Felicitas Kirk

{{Version 5 Character Page |border=#696969 |main font color=#342344 |main top=#45BA6E |main bottom=#ffffff |header border=#A7F79E |header top=#ffffff |header bottom=#a9a9a9 |header font color=#342344 |header font size=300% |header font=Times New Roman |name=Dion Lucea |header font shadow=3px 3px #93a011 |header divider= |shadow 2=2px 2px #93a011 |header font size 2=185% |hide show font color=#342344 |font size=130% |font size 2=145% |font=Arial |titles=Daughter of Tyche; Lady Albatross |char image= |user=User:Eikones |updated=8/26/2015 |word bubble= |theme image= |full name=Felicitas "Zita" Kirk |pronunciation=Feh-lee-zee-tahs Kyerk |nicknames=Little Albatross |name meaning=Felicitas is Latin for "Lucky" and is a common Eastern European name |born=June 17 |status=Alive |current age=16 |gender=Female |species=Demigod |nationality=Danish-American |sexuality=Undecided |relationship status=Single |native language=English |accent=New England, United States |languages=English, with the Demigod ability to understand Ancient Greek |divider 1= |history=Einar Kirk, born Einar Kierkegaard in Copenhagen, Denmark, moved to the United States as at a young age with his parents. He wasn't aware at the time that they were moving so that his father could escape gambling debts back in The Old Country. His father was a big gambling fan, though he rarely won, because he always bet on the longshot. This love of gambling was something Einar shared with his father, and bonded often with his daughter over.

When he was only nineteen, Einar lost his father to the addiction when new debtors came to exact their pound of flesh. His mother didn't tell him what happened, and explained that their sudden huge debt came from burial costs. Buckling under the pressure of trying to cover those “burial costs,” Einar sought the money the only way he knew how; gambling. He emptied out his own savings, bought a one-way ticket to Vegas, and wished for the best.

On his third day in the casinos, he met a beautiful young woman who asked if she could watch him play. She'd been watching him for a few hours and, she later explained, sympathized with the misfortune that had filled his life. Within moments of his acceptance, his luck shot straight up – he was hitting 21 every hand, the roulette wheel hit his number almost every turn, he even found a fifty dollar chip stuck to his shoe with chewed up bubblegum. Ecstatic with the good fortune, he called his mystery lady a good luck charm and asked her on a date.

She turned him down, saying that she had to go out of town the next morning, but invited him back to her hotel room. In the morning, before she left, she gave him her business card and insisted that he call her in a few days. He agreed. When those few days passed, he called, but the number routed to UPS.

Heartbroken, but dutiful, he returned home to Connecticut with his winnings to pay off the family debt. A few months later, he answered the door to find his mystery lady, holding a newborn child that she claimed was his. Skeptical – as all people tend to be when a one-night stand shows up four months later with “your” child” – he had several questions. The mysterious woman explained that she was Tyche, Goddess of Luck, and that the child she carried was named Felicitas. Insisting that, as long as the father and daughter were together, the family would prosper, she bid farewell and disappeared, leaving behind a colorful umbrella that Einar could not convince to open. 882996 706297742736133 991886271 o Einar raised his daughter much like his own father raised him, inducting her to the world of gambling and all its finer points. He realized early on that she had a natural talent for guessing correctly and, as time went on, grew to fully believe that her mother actually had been Lady Luck herself. The problem was that she won too often, and that garnered attention, so Einar had to train Zita to learn how to lose every now and then.

For the most part, Einar wasn't much for casino gambling, which he eventually learned had killed his father. He and Zita spent most of their time placing bets on sporting events, including Zita's own Middle and High School games. One of her favorites, though, was horse racing, as she'd always wanted to learn how to race a horse. It was at one of these events, at the age of 13, that she first became aware of what it meant to be a Demigod – she'd already known that she was the daughter of Tyche, having been told long ago. It was perhaps by luck that it took this long for things to come to fruition.

It was a fairly typical set-up, but one of the races was set to be a big event – it brought in riders from all over the country to compete for a big prize. It was among these riders that she saw the most terrifying horse she'd ever seen. It was the same size as the other horses, but dark, and its mane seemed to be on fire from the right angle. Its rider, she noticed, was a large, formidable man, not the usual smaller size of a jockey.

The race started and, just as the dark horse passed her in the stands, she noticed it began to falter and sniff at the air. The jockey shouted and whipped it back into pace. Once they had made the half circuit to the other size of the track, the horse abruptly changed angle and charged across the middle island, staring – it seemed – directly at Zita.

Track security was active in a moment, throwing ropes and shooting tranquilizers at the now-clearly-on-fire stallion. Its rider was shouting incoherently, at the horse for acting up and at the security for daring to mess with his horse. Didn't they know who he was? As the horse continued trying to fight its way to the stands, the jockey jumped off and started swinging madly at the security. In the confusion and panic, several people started fleeing for the exits. Einar and Zita were among them.

