Post by aphrodite on Oct 2, 2010 10:14:54 GMT -5
CHERISH NAOMI AMBROIX
sexual, sassy, spoiled
sexual, sassy, spoiled
BACK TO BASICS ' '
Full Name: Cherish Naomi Ambroix
Significance of Name: Cherish is a synonym for 'love', of which Aphrodite presided over. Naomi means 'a beauty above all others', which, here, refers to the Judgement of Paris; Paris chose Aphrodite to be the most beautiful out of Hera, Athena, and Aphrodite. Ambroix is derived from the name Ambrosios, which means ‘divine or immortal’, as in Aphrodite was the divine goddess of love and sex.
Nickname(s): Naomi, Nao, Cherry or Nomi (but only to family)
Age: 14
Gender: Female
Orientation: Straight
Grade: Freshman
Celeb you're using: Dianna Agron
Deity: Aphrodite - Greek
Title of your deity: Goddess of Sexuality
STRIKE A POSE ' '
Physical Appearance: Though only fourteen, Naomi is very mature-looking. She can easily pass for a senior in high school, at the very least; she's had people mistake her for a college student even.
Developed facial features of a woman in her early twenties, framed by long, silky, golden locks of hair, appear on the milky pale skin of this deceptively innocent freshman teenager. Her blue eyes can be wide with naiveté or narrowed in seduction, but either way they cast a spell on any they set their sights on; this allure works especially well with the male population of her species. Plucked to perfection brows add shape to these already awe inspiring eyes.
Moving down her person, we come to Naomi's athletically slender frame. Though she appears delicate and slight, do not be fooled. She can easily hold her own in various forms of martial arts; her specialty being Tae Kwon Do. Not that she necessarily needs to use it often; her ability, coupled with her curvaceous form, usually ensure her complete safety. Not tall enough to make men balk at the idea of being with her, she is still a statuesque figure with just the right amount of sublime contours to make men, and even some women, drool at the sight of her.
LET'S GET TO KNOW YOU BETTER ' '
Personality Description: Don't let her birth name fool you. Naomi very, very, very rarely tolerates being called Cherish. It was her mother's idea, because, apparently, Naomi was her last child. But she is less than the perfect child. At least, when alone.
When forced to entertain important clients for her father, Naomi will be the perfect lady, but only if Daddy promises her the world on a silver platter, so to speak. In her spare time, she's a bit of a party girl, staying up late and dancing with random guys at nightclubs. She obtained a fake ID when she was eleven, but the bouncers have stopped asking for it. Now, all she does is bat her eyelashes, and they leap over themselves to give her what she wants. Her parents have always tried to put a stop to this outlandish behavior, but their fruitless attempts have always ended in disaster, usually with her father promising to take something she loves away but never actually following through on it. This has caused Naomi to turn out very spoiled.
She’s also very vain. Naomi will spend several hours styling, unstyling, and restyling her hair before she goes out in public. You will be very hard pressed to find her looking less than her best, since, even when she’s preparing for bed, she takes the time to clean, moisturize, and apply a nightly mask to her face, arms, and legs. She has baby soft skin, and is proud of it.
Naomi has a mouth. Do not be fooled by her angelic appearance and seemingly charming disposition; she can cuss like a sailor, and has a temper that is quick and red hot. She’s fiery and passionate in everything she puts her mind into. She takes first impressions at face value, and it is difficult to gain favor in her eyes after it has been lost. She’s harsh in her judgments, and uncooperative.
Finally, Naomi is lonely. Never truly believing herself to be ‘loved’ by anyone, Naomi has a severe need for affection. Usually, this means she will sleep with guys if they say the magic words. She will flock to the bad boy types like flies to honey, and, because of her judgmental and vain personality, she will shun those she finds unworthy of her affections.
Likes:
- Wooing boys, especially the bad ones, into her room with the promise of sex
- Lounging on a beach, sipping cold raspberry lemonade, listening to the sound of the waves
- Hearing the sparrows outside her window sing in the morning and the doves coo in the afternoon
- Dressing in the height of fashion
- Flirting with cute boys
- Making a spectacle of herself by appearing at nightclubs and having multiple dance partners
Dislikes:
- Prudes who think she's too young to do what she does and that they know everything
- Killjoys who show up and ruin her fun
- Hunters who like to shoot birds, especially innocent sparrows
- "Parental advisement" that keeps her inside when she'd rather be out having a night on the town
- Being ignored and/or overlooked by the current object of her eye's adoration
- Having to do her own school work on her own because half the school isn't falling over themselves to do it for her anymore
Strength:
- Manipulative
- Charismatic
- Lovely
- Charming
- Deceptive
Weaknesses:
- Spoiled
- Foolish
- Judgmental
- Vain
- Cruel
- Careless
Fears:
- Naomi fears being labeled a freak, as she has heard some people are considered after transferring schools in the middle of the year.
- She also worries that she will always be lonely, only ever able to find physical but never emotional love. She hasn’t told anyone this concern, even her brother Tyler, for fear of being laughed at.
