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Zénaïde "Skiddo" Ban 🖌 반주리
"It will always be your choice to save yourself."
Daughter of Soteria 🖌 Harum-Sanctum
Owned by: Nokia

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Basic Information
Full Name: Zénaïde Ban
(Ban Joo-Ri/반주리)
Born/Created: 12 April, 2003
Age: 16
Status: Alive
Gender: Female
Species: Demititan
Nationality: Korean-American
Ethnicity: Korean
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More Information
Titles: Daughter of Soteria
Brassy Beacon
Harum-Sanctum
Sexual Orientation: Burstsexual
Romantic Orientation: Androromantic
Relationship Status: Single
Birthplace:
Accent: Neutral
Current Location:
Affiliation(s): Rogue Zero, Broken Covenant
OOC Plans & Information
Inspiration: Hollis Woods and a Chanyeol x OC fanfiction don't judge me
Love Interests: "no."
Active RP's: n/a
Created Page On: 10/1/2017
Last Updated On: 07:21, February 25, 2019 (UTC)
Plans: Rogue Zero angst
General Information
Nicknames: Skiddo, Skid
Native Language: Korean
Languages Spoken: English
Korean
Greek
Fears/Phobias:
Hobbies: Cooking
Baking
Painting
Moral Compass:
Alignment:
Dream Job: n/a
Current Job: Tomé's personal slave and Casper's chaperone
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Personality
You're a mountain of sh-t, Zénaïde Ban.
Aw, look at who can't climb me in fear of being a pedo.

Look no further for a tongue lined with vitriolic iron. Skid is as standoffish as she seems; in the face of this, she won't be the first to lash out when compromised. She's more than aware of the pervasive waves of uneasiness she lugs around and tries to allay them. As long as her rigor samsa is intact, she's fine with letting people know she's not vicious all the time. You don't have to possess an overflowing ego — the trick is placing it in all the right things, and occasionally, people. Insecurities that aren't covered by the warranty shouldn't be too much of a problem... right?

A frequent oversight for many is how Skid's heritage rears its not-so-ugly head more often than she'd like to admit. Given how she doesn't enjoy sweet banter with just anyone, it's not so shocking that few come across her nurturing side. Cravens should beat their hasty retreats if faced with her words. Those who survive are up for a pleasant surprise. The razor is traded for a spatula and her waspish retorts simmer down to teasing. Skid doesn't deny the moments of amused eyerolls and freely given pizza. Despite how much she dislikes acknowledging it, vulnerability is something she needs to practice in case the lack of it cripples her.

Her opinion on the gods and the Titans is a bit skewed for sure. She tries not to run on good intentions (Gaia knows how well those stories end) alone and isn't a stranger to being objective in the face of the subjective. Alas, sometimes only the subjective can match up to the subjective and she'll give it that. There's very little she's certain of and too much she's still mustering the courage to tackle. Facts and figures offer little comfort when you realize how insignificant everything is in the face of eternity. Her own lineage is laughable: reckless, cranky Skiddo Ban, a daughter of Soteria, the Titaness of safety? Nonetheless, she can't stop herself from wondering a lot of things.

Unwanted, unloved. Closed off, disruptive. Skid's been called a lot of things, and she never fails to regret how some of them are true. All her life, art has been her only reliable escape route. Everywhere else is a dead end or another broken mirror with her tired face staring back at her. She's used her fists to create and destroy. Conclusions were all she reached and achieved. Keyframes, in hindsight, frustrate her to no end. Is she doomed to suffer pâro for the rest of her short life? Humans don't help with her anxieties. Her paintbrush strokes have done more for her than most people in her life have. Be that as it may, killing the inkling of hope she cradles seems futile. She's going to find something better than duct tape to hold herself together, even if it means breaking apart somewhere along the way.