She didn't mention to her father that she felt that the horse was coming straight at her until several months later, after being chased off the beach by a small group of waddly fish men (Telekhines). Several similar, often-ridiculous, situations followed often the next few years, with Einar becoming increasingly concerned – both for his daughter's safety, and for his own fortune if he had to send her away. However, as they'd been escaping these attacks by sheer luck so far, he continued to place his bets on long-term survival.

That changed when, a few days after Zita's 16th birthday, Einar decided to introduce his daughter to the woman that he'd been seeing for a few months. This new woman, “Lizzy,” took one good luck at Zita and sprouted snake legs. Go figure, right? “Lizzy,” no doubt, didn't approve of Zita taunting her as she dodged her around the apartment, pointing out that there two S sounds in “Felicitas,” not sixteen. Einar attempted to help, but was way out of his depth and knocked aside with ease.

As luck would have it, dinner was on and, while fleeing through the kitchen, Zita grabbed a boiling pot of spaghetti noodles and flung it at her attacker. “Lizzy” reeled back, screaming bloody murder as the smell of her burning flesh filled the immediate area. Taking advantage of the delay, Zita decided to push her advantage. Taking note of the age-old tradition that fire = pain, she grabbed hold of the cooking oil on the counter and flung it wildly at the recovering dragon woman.

As the now-enraged snake lady made another charge, now far more hideous under the effects of the attack, Zita jumped to the side, spinning to grab onto her attacker and force her arm into the fire still lit on the stove's range. “Lizzy,” now screaming even louder as the majority of her upper-body was covered in flame, turned and ran from the house, leaving a trail of burning furniture.

Einar woke shortly thereafter to his daughter smacking his face and crying that the house was on fire. Finally conscious, but bruised badly, he jumped to his feet to lead her outside. Once she made it outside, he insisted she stay there and ran back inside.

He was still inside when the fire department arrived, finding a hysterical girl outside, obviously working herself up to running back into the house. One firefighter stayed on point to stop her if she made a break for it while the rest got to work hooking up to the hydrant.

When Einar finally emerged from the house, his clothes ashen and burned, he was coughing endlessly and clutching a colorful umbrella. He managed to hand it off to his daughter before the paramedics practically dragged him back to be placed on a gurney and hauled to the hospital. With the paramedics' blessing, Zita rode in the back with him, staring angrily between her father and the umbrella. Seriously? An umbrella?

Later that day, in a momentary gasp of consciousness, Einar pointed to the umbrella leaning against the wall of his hospital room and wheezed the words “Open it,” before prompty passing back out. Still frustrated, she dismissed the order and continued sitting over the bed, a mixture of fear and anger.

When hours had passed and she decided to get some fresh air, she finally decided to open the bloody umbrella. As expected, it openned into...an umbrella, with a folded piece of paper inside. Openning the paper, she read:

“Felicitas, darling – I've left this enchanted parasol in your father's care to be given to you when you need it. He probably won't think to give this to you before then, so if you're reading this, you've experienced your first monster attack. Please, don't wait for the second! There is a place, a camp, where you will be safe in New York, on the Long Island Sound. Look for the Delphi Strawberry Service. You'll find it – you have my natural talents. Be safe! I love you!

Yours truly, Mom

PS: Don't push the button again unless something's trying to kill you! PPS: Go now! Stop standing there!”

After a night of contemplation, Zita finally realized she couldn't risk bringing another attack to her father's hospital room, and didn't have anywhere else to go to with their house in smoldering ruins. Leaving the note in the care of a nurse who promised to give it to her father, with a small apology added by herself, she left to look for the camp.

She managed to get to the West Egg neighborhood of Long Island using the credit card her father kept filled with her gambling wins, but wasn't certain where else to go. She strolled past an antique shop named “Lucky Finds” and, lacking any other idea, put her faith in the fortune of amazing coincidence. As amazing coincidence would have it, as soon as she walked in, the store's new clerk recognized her and leapt over the counter to slam the door shut, turning the lock and flipping the sign to “CLOSED” in one fluid motion. By time Zita had a chance to look at him, he'd already enclosed her in the store. First and foremost, she noticed, the young man had freaking goat legs.

“Not again!” she screamed, spinning to run in any direction her legs would take her in.

“No, no, stop!” the goat-legged boy cried, effortlessly blocking her path again. “I'm not a monster! I'm a satyr!”

“What the hell is a satyr?” she cried, pushing the umbrella's button the first time to open the canopy.

“Half man, half goat,” he said, his eyebrows scrunching skeptically as though that should have been (and was) obvious.

“Obviously,” Zita answered, hitting the button again and hoping for the best. Immediately, the handle under her hand turned to a hard wood, and the canopy became a ruddish metal. She slid her right arm through the loops that she assumed were for her arm as she yanked the handle away from the shield, unveiling a short, thin bronze polearm.

