| Fallen Pedestals Application |
[dec 13th, 2009 | 9:16pm] |
For Fallen Pedestals
.the mundane;
Name: Max
Journal: ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) vegas_valentine on Ij or Vegas_Valentine on Lj
Contact: Just a way you can be reached: maxcalifornia At rocketmail DOT com or vegasvalentine13 on AIM
How did you find us?: some rpg ad community - looking for a great rpg!
.the myth;
God(dess): Maia an Oread ((mountain nymph))
Reference: Wikipedia :: Theoi :: Encyclopedia Mythica <- best link
Family: {mother & father} Atlas + Pleione ; {spouse} none ((but she fell pregnant and a baby by... you guessed it! Zeus!)); {children} Hermes and Arcas ((she fostered Arcas)); {siblings} Alcyone, Asterope, Celæno, Electra, Merope and Taygete
Played By: Pixie Lott
Human Alias: London May
Human Age: 18-22
God of...: nothing, she's a nymph
Flair: London is very mothering. She makes everyone near her feel safe and warm and loved. She's very good at fetching cups of tea for those who are upset, and also can knit really well
Flair Type: CONTINUOUS
Fitting in: London works at a nursery ((babies, not plants))
Weakness: Shy London is incredibly shy which, sadly, can be easliy mistaken for snobbishness. She finds people are very rude and abrupt to her if they do not know her, and she doesn't mean to offend or ignore people. She finds it difficult to socialise with others she is not familiar with, and would prefer just being alone. London also has difficulty finding the right words to say, and so she is often quiet while she tries to find the right phrase that won't offend. This can be mistaken for her being rude.
Naive London is painfully naive, and doesn't ever really understand any innuendos that may come her way. She takes thigns at face value, without thinking about any ulterior motives. This gets London in trouble, and she is taken advantage of frequently. From being mugged while searching for change for a 'homeless' person, to never being able to say no to a friend who at 3am needs a lift home from the club, London always sees the good in people and refuses to see the negative.
History:
The oldest of seven daughters, London or Maia as she is known, was always said to be the most beautiful. She was also the shyest. Maia lived alone in a cave on Mount Cyllene.
Wouldn't you know it she was discovered by Zeus, and hey you guessed it he impregnated her! She became mother to Hermes. Hermes was a strange little kid, and grew very fast. He crawled away one night and stole some of Apollo's cattle. Apollo and Maia had a big fight, and Zeus was involved. In the end Apollo was distracted by an instrument Hermes had invneted named a lyre and all was good.
Hermes was then raised by the local king of the area, King Acacus, and went on to be father to a whole host of characters.
Maia fostered one of Zeus' illegitimate sons, Arcas, when Hera killed the child's mother. Not long after this Maia was plucked from her little humble cave and plonked right down in the future.
Personality:
London is shy but with a heart of solid gold. She is always the one to go to when you need anything, and she can be relied upon absolutely. London is loyal, and would never say anything horrible about anyone, unless it was the truth!
She can't help but mother people, and is never turned down when she offers to knit someone a nice sweater, or make a cup of hot tea if they are feeling blue. London also likes to keep tabs on her nearest and dearest, and if she feels comfortable enough she will give them advice the way only a mother can get away with.
Even though she is painfully shy, she doesn't find it difficult to talk to those she is close to, and even invites them into her personal space by offering wonderful loving cuddles.
London is a very loving and caring person, and once you get past her abruptness ((which is actually just her shy nature)) she can draw you in with a sort of love that is very welcoming.
She is extremely give give give, and hardly ever takes. She thinks of herself last, and is incredibly selfless.
Between her shyness and mothering nature, London loves to laugh, and always sees the bright side of life.
Sample Journal:
Well it happened again today.
I was walking home from the bus stop, when a man in tattered and patched clothing came shuffling up to me. He smelt very bad, and I suppose the poor thing wasn't able to have a shower for quite some time. I smiled at him brightly, I always think people who seem sad just need someone to smile at them and it might make their day seem just that little bit better.
He approached me with his hands shoved deep into his pockets and eyed me sideways.
"Gottany change? Need t' catch a bus t' visit me sick aunt," he said as he stopped in front of me, one of his hands held out to me pitifully.
Of course my heart went out to him. His poor aunt was unwell, and he couldn't even afford a bus ticket to reach her. I immediately pulled my purse out of my shoulder bag and snapped open the coin compartment. I was too busy rummaging through the coins trying to find him the exact change ((bus drivers can be quite nasty if you do not have correct change, and I wanted to spare this poor man that kind of experience)) that I didn't see the man take a step closer to me.
In a split second he'd swiped my purse and was off running. I started off in pursuit, but as he slipped around a corner and disappeared from view I knew I'd never catch up.
Oh well. I'm sure his aunt will love the new purse he got her.
((yes, that's three purses I've been forced into gifting. No matter, now I can go shopping for a new one! After I get all my cards cancelled and renewed.))
Sample Roleplay:
London missed her son. Really missed him. Her arms ached to hold him tightly against her and she missed the feel of his soft tawny brown hair on her mouth as she kissed the top of his head.
The nymph-turned-mortal was dressed warmly this evening as she sat in the outside section of her favourite cafe. It was only a few doors down from the apartments, and she could sit and sip her creamy black vienna slowly as she watched the others that lived in her building come and go.
"Oh Hermes," she sighed into her glass as she brought it to her lips for another sip. The truth was, London was incredibly lonely. She didn't know why Cronos had dumped her here, so far away from everything she had ever really known. She didn't know if Hermes was coming, or if he was somewhere else entirely. London was used to be alone, but there was a difference between being alone and knowing there were people around you could go to, and being alone and not knowing anyone to turn to.
She really should go to one of these meet and greet things within the building, or at least introduce herself to the neighbours, but her cheeks flamed as she thought about it. London did like people, she just didn't know what to say to them.
Deep in her longing thoughts, London didn't notice the people walking up and down the pavement that seperated the small street-dining area from the cafe-front. She definitely didn't notice the tall strapping young man staring at her with a look of bemusement on his face.
He wore a long trenchcoat, and blew on his hands for a moment as he rubbed them together. It was freezing, and his warm breath steamed the air for a second before evaporating into nothing.
He continued to stare at the lovely slender woman sitting alone. Just as he was about to take a step forward, however, a dark cloud passed over his face and he hesitated.
London finished her coffee and wiped her top lip with her napkin daintily, she always got milk-moustaches no matter how carefully she tried to avoid them. Suddenly she got the feeling that she was being stared at, and her heart leapt as out of the corner of her eye she caught a familiar figure.
As she turned her head though, she couldn't see what had first grabbed her attention. Where she thought her delightfully mischievious son was standing, turned out to be just a doorway leading up to the local bookstore. London looked around for a moment, hoping to catch a glimpse of something that would explain what she thought she had seen, but to no avail.
"Oh you silly girl," she chuckled to herself as she poked her used napkin into the empty latte glass and then put her spoon inside as well, "You're heart is running away with your imagination."
She moved her chair back and stood up, nodding her gratitude for the hot coffee to the barista behind the espresso machine.
Across the road, a man with tawny brown hair stood watching her.
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