History

11/4/2003

You'd think that after years of being aware of how the world really is would widen one's perception. Apparently, I am as clueless as I was when a huge scorpion ruined my field trip to the zoo. Perhaps I am so accustomed to staying hidden that I forgot how unfortunately good immortal memories are when they wish to pull in a favor. As a child of Lelantos, I had naturally stayed out of trouble for most of my life.

And generally speaking, getting an order from a titaness in the middle of a grocery aisle isn't a normal event by lone demititan standards.

That was how I found myself being delegated the task of watching out for a demititan to be born the following day. All I had wanted was fresh milk from the dairy aisle. Cripes. It's not like I could have said no either; I owed Soteria and she would've probably made my life hell if I dared to not hold up my end of the bargain. I had the sense to ask about the father and regretted it. Soteria regaled me with the far too specific details of their "brief" (read: as long as EXO's hiatus) affair. She had met him at a construction site when he had oh so valiantly risked his life to protect a toddler who had wandered into the danger zone. The rundown was that he was reckless and she'd wanted to teach him a lesson while not endangering her child. I told her that she was obviously head over heels for the guy. She threatened to turn me into a cradle. See, this is why you don't argue with immortals. They tend to be terribly dense.

Soteria also dropped off a necklace that went with one of my shirts. Note my disbelief that can't exactly be written down. It's enchanted to let me spy on the kid through their own eyes and ears. I flat out told Soteria that I wasn't going to use it once they hit their teens. I've suffered through teenage hormones before and I did not need a rerun. By some stroke of luck, the overprotective Titaness sympathized with my concerns. Then she vanished and I managed to get the milk I wanted. No respite for demititans who reach adulthood, it seems.

Signed,

Yoowon

12/4/2003

Would you believe the nerve of that titaness? Oh, you should. She is a Titaness, after all. The kid's father is dead. He'd pulled some sort of stunt and didn't come out of it alive. The kid is a she, an orphaned she, and is now involved with me because I'm a foster care caseworker and her sneaky mother pulled strings. Or this is just some fantastic coincidence the Fates cooked up at the last moment. Bah, it doesn't matter either way. I have a demititan on my hands. The first few years shouldn't be much of a problem, but once she hits eleven... no, this isn't Harry Potter but it's still as nerve-wracking as waiting for your letter to Hogwarts. Nope, not thinking about this now. I'm going to get a well deserved bubble bath before dinner and------

Leave it to a f---ing harpy to barge in when I'm fuming. It didn't serve much of a purpose since it failed to keep up a half-decent fight. I thought I was done with immortal all-powerful beings ordering me around. A quiet life is too much to ask with my heritage. I want that bath even more, but just to be safe, I'm taking a weapon with me. Then I'll tackle the paperwork leering at me from my desk.

Signed,

Yoowon

12/4/2004

The kid's first birthday. She'd be two in Korea. Her name's Joori. She's currently living with a stable and very mundane couple who specialize in handling babies. I sent her a present. Although I trust her guardians, I have no doubt that what my present is will leave heads scratched. I hope she receives it when it's the right time. It's a nod to my ex-trainer, may her soul rest easy in Elysium.

We demititans spend our lives surviving, craving for the chance to live. Shunned from Camp Half-blood, we tend to nurture the acidic taste in our mouth and spit it out to leave a trail of destruction in our wake. We seek out something or someone to blame for this sorry excuse of a life, and we give into our worst vices. We are more human than many would expect. While there is beauty in everything, as my old trainer taught me, it is often our own fault for letting it disillusion us.

If you can understand how beauty unravels your fingertips early on, you should find it easier to realize how many other things, including your own fate, do the same.

A paintbrush is in the locked, bottom most drawer of my vanity. The daughter of Techne had forced that into my stubbornly closed fist.

