Post by Persephone Meyers on Nov 5, 2009 7:40:53 GMT 9.5
Biographical Information
Name: PersephoneAardvark Adrienne Meyers
Gender: Female
Place of Birth: Originally born in Cheyenne, Colorado - but moved to Winn, Main, USA, North America, Earth
Date of Birth (Age): August 8, 1989
Height: 5’1.5”
Blood Type: O-
Hair: Straight, dark brown hair that’s normally pulled back into some sort of messy ponytail. Never a neat one.
Eyes: A dark shade of brown that can be mistaken as hazel.
ID Marks: A few scars and scrapes from being a clumsy child, and occasional ‘tattoos’ which she draws on herself with various colors of Sharpie – but no real tattoos, since she thinks that her attention span is too short to have something permanently on her body.
Academic Information
Major: Philosophy and Physics
Service: Air Force
Class: C-1 [Cadet Airmen]
Personal History
Early life: Persephone “Seph” Meyers was born in Cheyenne, Colorado about eighteen years ago to Raphael and McKenzie Meyers. Life was comfortable for the girl, considering her father was always at home with her…though her mother was often gone for heavy stretches at a time. It was never really anything that seemed ‘out of the ordinary’ for the girl, until she entered school, and saw other Moms always there with their kids…and the Dads would be a rarer occasion. But still not as rare as her mom. Honestly, she didn’t care – but just found it odd.
Time dragged on, and the girl continued to grow closer with her father – but a bit distant from her mother. Since Raph was constantly there, it was easier to bond with him. He even made a point of taking her on trips to his hometown of Alberta Canada, at least once a year – occasionally twice. Even with the distance, however, Seph was still somewhat close with McKenzie Meyers – her mother. Though the fact that she never knew what her mother was doing exactly, caused a bit of a relationship gap. The older Seph got, the more annoying it grew.
In school, Seph had exactly zero female friends. This trend started in kindergarten, when the first girl she met threw up on her. Since then, she said that girls were ‘too drama filled,’ and enjoyed the ‘simplicity’ of boys. Though she wouldn’t call them simple to their faces, of course…unless they asked. Muahaha.
In elementary school, she enjoyed the sciences more then the arts, simply because she had a bad reaction to one of the chemicals in the Tempera-finger-paints that they used. She was a quick study in the other categories of learning that they covered, causing teachers to like her…but she never really liked them. Sometimes she was a bit too blunt, however, sending her to the Principal’s Office.
This made the teachers like her less.
When she entered Middle School, things changed a bit. She began nagging to her mother a bit more about never being home, insisting that her dad really needed to get out of the house. This is when she had her first fight with her mom. Ever.
At age eleven, things changed in a way she wasn’t expecting. While away, her mother had been killed, ‘while on duty,’ – whatever that meant. Though Seph and her mother had been going through a rough time, it hit the fresh-teen harder then it would have ordinarily. This brought her even closer with her father...especially when they moved to his hometown of Winn, Maine. It was a good change for her. Nothing to remind her of her now deceased Mom.
Wanting to emulate her mother slightly, Seph joined ROTC in high school, enjoying every second of it. The girl was truly a mix of her mother and father – balancing a mixture of tough and metaphysical upon her slim shoulders.
At one point in high school, both her and her father ended up with sweaters made from Alpaca Wool. Turns out they have a matching allergy. Poor Canadian-Grandma felt super bad that both her son and granddaughter basically turned into balloons of rash throughout the entire winter break.
After graduating with an honors in Physics from high school, Seph signed up for the testing to allow her into the Air Force Academy. Her dad was beaming with pride.
The day of the testing, her dad…came with her. Which was confusing. But she didn’t argue. He seemed to know what he was doing. After going through the extensive testing, she ended up facing her dad – who she had sworn left a few hours previous.
Apparently he had a surprise.
Seph rose a brow – a bit worried. More testing?
Apparently yes.
A uniformed man came up to the duo, informing her that she was ‘in.’
“In where?”
Her dad laughed, teasing her that she’d love it.
She was confused.
The next few hours were filled with aliens, videos, and other people in the same situation as her.
She was in the Stargate Academy.
And apparently so was her dad…as a Professor.
Aliens.
Whoa.
Education:
•Pre-School
•Elementary School
•Middle School
•High School: graduated with honors in Physics
Military Record: AFA testing.
