Post by iola on Apr 10, 2013 21:33:49 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 460px; background-image: url(http://i44.tinypic.com/34fb0ns.jpg);-moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; border: 4px ridge #9c5f5b, bTable][tr][cs=2] IOLA AVRIL NICOLETTI. 283. TAYLOR SWIFT. | |
[rs=2] | Full name: Iola Avril Nicoletti. Position: Camper. Height: 5'11" Weight: ~118 lbs. (underweight.) Personality: Iola knows more than anyone the pain of being tethered to something that you would like to let go of. She has long since wished that she was not a part of the Hunt, and knows now that she cannot let go. She is, generally, a very unhappy person. An eccedentesiast, the person who fakes a smile even when things have long since gone wrong for her. She seems to be a very kind person, if not shy, when you first meet her. Once you become more than acquainted with her, it may be that the smaller things that make her up scare you off. She has a slightly uncanny obsession with the idea of death - as a Hunter, she knows it is something that she will likely never experience. She collects last words and will quote them often. Iola is a very insecure person, finding peace in self harm and with dangerously low self-esteem. Though she will not admit it to anybody, she wants her lifelong race to come to an end. It's not so much that she's afraid of death itself, so much as disappointing the goddess she looks up to and considers her mother. Iola is very afraid of letting her loved ones - the Hunt and Artemis, specifically - down. She is selfless and will put others before herself nearly always. Immortal parent: Persephone. Hunter of Artemis. Claimed?: Yes. Mortal parent: Isadore Nicoletti. Other relatives: She considers Artemis her mother. History: Back in the days when there were many people who believed in the Greek gods, there lived a man who considered himself a wanderer. His name was Isadore, and he spent his days exploring his natural surroundings. Trees and fields; he would press flowers and write about his daily findings in a notebook that was everything to him. For several phases of the moon, the goddess Persephone watched him from a distance. Never before had she seen a man so devoted - to her domain, nevertheless. And so she showed herself to him - with a daisy chain atop her golden hair and wearing a light white dress, she seemed to glow from within. Isadore saw that an angel had appeared to him. From the moment he set his eyes on her, blue as the rivers that he watched day to day, he took her as something special. Every day after he glimpsed Persephone that first time, he returned to the same field for another glimpse of the woman he had described in his journal as an "unearthly angel." And after several days of Persephone's absence and a disappointed Isadore, she revealed herself again. And this time she spoke to him - of her story. And Isadore tied it in with the so-called myth he had heard of Demeter's daughter so many times before. He never had to question whether the woman he had come to love was a human or something more than that. For he knew that she was far more than any other man could ask for. His own secret, at that. She never came with him anywhere but the beautiful field. And Isadore trod there day after day. Rain or shine, he never failed to appear at his and Persephone's own special place. They were never disturbed; nobody ever stumbled across the mortal and the goddess embracing each other like longtime friends and equals. And then, on a lovely warm day when a rainbow adorned the sky as a reminder of a recent shower, the two made love. Of course, the result was Iola; the last time Isadore ever saw the goddess was three days before he came across a golden basket in the center of the field where he had expected to find his golden-haired woman waiting for him. Nestled inside of the basket was a baby with a tuft of the same distinguishable golden hair that Persephone had had. Clutched in her small hands was a letter; it was addressed with flawless script written with calligraphy ink. His own hands shaking, Isadore tore the envelope open to find a letter from his woman. He loved her, he had no doubt of that even though she never showed her beautiful face again. And inside the letter was an explanation. She could not come back. The other gods and goddesses would not allow it. She had made love with a mortal and she could not come back to that mortal. Isadore was bewildered, and understandably, but he did something that Persephone considered unforgivable. She had expected this caring man to take the child in, but no - he left the basket there and, brokenhearted, never returned to that field. Persephone watched the child for several days, creating a house of flowers for the girl to stay in. But she knew that she could not live on her own forever, in an isolated field awaiting death. And so Persephone called upon Artemis, the only goddess she knew of who would possibly take in such a child. Though she and Artemis both favored the god Hercules, the two had never particularly socialized together. But Artemis saw the girl's potential and took her in, vowing to train her to become the ultimate Huntress. Alongside the goddess and trained since birth - this daughter of Persephone would be a perfect hunter. Artemis blessed her with immortality when she turned seventeen, though she had already been with the Hunters for years by then. And she made a perfect Hunter. She grew up loyal to Artemis, traveling with the Hunt and shooting her silver arrows. But as she exceeded age eighty, she became depressed. And although she kept it to herself, she wanted to die at the average age. Perhaps, she mused to herself, immortality had its downsides. She watched as one friend fell in love and was later cruelly murdered by Artemis for betraying her trust. There was nothing she could do. Iola realized, slowly but surely, how this world was a trap. That it was all hopeless. For everybody and not just herself. She became depressed, though she put on her usual amiable and loyal mask for those outside her head to see. When she was 174, she attempted suicide though she knew it wouldn't work. All she wants is to finally leave the world, and peacefully. But she knows this won't happen and she is terrified of being killed by somebody other than herself, even if she did leave the Hunt. She is tentatively living, unsure of what to do with herself. |
MARIA. THIRTEEN. THREE TO FOUR YEARS. |