Nevaeh Sayre

[Nevaeh Sayre]

NEVAEH ELISE SAYRE



THE BASICS

Name: Nevaeh Elise Sayre | Pronounced neh-VAY-uh
Nicknames: Nev, Neve
Age Sixteen
Gender: Female
Years at Camp: Nine Years

FAMILY

Father: Zion, God of the Northern Sky
Stepfather: Zachary Sayre
Mother: Sylvia Sayre (née Dormer)
Siblings: David (14) and Hunter (11); children of Zion
Children: None – Neve has never been involved with anyone like that
Other: Aiden Chase – partner in crime/best friend
Pets: Ghost – a Czechoslovakian Wolfdog; Liath Sciathán (nicknamed Gray) – grayish white wind horse

APPERANCE

Species: Vea Demigod
Hair: Lofty flaxen blonde
Eyes: Light Blue
Skin: Caucasian White
Stature: slender but covered in lean muscle
Clothing Style: Neve’s clothing is all about efficiency: she’s got to be able to move. A comfortable pants and a simple cotton shirt is all she really needs. A sleek black leather jacket is her signature piece of clothing. Neve never goes anywhere without it. As for footwear, give her a pair of black combat boots and she’s a happy camper.
Distinguishing Features: Nevaeh has her fair share of battle scars and wounds like all the rest of the demigods. Her more prominent scars are one that runs up her leg from her mid-thigh to her trochanter and another that runs from her right shoulder blade to the middle of her back. Then on her left shoulder she has a tattoo of the North Star.

PERSONALITY

Likes:

• The Night Sky
  
• Zipping around on her motorcycle
  
• Listening to the rain
  
• Maxwell House Coffee
  
• Her Leather Jacket
  
• Travelling
  
• Fighting and more importantly winning
  
• Camp Zion
  
• Comfort Food

Dislikes:

• Dresses
  
• People who don’t pull their own weight
  
• Double Standards
  
• Waiting around for something to happen
  
• Monsters
  
• Prisses
  
• Gossip

Strengths:

• Thinking on her feet
  
• Agility
  
• Speed
  
• Natural Leadership Skills
  
• Aerokinesis
  
• Taking care of herself

Weaknesses:

• Very Short Temper
  
• Stubborn
  
• Claustrophobic

Fears:

• Losing her family (including her camp family)
  
• Dark, tight, tiny spaces
  
• Being dragged into a mall and force to buy girly clothes

Weapons:

Scianeamh – Her main weapon. It’s a baselard dagger forge from Elision Silver. When not in use, it turns in to an ordinary nail file.

She also keeps a recurve bow and a quiver of Elision Silver tip arrows on her person while traveling, hunting, and fighting. Neve has also learned how to use her lumokinesis, using the little balls of light as a grenade. She also uses it to manifest a shield around her body. It’s kind of acts like Kevlar; of course its strength depends on her energy level.

Fighting Style:

Nevaeh prefers to combat her opponents/enemies at close range, using her dagger to deliver quick and fatal attacks. Her movements are very fluid and almost acrobatic in a sense, as she seems to be always moving. Instead of using brute strength, she utilizes her speed and agility to gain advantage over her opponents, wearing them out by dodging their attacks.

Neve is also a proficient archer. Her aim is not as good as a child of Apollo or Hunter of Artemis, but it comes pretty close. Then there are times when she just throws her arrows like a knife, increasing their velocity by manipulating the north wind to speed them on.

Overall:

All in all, Nevaeh is a piece of work. She’s more or less a tomboy, shying away for anything she deems girly. She can also be a stubborn pain in the butt when she wants to be, and there is no budging her in any way shape or form.

Neve is a very mature and independent individual, possessing a just amount of self-confidence. Although she’s not what one would call a social butterfly, Nevaeh usually has a few friendly words and a kind smile to throw her friends’ way. She is quite loyal to those who she counts as her comrades and will stick by them through thick and thin. To the younger campers, she acts sort of like a mama bear, sticking up for them and helping them out whenever they need.