Family: Raph Meyers - Father - Professor at SGA
McKenzie Meyers - Mother - Deceased
Personality: Seph isn’t exactly matching any stereotype that’s readily available to the public. Some would attempt to call her a tom-boy, but that just doesn’t seem to fit the bill with the girl – for she pulls the ‘I’m small and adorable
’ card [yes with smiley face] too often to be considered such. At times she qualifies as a bit ‘cynical’ – but only admits it when candy-coating reality is stupid. Because of this, people get a bit annoyed with her, and call her ‘blunt.’ A very true statement. She calls them like she sees them – occasionally getting her into a bit of trouble on a regular basis. This trouble has never yielded anything too serious, however, since adults tend to view her as an innocent child – thanks to her small stature.
Seph is smarter then she seems, thanks to the fact that she isn’t the sort of person to rub her brain in other people’s faces. If one prods her about Physics, however, she’ll probably be tempted to go off on a rant of some-sort, but will most likely play it down. To be honest, she finds being smart a bit embarrassing. Her face turned beat-red when she was honored during graduation for her sharp brain.
Thanks to her unusual allergies, she has actually asked odd questions about foods – even if neither of her allergies are food-based. During a high-school cafeteria lunch, she specifically asked the lunch lady if any Tempera Paint was in the brightly colored pizza. She ended up getting spit in her food that day.
The girl mildly believes she has some form of ADD – or ADHD…or whatever they call it now. At times she can’t concentrate on anything – others she can sit doing one thing all day long. This often yields to doodling. She is not artistically inclined, but often draws on herself with Sharpies, calling them her tattoos.
As much as Seph is blunt, she is exocentric. It wouldn’t be uncommon for her to burst into song with her father, and his best friend, Theo. Or Uncle Theo, as she grew up with him as. Their randomness impacted upon Seph more then any of them could ever realize.
She is also a bit defensive about her name. NO ONE calls her Persephone…except her mom and her dad on occasion. Her name is S E P H. Not Steph. SEPH! She has bitten people because of this touchy matter.
Chick-Flick movies are against her religion, as is the color pink. It can go die, for all she cares. Both of them, really. Dark red is her favorite color, and she’s loved Scifi movies throughout her entire life.
Though she seems nailed to Physics, her father’s general attitude got her looped in Philosophy. It was just a different way to map out the world, which she found fascinating. She had even found points where her two favorite subjects intersect.
Overall, Seph is a complicated girl. Not one closing paragraph can some her up, but it’s worth a try. She is a mixture of wit, charm, blunt, rude, funny, awkward, boyish, girlish, exoteric, and mildly insane-ness, which make her, her.
Avatar Character: Ellen Page
Name/Country: Hayles/USA
Do you agree with the rules of Stargate Academy? NO. O:]
Are you a member of any of our affiliates? Cha.
Roleplay Example: Seph leaned her head to the side, while staring at a chicken outside. It was simply walking along the sidewalk. Maybe it really wasn’t there, but she had a hardcore fever she wasn’t aware of, therefore making her hallucinate about a chicken that was thinking about crossing the road. Or maybe reality was just that awesome.
While her homework lay in front of her needing to be done, the chicken continued to walk along the sidewalk outside, just beyond her window. It needed to cross. Now. Her pencil began tapping on her paper, as her dark eyes continued to bore into the chicken.
“Cross…the…street…” she both thought and whispered loudly, causing the chicken to look up at her. Had it heard her either psychically or physically? She waved her hand at the staring chicken, hoping it would cross the street over to her. It just stood there. Staring.
She slowly lowered her hand, narrowing her eyes with the chicken.
After a moment, Seph realized that she was in a staring contest…with a walking chicken nugget. Leaning forward at her window-facing-desk, she continued to hold the stare of the fowl, both her fists clenched.
She was going to with this, dammit.
And the chicken blinked.
“HA!” she yelled too loudly, pointing and flailing in joy as the chicken looked away – almost looking disappointed. Frowning, she suddenly felt bad for her new friend. Sliding out of her desk, Seph retrieved some bread, and set it across the street from the chicken, before quickly returning inside.
Running back to her desk, she eagerly watched the chicken, as it smelled [or sensed] the nearby food. Her fists beat slightly upon both her desk and now forgotten homework, as the chicken began turning towards the food. Looking both ways [for it was a safe chicken] it crossed the road and ate the bread.
“YES!” she screamed too loud, standing up in excitement – causing her chair to fall backwards in a loud crash. A call from down the hall questioned if she was dying. She replied no, righted the chair, and sat down.