- Fitting in has always been a big thing for Naomi, and she’s afraid that, when she introduces herself to people, that they will not accept her as readily as she’s been told they will. This fear makes her fidget more than anything.
Goal:
- Naomi’s main goal in life at the moment is to acclimate herself to “that school”, as her parents call it, and move to the top of the ‘food chain’, so to speak. As far as she has heard, it won’t be difficult, given that she is an Olympian and just needs to introduce herself to the right people; namely Regina Vhale and Audrey Weymouth.
- After she has become accustomed to life at Pantheon Academy, Naomi intends to seek out some of her ‘past life’ love interests; out of sheer curiosity as to whether she will like any of the reincarnates more than she ‘did’. She’s going in with an open mind in this matter.
- Her final, less important goal (for her, that is) is for Naomi to make good grades in her classes, neutral as well as power lessons. Naomi is less than enthusiastic with this plan.
Power/Ability:
Desire Manipulation – An unconscious, uncontrolled ability that Naomi didn’t realize she had until her brother Tyler pointed it out. When tested, she found she could manipulate people’s desires by a thought, though also, unknowingly, when her emotions became unstable. Because of this, Naomi is constantly checking her emotional state, and will usually start freaking out if someone’s desires begin to mirror her own, especially if she doesn’t know the person. Admittedly, it makes her seem kind of like a basket case at times. What she has yet to realize is her ability only stretches as far as manipulating peoples’ sexual desires; this could be attributed to the fact that she is still young and naïve enough not to realize how sexually appealing she is and/or wishes to be.
Superhuman Beauty –
WELCOME TO MY LIFE ' '
Place of Origin:
History:
CONNECTION TO THE MYTH ' '
In this section, tell the similarities of your character to the god your character's based on. You can use bullets to make them as points.
ROLEPLAYING SAMPLE ' '
The day was quiet. No bluebirds chirped, nor blackbirds or robins. No furry woodland creatures, like squirrels or rabbits, stirred the underbrush. No branches swayed in a gentle breeze. The world was simply still, as though a storm brewed, and it was preparing itself for the strike. Somewhere, a foolish bullfrog croaked its existence, but, upon feeling the tension in the electrified air, quickly swallowed his throaty song and disappeared into the sanctity of lake muck. If one was deaf and dumb to the feelings of the world, one would not notice a storm forming. The sky was a clear, flawless blue that stretched for miles above the canopy of green foliage. Aside from a mugginess that made one claustrophobic and a disturbing calm about the place, nothing foretold of bad weather.
Through the vibrant and blooming woods, Margaret trudged, hot and more than a little irritable. She could feel the storm in the air; the ground practically rumbled with negative charges. It made her stomach knot as she batted pesky insects that couldn't take a hint away from her sweaty face. Why couldn't mosquitoes go into hiding like all the other creatures of the woods before a storm? It would make finding Jake a lot less taxing. As soon as she found the brat, she would give him such a thrashing. She could just see herself now, his tiny, fragile neck between her merciless grip; in her fantasy, she shook her little brother until some semblance of common sense was knocked into him. But then it changed, became more than just wanting to put sense into him; she wanted to hurt him, hurt him enough so he would never do something so foolish again. Her nails bit into his skin, drawing blood that oozed over between her fingers, making a sick squelching noise when she squeezed. The thick, dark red liquid smelled of wet iron and salt as she brought it to her lips and sucked it off her finger. Ambrosia scorched its way along her tongue, sliding down her throat to pool in her empty belly. The only sound audible to her was the cry of pain and beg of mercy from Jake, who had begun to sweat, his thick brown locks curling with the moisture along his brow.
No, she thought. Mercy is for the weak. I am strong. I will kill. Her canines sharped to daggers as she opened her mouth in a snarling grimace of amusement. Feeling the helpless, the weak, writhe and thrash excited her; she wanted to sink her fangs into his neck and taste the blood as it flowed from him, hot and fearful. Yes, that was what she wanted. Blood, tasting of fear and pain, flowing into her waiting mouth, quenching her undeniable thirst. She wanted this weak creature's throat open and exposed before her. She wanted...
Margaret awoke with a start, bolting up in bed; cold sweat trickled down her back, making her shiver in her nightgown. She tasted blood in her mouth, and ran her tongue along her parched, cracked lips. She needed water. Swinging her feet from under the coverlet, she made her way to the bathroom for a cup of good old fashioned tap water. On her way, she stopped by Jake's room and cracked the door; he lay in bed, eyes closed in the dreamless, black oblivion of a peaceful night's sleep. Margaret relaxed, and continued to the bathroom.
Unknown to her, outside her window, a black, hooded figure cursed, and disappeared silently into the moonless night.
BEHIND THE SCENE ' '
Your name: TBA
Age: Old enough
How long have you been RPing? Long enough to have no semblance of a normal life whatsoever
Where/How did you find us? The grapevine that wound its way around my house and up my gutter drain to my window. It was a very informative vine, and gorgeous, despite clogging my gutters.