Navaeh thinks of her self as a natural born leader. She would like to think that her confidence and bravery inspire other to follow her and put their faith in her. Although it is a daunting task to bear such a weight, Neve feels that it is her duty to do so. She wants to be someone other can look up to. Though she can’t hold a candle to a child of Athena or Minerva, Nevaeh is a pretty smart cookie. She doesn’t rush into situations head on; instead she thinks them through even if it’s only for five minutes. On that note, Neve is known for her ability to think on the fly.

Unfortunately, Nevaeh has a bit of a temper. She can be quite nasty when she’s cross, so it’s best to stay out of her way. It’s always best to give her plenty of space until she cools down unless you want to be the target of some very rude insults. Neve does try to rein in her anger, not wanting to lash out at her comrades, but sometimes anger management doesn’t always work.

HISTORY

Born: December 18
Homeland: New Orleans, LA – Her family on her mother’s side is of English descent.

History:

Like all demigods, Nevaeh’s story began before she was even born. Her mother had moved to America, New Orleans to be exact to be a French teacher in one of the city’s high schools. Now one night Sylvia was leaving the school late at night and was walking home to her apartment. Her sense of direction must have been off due to the nocturnal environment because Sylvia soon found herself lost. Luckily for Nevaeh’s mother, there was a guiding light close by.

Zion, God of the Northern Skies, had sensed Sylvia, and taken by her beauty, decided to take up the part of a good southern gentleman. After nearly scaring the poor lost French teacher half to death, the Prince of the Gods escorted Sylvia back to her apartment. Then the next day, he showed up with a bouquet of flowers for her after the school day ended. Needless to say, Sylvia fell hard for the god. After the initial wooing and flirting, Sylvia learned about Zion’s divinity, and she knew she could not keep him. However, she could keep his child that she was carrying in her womb.

On December 18 just before dawn, Nevaeh was born. Trying to do the best he could, Zion risked staying two weeks after his daughter’s birth in order to help Sylvia. After that he disappeared never to return. Knowing that she had to protect her daughter from the unseen dangers that lurked in plain sight, Sylvia began dating the high school’s twelfth grade history teacher, Zachary Sayre. Zachary had been kind to Sylvia during her pregnancy and after Zion left by shopping for Sylvia and watching baby Nevaeh. It wasn’t long before Zachary proposed to Sylvia, and of course she accepted.

After the wedding, Zachary adopted Nevaeh, giving her his surname. Then soon after that, Sylvia gave birth to her first son, David, and three years later she had another son named Hunter.

Life got real for Nevaeh when she was only seven years old. Due to her demigod nature, Nevaeh and her family were constantly being attacked by monsters, which caused a bit of a riff in her family. Having a feeling that she was the source of the problem, Nevaeh ran away from home with only a kitchen knife to protect herself with. She battle monsters across Louisiana, following the voice in her head, which unbeknownst to her at the time was her father’s. Then when she was close to the Louisiana’s northern border, an Aura, a wind nymph, found little Nevaeh and spirited her off to Camp Zion.

Having arrived to the camp on a Friday, Nevaeh did not have to wait very long to be claimed by her godly parent, Zion. During the ceremony, the God of the Northern Sky claimed his daughter proudly, and Nevaeh was accepted by her bloodline. Needless to say, the little demigod liked it very much at Camp Zion. She was safe and surrounded by other like her. When the summer term ended, Nevaeh was very surprised and very happy that her mother, stepfather, and stepbrothers were waiting for her outside the camp’s borders—the wind nymph had informed her family of her location. From then on, Nevaeh went back to Camp Zion every summer.

The real fun started when she entered high school. Having been raised along two boys, Nevaeh turned into a bit of a tomboy. She became best friends with a boy named Aiden Chase, and boy, did they get into a bit of too much trouble. They often cut their last period, which Nevaeh was more than happy to do, and ran around the neighborhood. However Aiden did not like the fact that she left him every summer. Of course Nevaeh could never tell him why, so she just told him to suck it up and deal with it. Also during her time at home, Zachary taught his stepdaughter how to ride a motorcycle, attempting to bond with her. Well it worked because Nevaeh thought that riding the motorized bike was the coolest thing in the world.

During her time at camp, Nevaeh focused her training on dagger combat (yes she stuck with a knife), archery, and agility. She also trained her demigod powers, which include aerokinesis and lumokinesis, and became pretty damn good at using them. Over the years she’s led the Zion bloodline to victory in the hunts, won a good amount of sword contests, and two jousting matches (honestly she rather watch the jousts than be part of them).

