Post by rebeccamurphy on Jan 9, 2011 15:52:29 GMT -5
Rebecca Alana Murphy
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MYNAMEIS: Rebecca Alana Murphy
IAM: 17
BORNON: April 4, 1993
SPECIES: Demigod========================================
PLAYEDBY: Katie Cassidy
HEIGHT: 5; 7"
WEIGHT: 135
APPEARANCE:Becca stands at the height of five foot seven, making her taller than a few girls that she's met though technically she's "average" in that department. She has a slim, athletic build with a few curves and a pair of extremely long legs, which is where most of her height comes from. Becca is a pale girl, never really having been the type that could go out and get a tan; instead she tends to burn and turn as red as a lobster if she stays out in the sun without any kind of protection. Her blonde hair hangs down to just past her shoulder blades and is naturally curly. For the most part she straightens her hair but on those days that she's being completely lazy or is in a rush she's been known to just throw her hair up in a ponytail and occasionally place a hat over top. Her eyes are a light green, which don't really stand out against her pale face, but some have noted that they seem to darken half a shade or so if she's annoyed or frustrated.
Fashion isn't necessarilly something that Becca actually pays attention to, but she does like to look as good as she can if she's going out. She tends to stray away from skirts or dresses if she can help it and will instead wear a pair of jeans, either skinny or boot cut, and she loves heels. Occasionally she'll wear a pair of tennis shoes, but for the most one can find Becca in boots or heels. Her shirts are always form fitting and they don't consist of bright, eye catching colors or goofy graphics that don't make any sense. During the colder months she'll wear hoodies or jackets, though due to her hate of thick coats one will never see her in them. In the privacy of her own rooms then one can find Becca in a pair of sweats or pajama bottoms and a two-sizes too big shirt or something else that just equals "casual". Her ears on both sides are pierced, two in each lobe, a cartridge piercing in one and an industrial in the other.========================================
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BORNIN: Houston, Texas
LIVING IN: Camp Half-Blood
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HISTORY:Becca's birth, as told by her father, was relatively easy to follow and left nothing for the imagination of a young child grow something from. The relationship Michael had with Becca's mother had been doomed from the start and somehow he had known this, so it was no surprise to him that after a month of living with him she was just gone. She had a business woman, of sorts, and therefore had no time for "settling down" as he put it. What did come as a surprise, nine or so months later, was when she appeared on his doorstep sometime after midnight with a baby in her arms. She was absolutely positive that it was his and told him that if he didn't want the babe then she would find someone who would. Michael had been raised by a very strict family and one of the things that was drilled into his head was that if it was your flesh and blood you looked after it, just like he had with his younger siblings. Not to mention that he wasn't going to have his child living with a random family.
He wasn't a very rich man but Michael made enough to live comfortably with a baby and with the help of his younger sister, Anna, managed to raise the young girl, whom he decided to call Rebecca, after his own mother. Life was simple and for a few years it seemed that Becca was going to be as normal as a child could be expected to be. However, around age five Michael and Anna began to notice that she had a problem with sitting still. Even while entranced by cartoons she was always doing something that involved moving, whether it be her hands or her feet. The doctors pronounced it as a mild case of ADHD and said that it was nothing Michael should worry about. The ADHD didn't seem to get worse and as long as Becca was doing something that occupied her then it appeared as though there was nothing wrong. In the first grade her teachers found that she had difficulties reading and writing, occasionally writing odd symbols on her paper, and put her in a special class for it.
Anna thought it was horrible, having a young child who wasn't going to be able to read, but Michael told her it wasn't something to fret over and that no one said she would never be able to read. After Becca told her teachers that it seemed as though the words floated off the page and got switched around they determined that she had dyslexia, a rather common condition. Becca learned to live with both conditions, though her grades in school never seemed to get higher than a B, and when she was eleven her aunt finally stopped coming over everyday, deciding that the family didn't need her nearly as often as they had previously. Her visits trickled down to only three a month and Becca found that the house was much more peaceful without her aunt in the house. Michael was a security guard at a local bank and worked in the mornings, usually leaving the house about six, and didn't normally get home until about that same time in the evening, leaving Becca with quite a bit of alone time on the weekends and during the summer.
While at school Becca was called down to the office and found her aunt in the waiting room, telling her that she was taking her out of school for the rest of the day. An older woman had seemingly lost control of her vehicle and crashed through the side windows of the bank and her father was injured in the accident. His injuries, while not severe, were crippling and he lost all feeling in his left hand except for in his index and thumb fingers. He couldn't get a job at the bank or in any other security positions and began drinking as a way to help him forget. Things were different, though not horrible, and he got a job as a cashier in a grocery store, finding that the numbness in his hand wasn't too much of a problem as long as he wasn't picking up anything that was too heavy. His drinking started out light, a few beers when he got home and the occasional one an hour or so before he left for work.
