Post by levina marie halland on Mar 28, 2010 20:11:44 GMT -5
INTRODUCING THE ALMIGHTY
LEVINA MARIE HALLAND
LEVINA MARIE HALLAND
[/colour]BACK TO BASICS
full name -- Levina Marie Halland
nicknames -- None
parent -- Nephthys
status -- Demi-god
place of origin -- Egypt
age -- Fifteen
affiliation -- neutral
specialties -- Shadow manipulation//Speaking with the dead
face claim -- Dakota Fanning
THE REAL SOUL BENEATH
Levina is a strange girl, personality-wise. She's rather mean and obnoxious to people she doesn't know, usually pushing away people who try to speak to her with cold words or ignorance. She doesn't really know how to be sociable, as she spent most of her time around her mother being homeschooled, so there really wasn't much time to get to know people.
Levina is not a sociable person, she's as much a loner as a mangy tabby cat. She doesn't like to talk to people, doesn't like when people touch her, and if you so much as look at her weird she'll fly off the handle. Levina doesn't talk much, well, actions speak louder than words. Levina is ever sarcastic and mean, to anyone and anything who would listen.
When she's with a friend, Levina opens up more. She's actually pretty nice to her friends. She's very protective of her friends and her posessions. If anyone insults one of her friends, she'll never let it go. She has to get revenge. Levina is a firm believer in an eye for an eye, and always seems to be 'getting someone' for something or another.
Most of her flaws can be boiled down to the three A's--Arrogance, Aggression, and Ambition.
Arrogance- "Flaws? Me?"
Levina believes herself to be better than anyone else. She's constantly puts others down and thinks that she can do anything she wants to, and if anyone tells her otherwise, she becomes angry and attempts to show them that yes, she can in fact do what anyone else can, and not only that, she could do it better.
Aggresion- "Do you really want to provoke me?"
Levina is plagued by the inability to control her emotions. She blames the god blood in her, especially since her father was known for his wine-induced temper, but the truth is she would've been like that whether she was a demigod or not. She is very often seen picking fights with people, and becomes rather defensive about things, to the point where she blames things on everyone else.
Ambition- "Don't tell me no."
Levina wants to be the best. Her drive is so great that when anyone gets in her way, she shoves them aside without the slightest thought of them, only of what she could gain by doing so. She cannot stand people telling her no, and she usually does it anyone, leading to her getting into huge amounts of trouble.
A PIECE OF ANCIENT HISTORY
&.x in the BEGINNING
Levina's mother, Grace, owned a small vineyard in Central California, and had a steady income that came from her grapes. She never got out most; preferring to spend most of her time out with the grapes, tending to her crop. She believed the more TLC you gave to your life's work, the more you got out of it. She was right, in a way, her grapes grew big and delicious and sold very well.
Grace wasn't one to date much, never really got along with men, didn't feel she needed to get along with men. She met only with the ones she needed to do business with, and made it clear she wanted nothing more than 'business.' So it came as a great surprise when a man appeared on her doorstep, bottle of wine in hand and a dark red rose in hand. He called her 'beautiful lady' and 'lady of the vine', speaking in strange, archaic phrases.
She was immediately taken with the mysterious man, oddly enough. The wine he had brought had the most delicious taster, 'made with only the best grapes in your vineyard,' he said. It left her feeling giddy and lightheaded, and in the morning, hunger-over, alone, and pregnant.
&.x in the MIDDLE
Levina was everything Grace had hoped a child wouldn't be. She whined all night long, all day long, and spent almost every waking hour crying for food or water or whatever she felt she needed at the time. Grace employed a live-in nurse to care for the child, not really wanting anything much to do with her. The nurse, Helena, doted on Levina. Levina got everything she wanted and more from her, and she was very happy.
Soon enough, Grace decided to just give Levina to Helena, as they were 'two peas in a pod, deserving of each other and not deserving enough for me.' Helena and Levina packed up and moved to New York City, pretty much as far as they could get from Grace and her vineyard.