Now she knows why the chicken crossed the road.
Name: Persephone
Gender: Female
Place of Birth: Originally born in Cheyenne, Colorado - but moved to Winn, Main, USA, North America, Earth
Date of Birth (Age): August 8, 1989
Height: 5’1.5”
Blood Type: O-
Hair: Straight, dark brown hair that’s normally pulled back into some sort of messy ponytail. Never a neat one.
Eyes: A dark shade of brown that can be mistaken as hazel.
ID Marks: A few scars and scrapes from being a clumsy child, and occasional ‘tattoos’ which she draws on herself with various colors of Sharpie – but no real tattoos, since she thinks that her attention span is too short to have something permanently on her body.
Academic Information
Major: Philosophy and Physics
Service: Air Force
Class: C-1 [Cadet Airmen]
Personal History
Early life: Persephone “Seph” Meyers was born in Cheyenne, Colorado about eighteen years ago to Raphael and McKenzie Meyers. Life was comfortable for the girl, considering her father was always at home with her…though her mother was often gone for heavy stretches at a time. It was never really anything that seemed ‘out of the ordinary’ for the girl, until she entered school, and saw other Moms always there with their kids…and the Dads would be a rarer occasion. But still not as rare as her mom. Honestly, she didn’t care – but just found it odd.
Time dragged on, and the girl continued to grow closer with her father – but a bit distant from her mother. Since Raph was constantly there, it was easier to bond with him. He even made a point of taking her on trips to his hometown of Alberta Canada, at least once a year – occasionally twice. Even with the distance, however, Seph was still somewhat close with McKenzie Meyers – her mother. Though the fact that she never knew what her mother was doing exactly, caused a bit of a relationship gap. The older Seph got, the more annoying it grew.
In school, Seph had exactly zero female friends. This trend started in kindergarten, when the first girl she met threw up on her. Since then, she said that girls were ‘too drama filled,’ and enjoyed the ‘simplicity’ of boys. Though she wouldn’t call them simple to their faces, of course…unless they asked. Muahaha.
In elementary school, she enjoyed the sciences more then the arts, simply because she had a bad reaction to one of the chemicals in the Tempera-finger-paints that they used. She was a quick study in the other categories of learning that they covered, causing teachers to like her…but she never really liked them. Sometimes she was a bit too blunt, however, sending her to the Principal’s Office.
This made the teachers like her less.
When she entered Middle School, things changed a bit. She began nagging to her mother a bit more about never being home, insisting that her dad really needed to get out of the house. This is when she had her first fight with her mom. Ever.
At age eleven, things changed in a way she wasn’t expecting. While away, her mother had been killed, ‘while on duty,’ – whatever that meant. Though Seph and her mother had been going through a rough time, it hit the fresh-teen harder then it would have ordinarily. This brought her even closer with her father...especially when they moved to his hometown of Winn, Maine. It was a good change for her. Nothing to remind her of her now deceased Mom.
Wanting to emulate her mother slightly, Seph joined ROTC in high school, enjoying every second of it. The girl was truly a mix of her mother and father – balancing a mixture of tough and metaphysical upon her slim shoulders.
At one point in high school, both her and her father ended up with sweaters made from Alpaca Wool. Turns out they have a matching allergy. Poor Canadian-Grandma felt super bad that both her son and granddaughter basically turned into balloons of rash throughout the entire winter break.
After graduating with an honors in Physics from high school, Seph signed up for the testing to allow her into the Air Force Academy. Her dad was beaming with pride.
The day of the testing, her dad…came with her. Which was confusing. But she didn’t argue. He seemed to know what he was doing. After going through the extensive testing, she ended up facing her dad – who she had sworn left a few hours previous.
Apparently he had a surprise.
Seph rose a brow – a bit worried. More testing?
Apparently yes.
A uniformed man came up to the duo, informing her that she was ‘in.’
“In where?”
Her dad laughed, teasing her that she’d love it.
She was confused.
The next few hours were filled with aliens, videos, and other people in the same situation as her.
She was in the Stargate Academy.
And apparently so was her dad…as a Professor.
Aliens.
Whoa.
Education:
•Pre-School
•Elementary School
•Middle School
•High School: graduated with honors in Physics
Military Record: AFA testing.
