dasha

Name: Your name is Daria “Dasha” Petrova. Usually people call you a mix of Dasha and Daria. Occasionally you’re called “Bambi” by some. You’re not sure whether or not you should tell them Bambi was a boy.
Age: You were born on January 3rd, 2002. This makes you 17 years old. You were born on the coldest day of the year, your mother was snowed in so her neighbor had to help deliver you.
Gender: You’re female.
Sexuality: You’re gay. You’ve known this for a while, but you haven’t really told anybody. You’re not exactly sure how.
Faceclaim (if there is one): Kaylee Bryant

Country of Origin: This is tricky, technically you’re Russian, but all you’ve ever really known is America.
Place of Birth: You were born in St. Petersburg, Russia.
Race/skin color: You’re caucasian. Your skin is fair.
Hair color: Brown
Eye color: Brown
Height: 5’5”
Body type: Lean

Mortal Parent: Yelena Petrova. She is the daughter of Russian socialites Maria and Ivan Petrov. They’re still alive, but you and your mother don’t talk to them. They’re russian orthodox and the thought of a baby born out of wedlock was enough to make your grandmother faint. Your mother still got the occasional cheques, but you’ve never talked to them.
Your relationship with your mother is strained. You know she cares about you deep down, but it’s hard to see. She was often gone when you were little, and you got very good at fending for yourself.
God Parent: Pluto. Your mother doesn’t talk about how she met him, though, to be fair, she doesn’t talk about much.

Powers (things that use energy): You can summon hunks of precious metal and minerals such as gems. The metal/gems need to be nearby in the soil, and can’t be bigger than 3 cubic feet in diameter. Usually small things relatively shallow in the ground will take less than a post to surface. Bigger things or things deep in the ground will take a couple posts to surface. Depending on the size of the object you can summon these things from 1 to 5 times per topic with a two post cooldown. You also have the ability to shape precious metals to your will, including stygian iron and imperial gold. You can do this five times per topic.
Abilities (things that don't use energy): You can sense when someone is about to die. You can also sense when someone nearby has died. It’s like a shiver down your spine, except ten times worse.
Personality: Meek is a good word that describes you. Your mother often called you that. She always told you to speak louder, to fight for yourself. You can never seem to manage that. You’re a people pleaser, you follow the rules because it’s what makes others happy. You don’t complain, which isn’t saying much because you barely talk. When you arrived at camp people thought you were mute. You just were petrified and afraid to say anything. Maybe they’re right when they called you bambi, because you’re like a deer in the headlights.
It’s not like you want to be this way. You want to be the person your mother wants you to be, but you just can’t. You don’t know how to be confident or strong or rebellious.
Still, you’re kind, your considerate. You aren’t meant to be like the others, and sometimes you think that’s a good thing.
Talents: You’re fluent in Russian, and it’s actually your first language. You’re one of the very few that actually like studying. It’s the learning that you like, gaining knowledge is always fun to you. Sometimes you journal, but it’s hard for you to keep it up.
Flaws (at least three): All your flaws have been mentioned above.

History (at least five sentences): You were born in St. Petersburg, Russia. Your mother was used to the lavish lifestyle, private jets and yachts. You were born in a tiny apartment that your mother could get with the cash she still had. You think deep down she resents you for this. If you hadn’t been conceived she might still be wealthy, happy, careless.
Your mother begged your grandparents for mercy, and they agreed to give her some money for a while, until your mother could get on her feet. She used this money to take you to America.
You grew up in New York, where your mother’s sister was. Your Aunt Emilia was in fashion, and she had a large apartment in the middle of the city. You would stand by the window, looking down at all the cars and people below you.
Eventually you and your mother moved into your own apartment, not as fancy but still nice. Your mother had found some nice men willing to give her money. She never said exactly what she was doing, but you had an idea. She’d go out at night, dressed in skin tight outfits that sparkled, leaving you with a microwave dinner and occasionally a babysitter. You got used to being by yourself.
Your mother tried to make it up to you by buying you nice things, but it wasn’t the same. Other girls would get handwritten notes with their homemade lunches. You would get twenty dollars left on the kitchen counter. Sometimes when your mother came home especially drunk, she’d leave a hundred and you’d have to explain to the lunch lady why you were paying your lunch with a hundred dollar bill.
One day lupa came by and took you to camp.
Cohort (if Roman): four
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