JONES, penthesilea

[Penthesilea Jones]

PENTHESILEA JONES
IS YOUR NEW BEST FRIEND

See a Penny, pick her up...

IF YOU DON'T LIKE ME
I DO NOT CARE

FULL NAME Penthesilea Jones
NICKNAMES Penny
AGE 26
GENDER female.
SEXUALITY straight
STATUS single; though there's a certain someone she has...had...ok, let's go with "dates" with
RACE Demigod
OCCUPATION OR GRADE fighter of monsters
SPECIAL POWERS & ABILITIES damn good fighting skills, she has a degree of empathy with dogs, but nothing near the telecommunication that PJ can have with horses

I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP
I CAN HELP MYSELF

HAIR COLOUR black, just below her jaw, usually worn back
EYES large, dark and eloquent, she does not hide emotion well
SCARS oh lord...tonnes...there's the one on her leg from one of the Argo's lifeboats, a series of long, purple-silver lines on her back where she was once flogged, and dozens on her right arm, legs and torso from fighting monsters over the past few years.
TATTOOS no tattoos
PIERCINGS she had a few, but they've all healed
PLAY-BY Nikki Amuka-Bird

APPEARANCE She's tall for a girl, five foot eight is nothing to sniff at, and though she looks lithe and slender, there's a kick ass vibe you get just from looking at her. Her body is very scarred, and she limps slightly in cold, wet weather from a knee injury fighting the minotaur when she was at camp.
WARDROBE OK, she has a full length leather jacket that was a gift from her father and repels fire, greek fire and explosions. Under it she normally wears jeans or loose jersey trousers, tank tops, those long sleeved Ts, and whenever she can, her faded Camp Half Blood Leavers 2002 hoodie. Around her neck she wears a necklace with six beads on it.

DON'T JUDGE ME
AND I WON'T JUDGE YOU

LIKES

• ACDC
  
• aerosmith
  
• soldiers, if not the wars they fight
  
• chopper bikes (they remind her of her father)
  
• thai food

DISLIKES

• cold, wet weather
  
• being beaten/needing help
  
• people who don't indicate before they turn on the road
  
• mushrooms
  
• Aphrodite

FEARS

• losing her best friend, Danny
  
• claustrophobia

SECRETS *whispers* penny and apollo, sitting in a tree...

OVERALL PERSONALITY
Loyal, obeys orders and expects them to be obeyed! Penny is british, and that does make a difference. She complains, but she does tell herself to man up and get on with it too. She is prone to shouldering burdens that should perhaps be shared.

GET OVER IT
I'M JUST A PERSON

OLYMPIAN PARENT Ares
MORTAL PARENT Lt Colonel Sioned Jones, 55
SIBLINGS none
OTHER IMPORTANT PEOPLE Danny Young (who will be joined later), best friend from camp who travels around with her Saving People, Hunting Things. He's ying to her yang, and not, I repeat not shipped with her.
ORIGIN Ah tricky, se her mam as we will see below, was military, so she moved every two years.
HISTORY Her mam is a retired Lt Colonel working for the Milt Int dept of the RAF, and so travelled a lot, especially since she was principally a liason with the USAF. Penny tended to hang to herself. She saw things other kids didn't, she got into fights that she thought were a normal part of life, she found it difficult to hang out with kids less restless than her, lacking her reflexes and endless energy. She was pretty good at atheletics, from running long distance to javelin and stuff. And the couple of times she was at a school that had archery she was the best they'd ever had.

However, one time she went home with scratches and bruises she couldn't hide, and her mother (now a major...well, actually a wing commander, i've been translating because army ranks are better known!) realised that her child was just as afflicted by attack as her father had warned she might be.

He's Ares btw. I've mentioned this. He keeps tabs on army peeps now and then, and ended up meeting Sioned at an custom bike show in Dallas. They talked about the concept of Just War Theory over beers and burgers, and rock and metal over more beers, and finally leather and chrome over tequila shots.

He wouldn't claim to have loved Sioned, he's not...ok...he is a liar, but he wouldn't lie about that. He asked her to call their girl Penthesilea, after a child of his from years before who had had a sad life, hoping that in this new girl, there would be a chance for hope, and happiness.

She got to Camp Half Blood when she was about to turn 12, back in 1996. She was claimed by her father after her first training session, when she picked up a javelin and hit the middle of the target. A vulture (one of the birds affiliated with her father) soared out over the trees, flew around the target three times, flew over Penny's head, and vanished.

While at camp she became best friends with Daniel Young, a Hermes camper with more of a badass image of himself than was really warranted by his actions. He teased her, she called him an idiot, he went to her for advice everytime one of his relationships went sour, she got him to teach her how to be popular (*hums Popular from Wicked*) and not quite so solitary. They also bonded when they discovered that everyone else at camp was into Britney (pre-bald years), Justin Timberlake (post-britney years) and they knew all the words to Back in Black.

