship was going great. Meg had never loved anyone more, and everything was perfect. Nothing could go wrong, right?
Wrong. One day, when Meg was seventeen, the worst thing possible happened. Adonis was killed in training. It was a horrible accident, and there was no way to save him. Meg was a wreck. She didn’t know what to do, where to go. She wanted him back more than anything – she literally wouldn’t be able to go on without him. So, out of sheer desperation, Meg paid a little visit to Hades, ruler of The Underworld. She begged and pleaded for Hades to allow Adonis’s soul to return to his body, to allow him to come back to her. She’d do anything, she said.
Hades made her a deal. He’d give her Adonis’s soul – in return for her own. She had to give up her freedom, and agree to serve Hades for as long as she lived. Meg didn’t even think twice – she agreed. So Hades retrieved Adonis’s soul, and returned it to his body. He let Meg go for the moment, telling her that he’d find her when he needed her. But Meg didn’t think about Hades – she only thought about Adonis. Meg returned to the Upper-World, found Adonis, and everything went back to normal. It was perfect.
However, it didn’t last. Three weeks after being revived, Adonis started seeing another girl. Meg didn’t know who she was – she didn’t think it mattered. Adonis assured her they were just friends, so Meg had nothing to worry about, right? Again, wrong. One day, not even a month after Meg had given up her freedom to save his life, Adonis left her, for another girl – Adele, Meg learned her name was. She was crushed, to say the least. Heartbroken. She avoided everyone – not that she had that many friends to begin with – for weeks.
But, slowly, Meg accepted it. She wasn’t over it – no, not by far. Adonis left a scar that’d last for what felt like forever. But she’d accepted it. She had to move on with her life. But she had changed a fair bit – she was colder, now. She didn’t allow herself to get close to anyone. They were all the same. In the end, everyone would just drop her like a hot potato, as soon as something better came along. It wasn’t worth the hurt again.
About a year after Adonis had left, Hades contacted her – through two little minions called Pain and Panic, both of which Meg immediately disliked. He needed her help. He was planning some sort of battle, but didn’t give out enough information for Meg to put the pieces together. Most of what he needed her to do were petty little tasks – gathering information, or passing on a message. Meg didn’t enjoy helping Hades – he was a vile, horrible person, and his minions were even worse. But she didn’t have a choice. She’d given him her freedom.
So, yes. Her life was very normal. She didn’t always get along with people her age, though. She always had a sarcastic, bitter sense of humour, which turned away a lot of people. But, when she was sixteen, Megara met a boy named Adonis. One thing led to another and, soon enough, Meg was madly in love with him. He felt the same way about her – their relationship was going great. Meg had never loved anyone more, and everything was perfect. Nothing could go wrong, right?
Wrong. One day, when Meg was seventeen, the worst thing possible happened. Adonis was killed in training. It was a horrible accident, and there was no way to save him. Meg was a wreck. She didn’t know what to do, where to go. She wanted him back more than anything – she literally wouldn’t be able to go on without him. So, out of sheer desperation, Meg paid a little visit to Hades, ruler of The Underworld. She begged and pleaded for Hades to allow Adonis’s soul to return to his body, to allow him to come back to her. She’d do anything, she said.
Hades made her a deal. He’d give her Adonis’s soul – in return for her own. She had to give up her freedom, and agree to serve Hades for as long as she lived. Meg didn’t even think twice – she agreed. So Hades retrieved Adonis’s soul, and returned it to his body. He let Meg go for the moment, telling her that he’d find her when he needed her. But Meg didn’t think about Hades – she only thought about Adonis. Meg returned to the Upper-World, found Adonis, and everything went back to normal. It was perfect.
However, it didn’t last. Three weeks after being revived, Adonis started seeing another girl. Meg didn’t know who she was – she didn’t think it mattered. Adonis assured her they were just friends, so Meg had nothing to worry about, right? Again, wrong. One day, not even a month after Meg had given up her freedom to save his life, Adonis left her, for another girl – Adele, Meg learned her name was. She was crushed, to say the least. Heartbroken. She avoided everyone – not that she had that many friends to begin with – for weeks.
