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Name: Nike Scipio
Gender:Female
Age: 16
Son/Daughter of (God): Hephaestus, (Legacy of Venus)
Appearance:http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l62126nsW11qz83i8o1_500.jpg
Background:Nike was raised by her mother for only a short few years, Her mother a Daughter of Venus was killed in a monster attack, Nike survived and was sent to a foster home, Which she was kicked out of for making things 'Beautiful' She would make weapons and other things from the most basic stuff she could find and not only make it good to use but also pleasing to look at, She cut up her clothes and remade them to be more 'Beautiful', She loved the thought of Beauty and often tried to make herself and everything around her turn 'Beautiful', After a while she became arrogant proclaiming her art matched Apollo's, That her Beauty was second only to Venus, That she made things Hephaestus would be proud of And even that she could match Hercules in feats of strength, She didn't know why but she had an odd like for Greco-Roman myths,
Stats: 30 Points to Spend, 6 point maximum on a single stat.
Strength: (Attack Power and other Physical Feats) 6
Will: (Mental Resistance) 0 (Now 8)
Dexterity: (Reaction Time) -2
Constitution: (Physical Resistance) 0
Intelligence: (Analyzing Environments and Situations) 4
Charisma: (Success in Social Situations) 6
You dream of the world. Tall towering trees. Expansive deserts. A colorful reef in a clear ocean. Each of then morph into something of awe inspiring beauty. It almost seems impossible. Seems impossible. But attainable, with the right resources.
You wake up from your dream. You are in a place that has absolutely no beauty, a jail cell. You remember they brought you in on vandalism charges in Columbus Circle. You had a vision, but the law didn't agree with it. They gave you a phone call last night, but you had no one to call. You were on your own, and trapped in the hands of the law.
You sit in your cell for an hour, thinking about his you could spruce it up, when an officer comes to your cell and unlocks it.
"Somebody payed your bail."
A nerdy looking kid in crutches limps in. He is wearing a gray and white plaid shirt and wears a black fedora with a gray stripe wrapping around. He rapidly greets you.
"Nice to finally meet you Nike. I'll explain everything outside, it's probably best to get moving right now."