Nevaeh has also been sent on a few quests during her stay at camp. Her favorite quest was capturing and taming her wind horse, Liath Sciathán. The mythic steed roamed the mountains of Montana, and Zion wanted her to win the horse for her mount. Well it was not an easy task. At all. Liath Sciathán was quicker than the winds of a category five hurricane and was a tricky one to boot. Nevaeh chased the stallion around for a week before she learned that the equine was playing with her. Yes, I mean playing with her like a child. With that in mind, Nevaeh began to ignore the wind horse, which only incited his curiosity. It didn’t take long for the equine to come to her, and when he did, Nevaeh roped him with a magic fetter. Now at first the wind horse did not like the demigod upon his back, but when they both became attuned to one another they formed an indissoluble bond and an everlasting friendship.

ALL THE REST

Name/Alias: Mimi
Age: 21
Experience: I forget: 8-10 yrs at least
Other characters: Just Nevaeh
Face claim: Teresa Palmer
Referral: Dreamer hooked me up
RP Sample:

As Eirianna sauntered up the front walk of her best friend’s house, she could already hear the blaring rock music that was surely erupting from the stereo inside the house. It was the tell tale sign that Nate was in one of those mood, and it was all the more reason for the pop singer to utilize more than ever her unusual skill of running in platform heels. So with the bag of gourmet fast food, which could only happen in the Capitol, Eira bolted up the front door, her black platform stilettos clicking and clacking on the stone of the path.

Before she had even reached the front door, the singer had already dug the house key out of her shocking pink satchel and swiftly unlocked the door like she had done so many times before. After she swung open the door, Eirianna gracefully walk across the foyer passing empty beer bottles and stepping over old take out, her pink petticoat skirt bouncing about her thighs as she stepped carefully around the room. Before going to find Nate, Eira made a quick detour through the kitchen, dropping off their meal on the bit of empty counter space that she found.

The Master of Ceremonies had been doing this every night since Jimmy died like clockwork. On her way home from collaborating at the recording studio or preparing for the Hunger Games, Eirianna would drop by Nate’s with a meal. She had to make sure something was filling his stomach besides alcohol. In truth, bearing gifts of burgers and fries, pie, cookies, steak, fresh veggies, and a fruit basket or two was her tactful way of keeping on her traumatized friend. Eira had already lost one, and, God help her, she wasn’t going to lose another. Even if she had to toss all the booze.

As she exited the kitchen, the sound of metal plummeting to the ground made her heart jump. As if it was a matter of life or death, Eira rushed to the living room where she was sure she would find a less than Nate. One thing she knew for sure was drinking and weightlifting never really went hand and hand no matter how good one’s liver was.

Sure enough, it was there that the pop singer found her best friend trying to hold himself together, literally. She noticed his muscles shaking, whether from emotion or exertion she was quite sure. The thin sheen of moisture that coated his body highlighted the tiny tremors. She stood against the doorframe, singing in harmony with the song that was blasting from the stereo. Eira was sure he hadn’t noticed her presence yet, and she didn’t want to startle him. It was always best to let him ride it out and then just be there for him.

She wasn’t shocked or startled when Nate took out his anger and frustration on the wall. Better the wall than him, and it wasn’t good to keep all his emotions bottled up. Eira would much rather that he vent in any way he deemed necessary as long as it was dangerous to others. When she was sure he was done hitting things, Eirianna crossed the room to the stereo and shut it off. The forthcoming silence was all but deafening.

“Natie.” She murmured her nickname for him, her soft musical voice laced with concern as she moved towards him. Then she wrapped her tiny arms around his well-built body, embracing him gently and lovingly in an attempt to comfort him. To anyone else, it looked like a lamb embracing a lion, but it wasn’t strange for them. They were each other rocks, keeping one another grounded.

Then releasing her hug, she cradled his head in her petite hands, looked up at him with a kind smile, and remarked, in a gentle, tranquil tone, “Natie, I brought dinner. A yummy burger and fries from Tulio’s. I even got the broccoli salad that you like. Sound good?”

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[LEONTUS]

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