Signed,

Yoowon

12/9/2009

It is odd to say that I have seen the firsts of a child I have been begrudgingly roped into babysitting from afar. I would say that it was uncharacteristic of Soteria to pick me, of all people, to entrust her child's life with, but I suspected that she had gone on more than just pure practicality to choose a suitable babysitter. What if I was a pedophile? She'd done her research for sure. I'm predictable, cowardly, snappish, and disinclined to the life set out for me. In other words, I was the best choice if you didn't want your child to be consumed by their own blood, as others before them have been. Some ominous sounding, inconvenient reason like that. Hooray for me!

Wow, the page hasn't started burning from the amount of sarcasm yet. Anyway, she can read now. Her foster parents gave her the present I sent so many years back. For lack of a better word, she loved it. I'm not sure why I feel so happy about that. She's taken a liking to art, specifically painting. I saw a nice set of fingerpaints at a corner shop the other day and I bought them. Gods forbid that my heart is softening for this little rascal. She's acquired a fondness for trouble, and it was only last week that she bruised up another child who had done something to aggravate her.

It's starting. It was to be expected. Her roots were bound to turn up one way or another, such is the way of a demititan. The best I can do for now is hope she doesn't feel too neglected in the days to come. This is when her parentage begins to catch up to her. When she is not prodding curiously at safety gear or pulling the hair of some hapless soul, I can see that she is not some charity case or the daughter of a fussy Titaness. I see a child who wonders why her mother didn't want her.

Signed,

Yoowon

12/5/2013

Joori has taken after her father. Ten years old and she's already gone through more foster homes than she can probably remember. It's getting harder to find people who're willng to try their hand at her. The only consistency from her is her art. All her foster parents come running not weeks after she sets foot in their home. She's a quiet kid who thinks, but she's vicious. Her grades plummet mainly because of her classroom behavior. I feel like I'm failing her.

I saw her for the first time in years today. It was only a glimpse. Her most recent foster home is close to mine, and I recognized her immediately. She has a brave face that isn't a front; it's genuine. I could've sworn she caught me looking for a moment, but it was fleeting and she disappeared from my view. Afraid that I might start running after her, I departed from my window. What rattled me the most was how she held herself. Joori's stance was the kind you only had if you were scared for your safety every moment. Seeing as her mom is the Titaness of protection, it shouldn't be much of a brain burner, however the knowledge was inconsoling all the same.

That rascal is too young and hasn't even had her first monster attack. She shouldn't be feeling that way in the mortal world.

Signed,

Yoowon

12/8/2015

My ice cream cone got run over by a bicycle and Joori encountered her first monster. Talk about a bad day, eh? Using the necklace while eating was my fault. Joori teleporting to a brothel to get away from a pit scorpion that had targeted her school group was not my doing. The guest appearance of the damn thing was enough to rid me of my grip, but the fateful twist of events wrenched my appetite from me. Not only did I have to stress over how she was in peril, I now also risked getting cursed silly by her terribly conservative mother because no amount of bleach can erase that image burned into her memory.

Considering how I have contracted neither some form of fungal disease nor genocidal tendencies, I'm going to assume that Soteria understood that it was completely out of my control. Also, the fourteen year old kid who escorted her out (read: freaked out more than an ARMY fangirl in front of her oppas) probably was deemed trustworthy or something. I say kid, because I'm trying not to dwell on the fact that he's a ghost. A ghost. I need some strong brandy. Why did I take up this job again? Oh, right, because I had no other option. Please please have pity on me, I'm not equipped for this. Recalling the entire scene is traumatizing. I did not need to hear Joori discussing non-PG 13 things she should not even know about with a frazzled ghost boy. She's twelve. How does she know this? What are demititans these days up to? Good Gaia.

My luck didn't fracture under my feet and Joori made her way back to the bus before collapsing. No one else could see her newly made and bewildered ghost friend send her off, but that was the least of her worries. Mortal life hasn't gotten any easier on her. She's been staggering through in a commendable manner. I crossed out dyslexia when she first began to read, but her ADHD has gotten progressively worse. Teachers lose their patience too quickly, especially with her record. She switched homes again not a week ago, and I got my first complaint the same day. Once again, I can't help but be helpless in this cycle that most of our kind go through. There's only so much I can do for this brat, and I admit that it frightens me.