However, after a couple of years of working at the grocery store and just being generally unhappy, her father drank one too many just before heading off to work. The alcohol mixed with his lack of sleep caused him to fall asleep at the wheel and he ran himself off the road and into a tree. The impact killed him almost instantly and Becca found herself homeless until her aunt so graciously took her in. At thirteen having no parents and being forced to live with an aunt that part of you couldn't stand wasn't easy. Becca never really came to accept her father's death but she never talked about it and whenever Anna made an attempt to bring it up Becca would walk away or wouldn't respond. After six months she was beginning to contemplate running away and even had a plan set up just in case that she decided to go through with it, including a bag that was packed and sitting underneath her bed.
One night after a particularly hard day at school Anna decided that she was going to get her niece to talk about what had happened to her father. After being forced to listen for nearly an hour about how holding feelings in could be dangerous to her health Becca finally went to her room, slamming the door behind her, and grabbed her bag. With her aunt on the other side she couldn't very well go out that way, but her bedroom window was only ten feet off the ground. If she landed right then she would end up with minimal injuries. When she opened the window there was a hand on her shoulder and Becca froze, never having heard her bedroom door open, but upon turning around Becca didn't see her aunt. Instead the woman she was gazing upon had an unearthly appeal to her and there was connection of some sort, though the young girl couldn't put her finger on it.
The woman explained that her name was Hecate and she told Becca everything. It was hard to believe and yet it would explain quite a bit and since she was promising to take her away from her aunt's house Becca didn't feel like arguing any of the improbabilities. They left the house, going through the front door and without an explanation to her aunt and Becca was taken to Camp Half-Blood. It was the first and last time that she had seen her mother and while Becca often thought about meeting her again she never tried.========================================
ALIAS: Maria
HOWYOUFOUNDUS: Proboards Support
OTHERCHARACTERS: None
RP SAMPLE:A long yawn came from the mouth of the young woman as she opened her eyes, resisting the urge to close them and pull the warm blankets over her head so she could fall back asleep. She didn't have class this morning, which was good since she had managed to stay up half the night working on a creative writing essay for class, and now the only thing that twenty-two year old Ashlee wanted to do was curl into a ball and go back to sleep. Rolling onto her side, she let out another yawn and looked at the alarm clock on the nightstand. Nine o'clock...an hour and a half past the time that she was normally awake, and if it weren't for the sunlight streaming through the light colored curtains then she would most likely still be asleep. She didn't move from her position, her dark brown eyes staring at the little red numbers on her clock and only blinking a few times. If she got up and moving then it wouldn't take long for Ashlee to wake up, but it was the "getting up and moving" part that was difficult for her.
She looked over at the bed of her roommate and saw that it was empty so there was no asking her best friend to take the warm blankets away from her, because to think that Ashlee was going to do that to herself was a ridiculous notion. But after ten minutes of continuously staring at the clock Ashlee knew that sleep wasn't going to come and so tentatively she pushed the blankets away until they were a pile on the floor. The air inside the bedroom wasn't cold, but compared to the warmth that had just been against her bare arms it was freezing and her toes curled before she even had them onto the floor. Penguin slippers sat on the floor and she slipped her feet into them, shuffling to the closet and grabbing an old, gray cardigan, pulling it over her head quickly. There was a stand-up mirror inside the door of her closet and Ashlee took in her appearance. Her hair, which had been braided while wet before she had gone to bed, was coming undone and sticking up in random places and the cardigan hung about her small frame like a giant sack. Admittedly, it looked like something a grandma would wear, but in the comfort of her own dorm, Ashlee didn't really care.
Another yawn escaped and she had the feeling that simply moving about wasn't going to help her wake up and she turned around, scooping up the thick comforters and dumped them onto her bed before pulling out clothes and getting dressed as quickly as possible. Pulling out the hair-tie, Ashlee brushed the braids out and ran her fingers through her hair, shaking them as she went. Loose curls fell about her face and shoulders, and once she decided that she didn't want to spend anymore time on her hair, she tossed her hairbrush into the closet. Turning around Ashlee looked at her bed and then gave a small huff, deciding that she would make her bed when she got back from waking up. It wasn't often that she left her bed unmade or went out without a little bit of makeup, but right now the only thing that she really wanted was coffee.
Grabbing her messenger bag, Ashlee double checked inside to make sure that her notebook was still inside, and then left the dorm. Her '07 VW Beetle sat in its parking spot and she got in as quickly as possible, shivering in the driver seat until the car finally started to warm up. She may have been born and raised in Maine, but Ashlee couldn't stand the cold winters and never did get use to them. The coffee shop wasn't all that far and it was surprisingly empty at the moment, a fact that she immediately took note of when she stepped inside. The second fact she noted? It was pleasantly warm and the smell of coffee wafted through the entire place. Even the smell was enough to clear some of the cobwebs away from her brain and Ashlee ordered a peppermint mocha before sitting down in a corner.
She pulled out her purple notebook and a pen whose cap was squished and covered in bite marks from whenever she was writing and thinking. Ashlee didn't open the notebook, but set it in front of her and placed her elbows on either side of it, her hot coffee in her hands as she just breathed. The lid was pressed against her lips and Ashlee kept it there, not quite taking a drink yet, waiting for it to cool before she did. There was a small "ding" as the door opened, indicating that someone else had come in, but she didn't turn to see who it was.