The satyr paused, smiling admiringly. “Oh man, that's cool.”

“Get back!” she growled, jabbing the air with the blade.

Remembering that he was in a dangerous situation, he stepped back, throwing his hands up in protest. “No, no, wait, stop! You're here looking for camp, right? Right! Tyche's daughter! She sent me!”

“...My mom sent a man-goat?”

“Hey, now,” he sneered, offended.

“Sorry.”

“It's fine.”

An awkward silence followed before Zita finally remembered what was happening. “Hey, wait, why should I believe you?”

“What are your instincts telling you?” he asked, already triumphant in his tone.

She paused and thought about it. “To take the chance.”

“So?”

“I'll take the chance,” she said, lowering her arms. “Uhm. How do I turn this back into an umbrella?”

“Got me,” he replied, “but let's keep it that way, anyway, just in case.”

A few hours of cautious travel later, and some strange looks from the occasional pedestrian, they finally came across the pillars holding up the sign reading “CAMP HALF-BLOOD.” The satyr led her to the entrance to The Big House before dismissing himself, cautioning her as she left that she needs to be more trusting and less prone to stabbing things.

Notes: - The name change was for security reasons, but as far as either of them know, it was just somehow US Customs did to help them "fit in" better. - Officially, she is not related to Soren Kierkegaard, the philosopher. I just chose the name to make myself smile. - It is meant to be implied that the jockey from the horse race was a Son of Ares. |divider 2= |hometown=Preston, CT    |earliest memory=The smell of beer from the horse races in NYC |schooling= Educated to Grade 10 in non-religious private school |first kiss=N/A |first sex=N/A |first love=N/A |other firsts=First bet: age 9, Superbowl |misc image= |father=Einar Kirk |mother=Tyche |siblings=Children of Tyche |other relatives=WIP |family photo album=WIP |divider 3= |model=Anastasiya Jepsen |char image 2= |char image 3= |char image 4= |divider 4= |eyes=Green |hair=Light brown |height=~5'8” |weight=~134lbs |ethnicity=Danish-American |handedness=Left-handed |shoe size=8.5 |blood type=A Positive |voice=Average pitch, can take a deeper tone when less enthusiastic |eye sight=20/20 |health status=Healthy |clothing style=Sporty |marks=WIP |body style=Slender |photo album=WIP |divider 5= |weapon image 1= |weapon image 2= |weapon image 3= |abilities=

Offensive
Children of Tyche are able to bless a weapon with a “lucky” shot, so that the next attack has a 95% chance of striking the target. This power cannot be used to launch fatal or severe blows, it can only be used twice in a fight. Children of Tyche can enhance their bodies with success and prosperity, enhancing their physical strength and speed for a short time.

Defensive
Children of Tyche have the minor ability to foresee the action of others, such as the course of action an opponent will take when attacking and dodge or parry accordingly; however, if the prediction is wrong, this may cost the child of Tyche dearly. Children of Tyche are able to curse a weapon with misfortune, so that the next 3 attacks with it will not strike its target. This can only be used once in a fight.

Passive
Children of Tyche emit a lucky aura, so everyone around them will be slightly more lucky. They can shut it off for a long time if they wish. Children of Tyche are able to see all the possible outcomes of any situation, whether it be a gamble, battle or even nearing dangers, in order to react with the best tactic and reach the best conclusion. They can figure out any chance of success, and even if the odds are overwhelming, they are still able to perceive and understand any cause and effect relation regarding the situation. As such, they make better strategists.

Supplementary
Children of Tyche are able to bless an object, making it into a “lucky” charm, that they can either keep for themselves, or give to someone else, the object when used can bless the user with one shot of extra luck that will land. This can not be used to severely harm others, and can only be used once in a fight. Children of Tyche can cause someone to hallucinate about their impending doom and bad luck, distracting them momentarily from the task at hand. This allows the user to attack or flee freely. The intensity of the hallucination can be augmented, but drains more energy. During battle, children of Tyche are able to utilise their life-force and use it as an aura of luck over their allies. The aura protects the child's allies for a short period of time, and can be used on groups of up to ten demigods. the more allies the child protects, the weaker the luck aura will be. The use of the power is severe draining and while in use the user is completely incapacitated. The allies are able to move and attack freely under the barriers, depending on the strength of the barrier their attacks will be stronger/more likely to land and it’ll be easier to avoid attacks. Children of Tyche can jinx an opponent, making their luck so bad that they’d constantly trip on their two feet, drop their weapons, get dust in their eyes etc. The jinx only lasts for a short time and leaves the opponent vulnerable to an attack or gives the user a chance to flee.

