Happy 20th Birthday Felicity Katerina Caner; Daughter of Tyche [September 19, 1996]
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Happy 20th Birthday Felicity Katerina Caner; Daughter of Tyche [September 19, 1996]
“I never said you were. I was just making sure.”
“Well it kind of sounded like you were.”
“So you’re sure you lost it in here?”
“Yes, I’m positive. I’m not an idiot.”
“You think? How long have you been here?”
“Five years, give or take.”
“I don’t think I’ll ever be used to the place. Even now. It’s always changing. New campers, old campers, and returning campers. This place is amazing and frightening.”
“This place will get old really quick.”
“I’m sorry, but you are a little late for welcoming me.”
“I was joking sweetheart. You know you’re used to camp when you don’t want to be a demigod anymore.”
“You know, I think I saw you– Or rather your body.”
Sol laughed as she jumped and spun. Not many people were up this early, and the arena was a great place to practice her dancing. The floor was mostly even, so she didn’t have much to trip on. She was so caught up in it, she didn’t notice anyone else coming in.
“You’re not doing that part right,” Felicity said, walking in. “You can break your ankle doing that wrong.”
“I’m done being a demigod.”
“Welcome to camp.”
“It would be easier if I knew your name, not-Lorcan.”
“Fizz Caner, Tyche child.”
“I mean, I miss my dick, but just look at this gorgeous body.”
“Have you seen you brother? Or your body’s brother? Or my body? Holy hell how the fuck do I explain how to find my fucking body.”
“I know this is a camp and all, but this does not look like a very good welcoming party.”
Felicity put down her book when she watched her sister walk into the cabin. She hugged her. “Well I might’ve if you would’ve told me you were coming back.”
(insp.)
“I know,” Tyler said with a smile.
“It’s okay, I don’t mind,” Tyler replied, “Like I said, I’m your brother. You’ve got me now.”
“And you’ve got me.”
[ BASICS. ]
Full Name: Felicity Katerina Caner Nickname(s): Fizz Age: 19 Gender: Female Preferred Pronouns: she/her/hers Date of Birth: September 19, 1996 Astrological Sign: Virgo Place of Birth: Sydney, Australia Residence: Sydney, Australia/Camp Half-blood Cabin XIX Species: Demigod Parent(s)/Guardian(s): Walter Caner (father) and Tyche (mother) Sibling(s): -Half brothers [mother’s side]: Tyler Stone, Fabian Di Vincenzo -Half sisters [mother’s side]: Cleo Holloway, Judith Khan (unknown) Children: Pet(s): Spoken Language(s): English, Ancient Greek Sexual Orientation: Pansexual Romantic Orientation: Panromantic Religion: Non-worshiping Ancient Greek Polytheist
[ PHYSICAL. ]
Hair Color: Dark Brown Eye Color: Dark Brown Height: 5′ 9″ Weight: 160lbs Build: Slim Dominant Hand: Right Glasses or Contacts: Neither Tattoos: a tattoo of the Virgo constellation on her right wrist Piercings: Ears Scars: small scar behind her left ear and a few burn scars on her hands Powers/Abilities: win every game of chance, can manipulate luck occasionally butvery weakening for her Physical or Mental Illnesses: Dyslexia, ADHD, Gambling addiction Allergies: Latex
[ PSYCHOLOGICAL. ]
Dreams: to be a professional dancer, to be in a performance of the nut cracker Skills: ballet, dancing, making explosives Habits: making explosives excessively when bored, dancing when nervous, biting her lip, picking split ends from her hair Hobbies: dancing, fighting, listening to music Likes: classical music, ballet, watching dance videos, gambling, exploding things Dislikes: blood, mistakes, quests, death, failure Phobias: Being homeless, hemophobia (fear of blood) Positive Traits: careful, accurate, hard-working Negative Traits: harsh, manipulative, blunt Alignment: chaotic neutral
[ HISTORY. ]
Had Sex: yes Smoke | Drank | Done Drugs: no | yes | no Education: Public school until she was 14, then has been attending Camp Half Blood Full Year since then. Occupation: full time camper and head of cabin Occupation they wanted as a child: a dancer Criminal Record: Underage gambling
[ RELATIONSHIPS. ]
Significant Others: Significant Flings: Current Crushes: Best Friends: Caine McKeauage Friends: tba Rivals: Enemies:
[ OTHER. ]
Weapon of Choice: Explosives Faceclaim: Phoebe Tonkin
The initial sting that inflamed his cheek was truthfully a bit arousing, but quickly settled in to discomfort. “Noted and I assume you are taken this lovely evening.”
“No, but why would you go up to a woman and just kiss them without asking? That’s incredibly disrespectful.”