Family: Raph Meyers - Father - Professor at SGA
McKenzie Meyers - Mother - Deceased
Personality: Seph isn’t exactly matching any stereotype that’s readily available to the public. Some would attempt to call her a tom-boy, but that just doesn’t seem to fit the bill with the girl – for she pulls the ‘I’m small and adorable
’ card [yes with smiley face] too often to be considered such. At times she qualifies as a bit ‘cynical’ – but only admits it when candy-coating reality is stupid. Because of this, people get a bit annoyed with her, and call her ‘blunt.’ A very true statement. She calls them like she sees them – occasionally getting her into a bit of trouble on a regular basis. This trouble has never yielded anything too serious, however, since adults tend to view her as an innocent child – thanks to her small stature.Seph is smarter then she seems, thanks to the fact that she isn’t the sort of person to rub her brain in other people’s faces. If one prods her about Physics, however, she’ll probably be tempted to go off on a rant of some-sort, but will most likely play it down. To be honest, she finds being smart a bit embarrassing. Her face turned beat-red when she was honored during graduation for her sharp brain.
Thanks to her unusual allergies, she has actually asked odd questions about foods – even if neither of her allergies are food-based. During a high-school cafeteria lunch, she specifically asked the lunch lady if any Tempera Paint was in the brightly colored pizza. She ended up getting spit in her food that day.
The girl mildly believes she has some form of ADD – or ADHD…or whatever they call it now. At times she can’t concentrate on anything – others she can sit doing one thing all day long. This often yields to doodling. She is not artistically inclined, but often draws on herself with Sharpies, calling them her tattoos.
As much as Seph is blunt, she is exocentric. It wouldn’t be uncommon for her to burst into song with her father, and his best friend, Theo. Or Uncle Theo, as she grew up with him as. Their randomness impacted upon Seph more then any of them could ever realize.
She is also a bit defensive about her name. NO ONE calls her Persephone…except her mom and her dad on occasion. Her name is S E P H. Not Steph. SEPH! She has bitten people because of this touchy matter.
Chick-Flick movies are against her religion, as is the color pink. It can go die, for all she cares. Both of them, really. Dark red is her favorite color, and she’s loved Scifi movies throughout her entire life.
Though she seems nailed to Physics, her father’s general attitude got her looped in Philosophy. It was just a different way to map out the world, which she found fascinating. She had even found points where her two favorite subjects intersect.
Overall, Seph is a complicated girl. Not one closing paragraph can some her up, but it’s worth a try. She is a mixture of wit, charm, blunt, rude, funny, awkward, boyish, girlish, exoteric, and mildly insane-ness, which make her, her.
Avatar Character: Ellen Page
Name/Country: Hayles/USA
Do you agree with the rules of Stargate Academy? NO. O:]
Are you a member of any of our affiliates? Cha.
Roleplay Example: Seph leaned her head to the side, while staring at a chicken outside. It was simply walking along the sidewalk. Maybe it really wasn’t there, but she had a hardcore fever she wasn’t aware of, therefore making her hallucinate about a chicken that was thinking about crossing the road. Or maybe reality was just that awesome.
While her homework lay in front of her needing to be done, the chicken continued to walk along the sidewalk outside, just beyond her window. It needed to cross. Now. Her pencil began tapping on her paper, as her dark eyes continued to bore into the chicken.
“Cross…the…street…” she both thought and whispered loudly, causing the chicken to look up at her. Had it heard her either psychically or physically? She waved her hand at the staring chicken, hoping it would cross the street over to her. It just stood there. Staring.
She slowly lowered her hand, narrowing her eyes with the chicken.
After a moment, Seph realized that she was in a staring contest…with a walking chicken nugget. Leaning forward at her window-facing-desk, she continued to hold the stare of the fowl, both her fists clenched.
She was going to with this, dammit.
And the chicken blinked.
“HA!” she yelled too loudly, pointing and flailing in joy as the chicken looked away – almost looking disappointed. Frowning, she suddenly felt bad for her new friend. Sliding out of her desk, Seph retrieved some bread, and set it across the street from the chicken, before quickly returning inside.
Running back to her desk, she eagerly watched the chicken, as it smelled [or sensed] the nearby food. Her fists beat slightly upon both her desk and now forgotten homework, as the chicken began turning towards the food. Looking both ways [for it was a safe chicken] it crossed the road and ate the bread.
“YES!” she screamed too loud, standing up in excitement – causing her chair to fall backwards in a loud crash. A call from down the hall questioned if she was dying. She replied no, righted the chair, and sat down.
Now she knows why the chicken crossed the road.