Signed,

Yoowon

12/10/2015

The root cause of the monster attacks is Joori's classmate. Dug around a bit and turned up the gritty details. He's not mortal for sure. Got held back two grades and his record is best left undescribed. The paragon of a friend Soteria would want for her daughter is in shambles. All the signs are screaming at me; I should've started on background checks when she hit ten. And that's not all — he may very well be a Broken Covenant member. Soteria will get a kick out of that. Note sarcasm. While plenty of demigods and demititans have managed to scrape by despite living alone, almost all of them have had assistance one way or another. Gods, Titans, and even their offspring share a fetish for meddling. I doubt that this kid has entirely pure intentions either. Yes, maybe I am judging a little too hastily here, but two demis in the same classroom isn't a piece of cake I can choke down.

To top this off, she knows what she is. Her damned new buddy brought her up to speed on the whole shebang. I think I still have some wine stowed away somewhere. Sleep doesn't feel like an option anymore. Why I'm reacting like something's tearing a vital organ out of me, I haven't the faintest idea. I must've gotten attached to the little brat. Blast it. There's no lead for me to follow regarding the boy. He's apparently one of those who prefer to stick with their mortal capabilities. I won't be able to figure out his parentage without sufficient time. Naturally, it's the one thing I don't have on my side. This sounds like some fantasy novel with a heteronormative lead couple. Ich.

She wants to make a run for it and come with him to the place he's talking about. It wouldn't be the first time if she does it, and I can't bring myself to be furious with her. Unwanted, she says. That's how she feels in every foster home I find for her. None of us belong here. We can never truly turn away from the gnashing teeth of monsters and the horn of battle to fight wars that were not ours to begin with. Is all this power worth the pain? That's what I ask myself every waking moment. Joori has begun to ask herself too.

Signed,

Yoowon


12/3/2016

They're gone.

Vanished like mangata when the sun came up. First thing I did was use the necklace. She's fine. Trekking across the country with a strange boy and no adult supervision, but fine. Ironic how I discovered this loophole years ago, yet I abuse it the one time I shouldn't. Soteria coerced me into watching out for her; as long as Joori is alive, I'm not disobeying. It's about time she gets to choose for herself, and not get ushered along by the wishes of those in power. Life will not be polite enough to wait for you to grow up, and that's a fact.

In the meantime, I've been doing all I can to know who the boy is. My fears have been confirmed — he's linked to the Broken Covenant. Oddly, I no longer care. If she can't be happy where she was, all I can hope for is that she is happy somewhere. Long ago, I was too scared to do anything about anything. There were people who shoved me, with intentions going both ways, out of my comfort zone. They probably saved my life. If Joori — I should start referring to her as Skid like what the boy calls her — has enough heart to get out there and fight for herself, then Soteria and I are no one to stop her.

The mortal world has proven to not be for Skid. Camp Half-blood is not open to most demititans; curse their need to sentence so many to death. Skid knows this by now. It's entirely up to her now.

Signed,

Yoowon


12/12/2016

The necklace stopped working a few hours ago. After an onerous nine months, they arrived at their destination. Most of that time was filled by monster attacks, strange new people, and an overall exotic experience for Skid. She's not dead, so I'm not dead either. Speaking of which, Soteria paid me a visit about a week after a missing person report was filed. To put it nicely, she was full of hysterics, empty threats, and pregnant woman's hormones. I pointed out that it had been fourteen years since her womb was last occupied. She asked if I wanted to become bubble wrap then burst into tears. Because I have no idea how to comfort overprotective moms, I had the sense to stand there awkwardly until she pulled herself together.