But, slowly, Meg accepted it. She wasn’t over it – no, not by far. Adonis left a scar that’d last for what felt like forever. But she’d accepted it. She had to move on with her life. But she had changed a fair bit – she was colder, now. She didn’t allow herself to get close to anyone. They were all the same. In the end, everyone would just drop her like a hot potato, as soon as something better came along. It wasn’t worth the hurt again.
About a year after Adonis had left, Hades contacted her – through two little minions called Pain and Panic, both of which Meg immediately disliked. He needed her help. He was planning some sort of battle, but didn’t give out enough information for Meg to put the pieces together. Most of what he needed her to do were petty little tasks – gathering information, or passing on a message. Meg didn’t enjoy helping Hades – he was a vile, horrible person, and his minions were even worse. But she didn’t have a choice. She’d given him her freedom.
ROLE PLAYING SAMPLE:
a yelp escaped from between her rose colored lips when the sound of gunfire shot off above deck. Sitting in the brig, her dark dress material was more than soggy as salty water dripped onto the brunette from in between the cracks of the main floor boards overhead. Having nearly been stripped before the heathen men whom took her captive on this ship, Annelise Meredith LeBelle sat high on an empty rum barrel, white petticoat coming to a stop at mid-calf, watching the grimy water below her lazily roll from one side of her cell to the other. Feet concealed in two modest black, flat shoes, Annelise held her knees to her chest as the yells pulled her out the dream like trance the which the water had seemed to suck her into.
A small whimper was heard from across the cell causing Anna to look toward the source. Green eyes came found a huddle of four other women, aging from seventeen to about twenty eight. Each grasping the other, Annelise could tell they were clinging to each other for comfort...was it? or perhaps, holding on out of fear? Whatever it was, Annelise kept herself separate from the group, simply because she did not recieve the same experience or relief that the other four women found in each other. No, Annelise was too concentrated on the loud, familiar sound of footsteps dropping heavily in a steady rythm, someone making their way down to the brig. Swallowing, Annelise suddenly felt her eyes begin to sting. Tears sprung into her eyes, threatening to fall as she imagined what was about to come next. Who where they going to choose this time? And what of the girl that had been taken on deck a moment ago? she didn't not hear her cries. Shivering, she remembered when they had attack the small island Annelise had called home. It was stationed not too far from Tortuga, the wicked pirate city. It had been like something out of a nightmare, pirates full of lust and seeking treasure, picking up women when they could snatch them. That was how Anna managed to become stuck aboard the dirty vessel. Holding herself tightly, Annelise shut her eyes and hoped that somehow she would disappear before whomever was hastily making their way down into the bowels of the leaky ship.
However, it was to Annelise's surprise when she felt a gentle hand on her shoulder, softly shaking her, attempting to gain the brunette's attention. Upon opening her eyes, Annelise found herself looking up into the eyes of a royal naval officer. It wasn't too long after that when many more naval men appeared, assisting Annelise and the other women out of their cells and up onto the main deck of the pirate ship. Feeling dirty and wanting nothing else but a meal and a hot bath, Annelise was greeted by the hot Caribbean sun upon emerging from the ships depths. Green eyes squinting, she made quickly to tie her brunette locks back with the same black ribbon she had worn when she had been taken from her dwelling. And yet, the main emotion Annelise was feeling was the sense of relief. She thought that the worst was coming for her. Her for to be taken against her will. The thought made her sick to her stomach. Taking a deep breath of fresh air, Annelise was escorted from the ship she called Hell to a naval vessel.