Since she and Danny left camp, they've travelled together, fighting monsters all over the US. Now though, they're longing for the camp fires, the Big House, the strawberries, and the comradeship of being among people who know what you are, because they're the same.

So, they're headed back to camp, where they hope they can help out. Teach half bloods the things the world has taught them, and see if the old place has changed any! They want to pay back the place they loved so much with a little hard work. After all, Chiron can't train everyone all the time, can he! He might strain a fetlock or something.

TRUST ME
I'M NOT ANOTHER STRANGER

ALIAS welshie
AGE 23
RULE WORDS "If my life is going to mean anything, I have to live it myself."
WHERE CAN WE CONTACT YOU? PM, or email [e-mail]
WHERE DID YOU FIND US? through the affiliates on Camp Half Blood

This is a random piece from the site that is my main RP, it started out as Robin Hood, but now it's historical. Mostly...we're following the events from 1194 to 1200, in England, Normandy, Wales, Scotland, Ireland, France, Italy, Spain...such as some of these countries existed...
i honestly don't have a clue what to post...so...tadah!

It would take years to be finished, she knew that, but looking over the llan now, she knew it was worth it. The holy places had been so since before memory, certainly before the Bible came to Britain, but Gwerful knew that holiness was more than religion, it was even more then faith. It was goodness, these places were good, and people were granted a little glimpse of grace, solace in the sometimes cruelly harsh reality of life. She pulled her cloak and mantle closer around her body, breathing the ice cold air and feeling the spirit of the spring and hope enter her soul.

She pushed back her hood, and loosed her hair for a moment, closing her eyes and offering up a wordless, love-filled prayer for her husband, her sister and her brothers, for Gwenllian's children too, and for each of the souls that spread out from her in a gossamer web. Her brothers' men, Margred's friends, their loved ones, their friends.

"A church then," Nest stepped forward, her warmth audible in her voice.

"And houses. Outhouses where travellers can stay. A wooden hall for giving out bread and broth and such." She pointed further down the hill. "Down there. But here...yes. A church."

"It'll take a while to build, years even."

Gwerful looked over her shoulder, and she smiled still.

"You know our family, Nest. We need something to do. Merely sitting by and watching the years roll doesn't sit well with any of us. Not my your uncles, your aunts...or your mother." She looked back over the llan and in her mind's eye she saw it, the chapel, and the people who would come there. The people she would help, could help. Nest took her hand and they leaned to gether, aunt and niece, red hair against near black, looking out at the place that would be Gwerful's child and purpose. For now at least, though Gwerful would never stop hoping. Never stop dreaming. It had only been four years, there was still time.

"I still miss her," Nest murmured, her voice low, but clear in the cold air.

"So do I," Gwerful answered, applying gentle pressure to the hand in hers. "I think we always will, and always should."

These lands were filled with women called Gwenllian, named for a warrior princess as cymraes as they came. But their Gwenllian had not been a warrior, though fighting blood ran in her veins, and fighting spirit had raised its head. She was indomitable, and so strong, so strong they had never thought, even in the last hours, that she could possibly be taken from them.

"I think I'll have it dedicated to her," she mused.

"You don't have to," Nest said quickly, "I didn't mean--"

"Oh, honey no," Gwerful turned, and too both of her friend's hands. "I'm not doing it for you!" She smiled, that quick, slightly mischievous smile. "I mean it. I'll see, I just...it's an idea. Anyway, come on, your hands are frozen. When I come to visit you, we sit all nice and warm, and when you visit me I take you up into the hills where you'll likely catch a chill."

Nest laughed, and they returned to their horses and the waiting men who were something between workers and guards, and who waited patiently.

"We're made of sterner stuff than that, Goch," she reminded her aunt. "It's practically spring!"

"I know, Ddu," she answered, as she was helped up into the saddle. "I know. But if you are in...that condition." There was no note of wistfulness, no heartache for herself, only concern and care for her sister's daughter. "Anyway, the sooner we get back the sooner I can show you our brindle's new pups. They're going to be the best we've bred!"

"Oh well in that case," Nest grinned at her, and they turned their mares down the slope, not fast, because the winter ground was tricksome, but with an ambling pace that spoke of how safe they were now, here in the foothills of Eryri. Not long ago, this place would not have been so secure, and when they had lived in Mon, riding abroad would never have been allowed, and would certainly not be safe for women with the blood of Cynan ab Owain in their veins.

I GUESS I'LL GO
BEST BE ON MY WAY OUT

[(Spike)]

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thank you for taking the time to join this site
Also, thank you for putting up with my Rp Nazi stuff...
Just an idea, I think penny should help monitor Capture the flag.