The conversation we had was one I could live without. I'm not even going to bore myself to death by ruminating on the details. That's a fate I wouldn't wish on anyone. Least to say, she was in no way relieving me of my post. Which would have sucked if I had had any intention to. Skid is my daughter as much as hers. I was the one who had spent fourteen years settling disputes, searching for homes, and having monster- and detention-induced headaches.

Skid's friend was ripped from her moments after they were detected. The number of BC members that came to fetch them was mind-boggling; that is until I realized the boy had some unfinished business with them. Quite possibly a defector. Skid thrashed in their firm grasp, but was left unharmed. There must have been powerful wards, because once she was dragged inside what was presumably the entrance, my necklace faltered. I suppose it was to be expected. Only one Titaness had created this necklace, and only Ouranos knows what kind of power the Broken Covenant held to not be wiped out.

I doubt the necklace will ever let me see through Skid's eyes again.

Signed,

Yoowon

There's no place out there for me. This covenant place, it's my one last chance. My friend's gone, and I'm not sure if he's even alive. He's the reason I'm still alive, but also the reason they're probably considering killing me right now. The thought offers no comfort. I have to stay and find a place here. The worst my mother has ever done to me was drop me in the middle of a forest and leave me there to be found. The stories my friend told me make it look like littering in comparison. It's almost farfetched to believe that these people could fight against their all-powerful parents. Yes, I have my doubts. Yet this is the only choice presented to me. I might be indifferent to gods, and am fortunate for being capable of such, but it's about freaking time the world got a little fairer and us puny demigods get a voice.

Powers


Offensive

  1. Children of Soteria have the ability to see each specific weakness in another person’s armor and are proficient at striking them in order to do the most efficient amount of damage.
  2. Children of Soteria can force an opponent to feel they are completely safe and forget about any possible dangers for a short time, leaving them open to attack.

Defensive

  1. Children of Soteria can create a dome of protective energy, which is roughly two or three times the size of the user, which can be used to block attacks for a very short time.
  2. Children of Soteria can become resistant to all types of physical attacks for a short time.
  3. Children of Soteria have the ability to teleport away from situations that present intense breaches of safety to the child, or companions of the child. The teleportation can only be used in life-threatening, or close to life-threatening, situations. Automatically transporting them to the nearest area of immediate safety, the user does not select the destination and this power can only be used once during a fight.

Passive

  1. Children of Soteria always emit an aura of a desire for safety, people will be at least slightly more careful and less likely to create and take part in hazardous actions.
  2. Children of Soteria wield a “danger sense” giving them a 5 second warning of whenever there will be danger.The danger sense does not always work and the user might not be able to react fast enough to do anything about the danger.
  3. During battle, an invisible protective aura automatically casts over the user, making attacks slightly less effective.

Supplementary

  1. Children of Soteria can curse an opponent’s weapon to make it completely ineffective for a short time.
  2. Children of Soteria are able to act as a guardian for an ally, forming a psychic link with them that will alert the user whenever the ally is in danger. The guardian link can only be activated when the ally endures injuries worse than the child of Soteria and the child experiences an increase in their physical prowess and combat skills, allowing them to become better protectors. The link only lasts for a moderate time and can be broken by the ally or user.
  3. Children of Soteria can force 1-3 animals to act as the user’s guardian for a short time. The animals will only care about the user’s safety and nothing more. They will follow and watch over the user as long as their guardianship lasts, attacking anyone who poses harm to the user. The larger the animals, the more energy is drained.
  4. During battle, children of Soteria are able to utilise their life-force and use it as a protective skin level barrier over their allies. The barrier 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 barrier 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.

3 Month After Character is Made

  1. Since their mother is the goddess of safety, her children wield some control over safety equipment such as helmets and armor. They have the ability to make their opponent’s armor become brittle and rusted for a short time and can repair and enhance their own armor or that of an ally. They can also create helmets, shields and armor out of protective energies, only one item can be conjured at a time. It cannot be bigger than 2 or 3 times the user.