Feeling panicked, Annelise felt her arms and legs begin to tingle as her breathing became shallow. Even though she tried, her body refused to let oxygen flow throughout her. Swallowing hard, her jaw clenched as the overwhelming sensation of feeling faint washed over her. Eyes rolling back into her head, Annelise dropped to the deck of the new ship she had just boarded, naval men rushing to break her fall. While she was only out for merely a moment or so, when Annelise awoke she immediately felt anxious. eyes darting around at the faces above her, Annelise shot straight up from her position on the floor boards and took a run for the railing of the ship. At once, a few men where on her, holding her back from dipping off into the stormy waters below. Fighting for a few moments, Annelise finally gave in when her body admitted exhaustion. Almost collasping in the arms of a sailor, a hand was extended to Annelise. Looking up at the man cautiously, Annelise asked with suspicion;
"Please not the brig!" She started, "I'll do anything, just not the bri-"
"Please my lady! please! If you would accept my offer, I shall take you somewhere quiet"
Confusion lingering on her delicate features, Annelise reached out and took his hand carefully, still not sure if she should follow him. Looking behind her, Annelise saw that they other girls where being taken to the far end of the ship, mugs being haned out to them. With curiosity slightly building, Annelise was distracted when she appeared before a cherry wood door. Peering at the wood, she found the name Admiral Norrington engraved into the thick door. opening her mouth to ask a question, Annelise found herself cut off when the man who escorted her turned to face Annelise while clearing his throat.
"This is the quarters of Admiral Norrington. You have his permission to enter."
And with that, the man stepped aside, leaving nothing but open space between Annelise and the intimidating door. Jaw clenching again, Annelise fought the feeling creeping up on her. More panic. However, it was to even Annelise's surprise when her own hand made contact with the smooth wood, door slightly opening at her touch. Peering past the door, Annelise pushed it open a bit more and cleared her throat, hoping to make her presence known. The last thing she wanted was to come upon someone who wasn't expecting her. Green eyes looking about the furnished room, her eyes finally landed on the who Anna assumed was Admiral Norrington. She found him busy writing away at the large desk which he loomed over with clear dominance. unsure if he had heard her, Annelise made to announce herself once more when he looked up from his musings and at her.
"Come in, You may sit in the chaise longue if you prefer; we don't want you feeling faint after your ordeal. If you require assistance or a chaperone, there will be a guard waiting outside that you are welcome to disturb."
His formal attitude was nothing less than what Annelise had expected from him...or was it? No, in her mind, Annelise had been preparing for the worst. While she had lived along side pirates before, it was simply the nature of the men that hit the brunette to the core. Never in her wildest dreams had she ever thought she would have ended up a victim of piracy. However, here she stood before her rescuer, and she was dirty with nothing but her name. Nodding at his words, Annelise remained standing as she looked at the beautiful furnishings of his quarters. Slowly working up the courage, Annelise made to find her voice.
"My honest thanks to you, Admiral sir." She replied, giving him a slight curtsy as she delicately walked over to the chaise longue, taking a seat, secretly thankful it wasn't that uncomfortable rum barrel she had called home for the past five days. "I appreciate your kindness, sir. I am in your debt." She spoke softly, hoping this was reality and not a dream as she took a small sip of the cocoa that had been offered to her.
A small whimper was heard from across the cell causing Anna to look toward the source. Green eyes came found a huddle of four other women, aging from seventeen to about twenty eight. Each grasping the other, Annelise could tell they were clinging to each other for comfort...was it? or perhaps, holding on out of fear? Whatever it was, Annelise kept herself separate from the group, simply because she did not recieve the same experience or relief that the other four women found in each other. No, Annelise was too concentrated on the loud, familiar sound of footsteps dropping heavily in a steady rythm, someone making their way down to the brig. Swallowing, Annelise suddenly felt her eyes begin to sting. Tears sprung into her eyes, threatening to fall as she imagined what was about to come next. Who where they going to choose this time? And what of the girl that had been taken on deck a moment ago? she didn't not hear her cries. Shivering, she remembered when they had attack the small island Annelise had called home. It was stationed not too far from Tortuga, the wicked pirate city. It had been like something out of a nightmare, pirates full of lust and seeking treasure, picking up women when they could snatch them. That was how Anna managed to become stuck aboard the dirty vessel. Holding herself tightly, Annelise shut her eyes and hoped that somehow she would disappear before whomever was hastily making their way down into the bowels of the leaky ship.