Levina soon found the streets of New York very dangerous; all the strange people she saw, all the animals who didn't seem quite... well, quite right. Helena became very worried when eleven-year-old Levina began telling her of men with one eye, dogs with scales, things that just couldn't--shouldn't--exist. Levina met with a psychiatrist twice a week, and she hated it. The psychiatrist asked odd questions, kept mentioning something called 'the mist' and seemed way too interested in her past. Levina always felt there was something off in the psychiatrist's mind; she could almost feel something evil, could almost feel the right way to make his mind... snap? Something like that. Something that would put him into a quivering wreck on the floor, seeing the things she saw, understanding that she was not crazy she was not schizo they were the crazy she was.. she was totally and completely normal.
The day came when she did snap. Well, not her. The psycho--as she came to know him--finally went bat-shit crazy and off his rocker, trying to attack her, screaming things like 'demigod' and 'unnatural filth.' He left his scars, deep mental scars that permanently altered her. She was taken to Camp Half-Blood by the receptionist, who turned out to be a Satyr.
Nothing was normal now, nothing would ever be normal. She couldn't heal her own mind, no, that was beyond help. Nothing she saw was real. No no she's just dreaming, just dreaming.
And of course.... there is no end. not yet.
THE ONE BEHIND THE MASK[/colour]
alias -- Misteh
other characters -- n/a
how you found us -- proboards (sevendays)
other -- phantom
She loved the fields. She loved how the vines seemed to perk up when she walked around them, how you could always count on it to swallow you whole and take you away, far far away. It was almost like a detatchment from reality, like where you were was nothing nothing like the real world, and you were imagining the immense beauty surrounding you. It was like a slice of heaven in a cruel world, like everything you ever fought for and hurt for and died for was for THIS this little slice of heaven on Earth that is so beautiful, so peaceful, so... so... unlike anything ever before. All in all, it was the perfect place for Levina Halland
She wandered through the plants, basking in the warmth of the sun. It was the perfect place to think, about life, about the world, about... well, just anything. What she thought about, what she usually thought about--was, well, nothing. She just let her mind go blank, just listening to the breezes, the birds, taking in all the sights and scents and becoming one with the plants. That was the only thing she really got along with-- various vine plants and creepers.
Humans, now, well they were a lot harder. Harder to read, harder to communicate with, 'cause you know plants ain't gonna stab you in the back the way 'friends' do, the way 'parents' do. they don't understand, those people. They don't care, They're oblivious to the world and everything inside it. They're concerned with only themselves, their looks, popularity, money... Only a few people weren't concerned about that. They were the only ones she could really connect with.
Like finds like, insanity thrives with madness.
And speaking of madness.... Voices sounded from up ahead. There were three people there, a girl from Demeter's cabin, some unimportant kid of a minor god, and...and... her brain seemed to stop working, cause there, right in front of her, was her father.
She wandered through the plants, basking in the warmth of the sun. It was the perfect place to think, about life, about the world, about... well, just anything. What she thought about, what she usually thought about--was, well, nothing. She just let her mind go blank, just listening to the breezes, the birds, taking in all the sights and scents and becoming one with the plants. That was the only thing she really got along with-- various vine plants and creepers.
Humans, now, well they were a lot harder. Harder to read, harder to communicate with, 'cause you know plants ain't gonna stab you in the back the way 'friends' do, the way 'parents' do. they don't understand, those people. They don't care, They're oblivious to the world and everything inside it. They're concerned with only themselves, their looks, popularity, money... Only a few people weren't concerned about that. They were the only ones she could really connect with.
Like finds like, insanity thrives with madness.
And speaking of madness.... Voices sounded from up ahead. There were three people there, a girl from Demeter's cabin, some unimportant kid of a minor god, and...and... her brain seemed to stop working, cause there, right in front of her, was her father.
