Talk:Rok1229o

Name: Aislin Karmichael

Gender: Female

God Parent: Morpheus, Hypnos, Hades



Mortal Parent: Leila Karmichael

Appearance: She has fair-olive toned skin and a slim athletic body type. She has slightly wavy black hair with blonde highlights that reaches halfway down her back. She has green/blue eyes and is 5'6". She is 15 (almost 16) years old.

Personality: She is very curious and out there. She hates being told what to do and is very clever. She has claustrophobia and hates being in crowded places with lots of people.

History: My mom lived in Idaho. The "middle-of-nowhere" Idaho to be exact. She owned a small five room house on the edge of her teensy weensy little town. There was a kitchen/dining room, a bathroom, a living room, a bedroom, and a sundeck (if that even counts as a room). She held most of her phsycic appointments on the sundeck. Oh ya, my mom claimed to be phsycic. She apparentley was a great-great-great-great-great (a gew more greats later) grandaughter of the biblical Daniel who would interprate dreams for the king. According to my mother, being his "descendant" she was gifted with the same gifts as him. People would come by her house from town, having unusual dreams wanting to know what they meant or foreshadowed upon them. Even tourists visitting the gitchy little town would stop by. One of those tourists happened to be James S. Morgans. He told her about some dream he had a few nights back and she explained what it meant for him. Her method for figuring out what the clients dreams meant was this: if it sounded like a happy frou-frou dream she would tell the peron(s) "You will have a long, happy, and prosperous life." and if it sounded sorta nightmarish she would simply state, "You or someone youlove is in terrible danger." Sounds like a bunch of baloney that only a fool would beleive, right? Well, then that means that everyone in that small Idaho town, and the few tourists, were complete idiots- not like that surpises me at all. Anyway, back to James. Well, he was the first man to call my mom out as the fraud she was. And then tight after that asked her right out on a date. Adults are weird. So yep they went out a few times they got a little "silly" at night and then BAM preggo Leila and POOF no more James. Just like that. He left without a trace. Now that made my mom pretty mad, I am mean who was gonna pay for the child support. Plus the only job she had was her stupid "dream reader" job. So we left town to live with Grandma (her mom) over in Alabama.

Then a few months later I cae along. Yay! Happy family! haha, no. My mom had a part time job as a waitress at some diner and left my Gran at home to care for little ol' me. Even though my mom was 31 years old, she acted like a 16 year old. It was pretty pathetic. Oh and no news from her baby daddy either. Plus she had to make sure to raise me as this perfect Christian child too. That was definitley the rotten cherry on top of my melted ice cream of a life. Monday-Saturday she was a total whore/drunk/immature/stupid (well I think you get the point. But on Sunday, oh that glorious Sunday, she was the most christianist christian you would ever know. Her dresses and skirts never went higher than 2 inched BELOW her knee cap and she wore sensible flats and socks that covered her ankles. She also added a blazer to that outfit and wore no makeup besides a bit a brown mascara and chapstick. She didn't give a rats putooty about me any day of the week, but on Sunday I was her sweetie pie coochie boo. It was torture. When I got older I went to a tiny little school just a few blocks from my house. Of course it was filled with devout Christians who were all certain I was a satanists demon child. Well actually they didn't think that until third grade. I was drawing a picture of me, my mom, and what I thought my dad might have looked like. I made sure we all had happy faces and the sun in the corner was the brightest yellow I could find. I drew my mom like I thouhgt she would be if my dad had stayed: Happy, sweet, normal. The kind that would bake cookies for you when you got home from school. Then Laura McHenry just walked by and dumped a whole container of green paint on it. I got upset and cried and she called me a little sissy. Then I looked her dead in the eye and gave her the meanest stare I could. Nothing happened at first, but a few seconds later she was on the floor scooting away from me, one arm over her face, screaming her tiny little heart out. After her little screaming fit was over she sat in the cornor for a bit shaking and pouting so Ms. Lois, the art teacher, who had been quite befuddled by the scene sent her to the counselor who later told my Grandma (since my mom failed to show up ) that Laura claimed I had turned into a giant cobra and tried to eat her. The odd coincidence is that her mother said she had been having nightmares of snakes for the past week. That is when Laura started spreading rumours saying I was conspiring with the devil to rid the earth of all the angels and joy. Nobody wanted to be my friend, not like they did beofre I was a "satanist" either, but for a little kid it hurt pretty bad in the heart.

When I was in fifth grade, about 10 years old, I was just playing in the aracade when some big old fat boy lumbers in and starts pushing me around. Nobody else was at the arcade (they all left when I walked in) except the manager who was asleep in the breakroom. I tried pushing the kid back but he was like a boulder compared to me. I thought he was just a bully trying to take my quarters but then he went from having two eyes to one, and I don't mean one of his eyes fell out of the socket, but one of them just disppeared and the other slowly inched towards the center of his head. He bared his yellow, crooked teeth at me in what I assumed had been a smirk and then stomped towards me. This huge, lumpy cyclopse was coming right at me. (I only knew what he was because, since I had no friends *overly dramatic sigh* I spent most of my time at the library... and aracde). Now, he might have been big and strong but I was small and fast and I dodged his bof meaty hand and dived behind the snack bar counter. I looked around for something to use and smack him with. All I saw was plastic sporks lying across the floor and counter. There was a loud pound and shutter across the ground as the cyclopse tryed to fit throught the thin doorway. I looked quickly through cabinets and drawers trying to find a weapon. Accroding to most of the books I had read, the only things that could legit kill a monster was silver, celestial bromze, and some other types of metal as well. There was another shutter and I grabbed the edge of the counter for balance. And then, lying right in front of me was a small celestial dagger. Booya, Aisl isn't gonna die today. No sir-ie! (.... Thanks Dad, for not... ya know... letting me die and all...)

So I snatched up the knife and tipetoes to the door. I creaked it open just a bit to see if he was still standing there and ZOOM. His sausage fingers snatched me right up and off the ground, startling me to where I almost dropped my knife. He lifted me up close to his eye and while he was looking me over, probably deciding how I would taste, I shoved the dagger right into his eye and yanked it right back out. The thing immediatley let go and dropped me to the floor, spraining my ankle. He covered his eye with both his hands hollering and screaming. While he was occupied with his injured eye, I stuck the knife into his side making it gush blood. I sliced him all over with the small knife until he was fially lying on the floor, defeated. I climbed onto his sweaty and foul odored body and thrust the knife into him for the final time, this time hitting his heart. He gasped his final breathe and then crumbled into sand. I sat in the sand for a but going over the past events in my head, I even pinched myseld a few times to make sure I wasn't asleep. My ankle was throbbing and my shirt and pants were streaked with cyclopse blood. There was also a collection of destroyed videogames in a pile against the wall of the arcade kitchen, most likely where he was trying to break the wall down so he could finally fit inside.

I went home that night and my mom shreeked about how I was a disgrace while my Grandma cleaned me up. My mom sent me to multiple boarding schools. My ADHD made the teachers automatically dislike me, and the fact that some students (a.k.a monsters in disguise) would be a pile of dust within there first poke against my cheek, made things pretty hard. So last month when this little symbol started glowing above my head and moving east, I just followed it without thinking twice. I'm pretty sure I could handle wherever it was leading me to.

Weapons: Celestial bronze axe, silver throwing knives

Rok1229 (talk) 05:11, January 2, 2014 (UTC)