However, it was to Annelise's surprise when she felt a gentle hand on her shoulder, softly shaking her, attempting to gain the brunette's attention. Upon opening her eyes, Annelise found herself looking up into the eyes of a royal naval officer. It wasn't too long after that when many more naval men appeared, assisting Annelise and the other women out of their cells and up onto the main deck of the pirate ship. Feeling dirty and wanting nothing else but a meal and a hot bath, Annelise was greeted by the hot Caribbean sun upon emerging from the ships depths. Green eyes squinting, she made quickly to tie her brunette locks back with the same black ribbon she had worn when she had been taken from her dwelling. And yet, the main emotion Annelise was feeling was the sense of relief. She thought that the worst was coming for her. Her for to be taken against her will. The thought made her sick to her stomach. Taking a deep breath of fresh air, Annelise was escorted from the ship she called Hell to a naval vessel.
Feeling panicked, Annelise felt her arms and legs begin to tingle as her breathing became shallow. Even though she tried, her body refused to let oxygen flow throughout her. Swallowing hard, her jaw clenched as the overwhelming sensation of feeling faint washed over her. Eyes rolling back into her head, Annelise dropped to the deck of the new ship she had just boarded, naval men rushing to break her fall. While she was only out for merely a moment or so, when Annelise awoke she immediately felt anxious. eyes darting around at the faces above her, Annelise shot straight up from her position on the floor boards and took a run for the railing of the ship. At once, a few men where on her, holding her back from dipping off into the stormy waters below. Fighting for a few moments, Annelise finally gave in when her body admitted exhaustion. Almost collasping in the arms of a sailor, a hand was extended to Annelise. Looking up at the man cautiously, Annelise asked with suspicion;
"Please not the brig!" She started, "I'll do anything, just not the bri-"
"Please my lady! please! If you would accept my offer, I shall take you somewhere quiet"
Confusion lingering on her delicate features, Annelise reached out and took his hand carefully, still not sure if she should follow him. Looking behind her, Annelise saw that they other girls where being taken to the far end of the ship, mugs being haned out to them. With curiosity slightly building, Annelise was distracted when she appeared before a cherry wood door. Peering at the wood, she found the name Admiral Norrington engraved into the thick door. opening her mouth to ask a question, Annelise found herself cut off when the man who escorted her turned to face Annelise while clearing his throat.
"This is the quarters of Admiral Norrington. You have his permission to enter."
And with that, the man stepped aside, leaving nothing but open space between Annelise and the intimidating door. Jaw clenching again, Annelise fought the feeling creeping up on her. More panic. However, it was to even Annelise's surprise when her own hand made contact with the smooth wood, door slightly opening at her touch. Peering past the door, Annelise pushed it open a bit more and cleared her throat, hoping to make her presence known. The last thing she wanted was to come upon someone who wasn't expecting her. Green eyes looking about the furnished room, her eyes finally landed on the who Anna assumed was Admiral Norrington. She found him busy writing away at the large desk which he loomed over with clear dominance. unsure if he had heard her, Annelise made to announce herself once more when he looked up from his musings and at her.
"Come in, You may sit in the chaise longue if you prefer; we don't want you feeling faint after your ordeal. If you require assistance or a chaperone, there will be a guard waiting outside that you are welcome to disturb."
His formal attitude was nothing less than what Annelise had expected from him...or was it? No, in her mind, Annelise had been preparing for the worst. While she had lived along side pirates before, it was simply the nature of the men that hit the brunette to the core. Never in her wildest dreams had she ever thought she would have ended up a victim of piracy. However, here she stood before her rescuer, and she was dirty with nothing but her name. Nodding at his words, Annelise remained standing as she looked at the beautiful furnishings of his quarters. Slowly working up the courage, Annelise made to find her voice.
"My honest thanks to you, Admiral sir." She replied, giving him a slight curtsy as she delicately walked over to the chaise longue, taking a seat, secretly thankful it wasn't that uncomfortable rum barrel she had called home for the past five days. "I appreciate your kindness, sir. I am in your debt." She spoke softly, hoping this was reality and not a dream as she took a small sip of the cocoa that had been offered to her.