6 Months After Character is Made

  1. Children of Soteria can penetrate any sort of shield and cancel out any sort of protection of an opponent’s for a short time. This power is quite draining and can only be used once in a fight. When this power is in use, the opponent can still fight and dodge attacks normally, but the user’s movements may slow slightly.

9 Months After Character is Made

  1. When a child of Soteria is injured and is at risk of more harm, they can summon a humanoid sentinel made of protective energy. It cannot be bigger than 3 or 4 times the size of the user, it takes the color, facial appearance and one weapon the user desires and resembles the gender of the user. The sentinel will manifest around the user and completely protect them and deliver them from harm. While the user floats in the sentinel’s stomach able to see through it and breathe, the sentinel will stop at nothing to defend its creator and follow their mental commands. After a short time, the sentinel will fade away and leave the user extremely drained. They cannot use any other powers that aren't passive while the sentinel’s present and it’s hide can possibly be broken with sufficient force. Also the sentinel cannot manifest when the user's current location does not provide enough space for it to take shape.

Traits

  1. Children of Soteria are normally very protective of themselves and those they care about. They can seem like cowards and are very defensive and worrisome over their friends, family, allies and lovers.
  2. Children of Soteria almost always have an affinity for safety equipment and protective items, such as armor, helmets, bubble wrap and kneeguards.
  3. Children of Soteria often make great body guards.
  4. Most Children of Soteria can easily see how dangerous something is.
  5. Children of Soteria generally have a dislike for taking a dangerous risks that could cost them dearly. As an example, a child of Soteria would reject any offers to gamble with a large amount of money, preferring to play it safe and hold onto their money.
Appearance
Model: Ahn So-Hee
Eye Colour: Brown
Hair Colour: Brown
Height: 169 cm (5"7')
Weight: 62 kg (137 lbs)
Voice Type: Spinto soprano
Blood Type: O-
Distinguishing Marks: N/A
Body Style: Lean
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Family & Childhood Information
Father: Ban Hee-Bong
Mother: Soteria
Creator: None
Full Siblings: None
Half Siblings: None
Spouse: N/A
Children: N/A
Other Relatives: N/A
Home: The Sanctuary
Schooling: Public
First Kiss: -
First Sex: -
First Love: -

Relationships

Name: Relation: Feelings:
Soteria Mother "..."
Ban Hee-Bong Father✝ "Never knew him."

Name: Relation: Feelings:
Casper Ghost buddy Oh, she just loves seeing the scandalized look on his face. Skid and Casper have a very odd bond - almost like one sibling to another. He knows most, if not all, her secrets, being a ghost and all, but this doesn't deter her from making lewd remarks about him and Tomé.
Tomé Moon Personal cook The cute cookie lover imprinted on Skid from the very first moment. He's the first person from camp she met (bar Casper) and the only one to ever notice her when she melts into the background. Around Tomé, Skid tends to tone down the dirtiness, but not by much.

Name: Relation: Feelings:
WIP WIP WIP

Name: Relation: Feelings:
WIP WIP WIP

Trivia
Name Meaning:
  • Current Name: Zénaïde -> French form of Zenaida; Greek derivative of Ζηναις (Zenais), which was derived from the name of Zeus
  • Surname: Ban (반) -> water in which rice has been rinsed
  • Given Name: Joo-Ri (주리) | Joo (주) -> king, master, host | Ri (리) -> profit, merit
Favourite Colour: Pale chestnut
Favourite Movie: Frida
Favourite Song:
Favourite Food:
Favourite Drink:
Most Important Before: "none of your business."
Most Important After: N/A
Custom Trivia:
  • Contrary to popular belief, she's quiet to the point speaking and scaring people is the same thing.
  • Only Tomé can ever notice her presence when she doesn't want it to be known.
  • She can switch from roasting to making innuendos in a millisecond flat.
  • There isn't much to be said about her in the kitchen because you'll be too busy stuffing your face.
Possessions:

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