3 Months After Character is Made
Children of Tyche can turn their surrounding area into either a bliss zone, terror zone or a black box. The area will be a 10 meter radius with the user’s location as the center. In a bliss zone, everything good that can happen will happen. In a terror zone, everything bad that can happen will happen. And in a black box, outcomes of actions will be wild and unpredictable. Ex: an animal could run in and interfere with an attack. Someone getting hurt in one of the zones will count as good or bad, depending on how much damage they’ve taken/given beforehand. An injured character getting hurt more counts as bad and an uninjured character getting hurt counts as good. This will not ensure permanent or lethal damage. The zone only lasts for a moderate amount of time before fading away. This power can only be used once in a fight.

6 Months After Character is Made
Children of Tyche are able to induce terrible luck on a target for a short time, an enhancement of Supplementary 4. The probability of terrible things happening to them drastically increases. They could be in the epicenter of a mild earthquake, powerful storm or even in the destination of a meteorite shower etc. The user must ensure they’re a safe distance when creating the curse and thus can curse someone from up to a 20 meter distance. The curse cannot be used to instantly murder someone and the user is substantially drained once it ends.

9 Months After Character is Made
Children of Tyche are able to make themselves so lucky for a short time, it will enhance their abilities. In this state, the user will be so lucky, all attacks aimed towards them would fail. Their physical prowess substantially increases and all their attacks have an 85% chance of success. Once the luck enhancement subsides, the user will be so drained they won’t be able to move and could possibly faint. TraitsEdit Children of Tyche are generally very lucky in all that they do. Children of Tyche are typically adept at playing games of chance. Children of Tyche normally see the luck of any person, whether they’re incredibly fortunate or plagued with terrible luck. They can also see different possible fates of others when idle, but the child will have no idea which one shall come to pass. Ex: They’d be able to see a person’s possible future of where they become a famous celebrity and another one where they’re a homeless vagrant. |divider 7= |quote 1="Luck is a matter of preparation meeting opportunity." -Lucius Seneca |personality=Having been raised by a father that lived for sports, Zita tends to be fairly competitive herself and participates in several different things, most notably football (American soccer) and BMX. She enjoys challenging others to random games, sporty and otherwise, and is quick to taunt others playfully. That said, she has more respect for the naturally-dedicated than the naturally-gifted, and though she will gladly poke affectionate fun at the former the most, she tends to root more for the underdog than the obvious bet. |divider 8= |current=Just arrived at camp! |divider 9= |sign=Gemini |sign meaning=WIP |location=Camp Halfblood |pets=WIP |likes=Games, sports, readings, betting, bantering |dislikes=Idleness, probono |hobbies=Competing, either physically or by gambling |motto="Luck" is what the loser calls "skill." |won't=Lose. |secretly admire=WIP |influenced by=Karmic laws of the universe. |moral compass=Utilitarian. Everything is about the numbers. |important person before camp=Father |important person now=WIP |immediate goals=Adapt to the new surroundings. |long term goals=Emerge back into the real world capable of survival. |reacts to crisis=With confidence, as a challenge. |faces problems=With calculation. |reacts to change=Hesitantly. |alignment=Chaotic Neutral |images photo album=WIP |dream job=Professional athlete and High-roller |current job=Camper |one word=Bam! |best=WIP |worst=WIP |change=WIP |mental=Sane |mental disorders=Gambling addiction, overly-competitive |emotions=Takes dissent as challenge, enjoys playful barbs and banter, cool and confident for the most part |medical=N/A |quote 2= |vices=Gambling, especially on sports. |bad habits=Fingernail biting, turning everything into something to bet on    |sleeping=WIP |quirks=Turns up the left corner of her mouth when she starts calculating her odds at something. When in "introvert mode," such as when reading, finds it difficult to turn off a misleadingly-shy persona |attitude=Covers a generally deep empathy with a playful, competitive persona. Refuses to drop her "game face" |music=Will listen to anything, but won't admit to liking any of it. |food=Versatile, but prefers finger foods for their speed of consumption. |animal=Albatross. |book=Ender's Game, by Orson Scott Card |ease=Escapes into an event that she has stakes in. |priorities=Learning to survive so she can return to the real world. |failures=Every now and then, the daughter of Luck has to be reminded that karma has a sharp edge... |accomplishments=WIP |secret=WIP |secret known=WIP |tragedy=See "history" |wish=Return to the outside world capable of surviving. |flaw=Overly competitive, eager to place bets |divider 10= |cheated=No. |others=Sometimes. |strangers=Probably as a vicious tomboy of sorts. |lover=N/A |friends=Unknown. |family=”Let it ride!"    |impression=Snarky, assertive     |like most=Victorious payouts.     |like least=Karmic retribution.     |friends photo album=     |role=Demigod/Camper     |inspiration=Roy Sullivan     |goals=Great wealth     |partner=WIP     |current rp=WIP     |divider 12=     |misc image 2=}}

