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Sybil McPherson

"Creative minds do creative things."

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a character in “Olympus Academy for Demigods”, originally authored by Caille, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Sybil Renae McPherson

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"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder"

The Basics

Full Name: Sybil Renae McPherson
Age: Sixteen
Birthdate: December 11th
Gender: Female
Godly Parent: Hepheastus
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Personality
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Color: Lavender and rose.
Food: French fries
Drink: Mountain Dew or Pepsi.
Music: Rock music is interesting enough for her. Some techno is pretty cool as well.

Sybil is a complete party girl, she's outgoing, outspoken, goes with the flow, random, intelligent, and she may tend to manipulate people every now and then. Sybil loves parties, it's where she feels she can be herself, have fun, dance, sing, and all the fun stuff. She tends to be able to mess around with people a lot, she can somehow talk circles around them and get what she wants most of the time. She's decieving though, she doesn't appear to be one to mess with your head she appears to be just a fun and outgoing girl, it doesn't cross many people that she will mess and play head games with you. Sybil has her opinions and she often speaks them all the time, she's the girl who isn't afraid to speak her mind and lighten up the mood. She may see all fun and games but the thing is Sybil's actually very smart. She's book smart as well as being street smart, she knows how to interact with people and she does it well. She uses her witts to toy with people. Hell she even uses her body to toy with people, which takes us to the next part of her personality. Sybil has had sex, yes, yes she has. She teases guys and even girls all the time and she's just a big flirt in general. She'll flirt with anyone and everyone, some people believe she should have been a daughter of Aphrodite but nope she's just the flirtatious daughter of Hepheastus.

Sybil though is very silent and focused when she works on engines or cars. Sybil loves to create new things and prefers it over fixing things that have already been thought of. Her intelligence plays a big part in her work. Sybil invents things, or at least tries to. She's always sitting down in her spare time with a note book figuring things out and what she'd need and everything really. Sybil's quite creative too. She has a creative mind and she knows how to use it most days into her work. Her creativeness also ties into her manipulative persona. As said earlier Sybil is random, she has her moments of random funny daning, or just the odd joke out there. Sybil will also say random words she makes up are talk about something she heard before. She really is a hoot though.

Similarites to Their Godly Parent: Sybil is very handy when it comes to woring with tools and fixing things, she can tell exactly if something isn't running the way it should and she's good at improving these things. She's also able to create fire with the palm of her hand.

History

First Memory: Sybil remembers back on a hot summer day when she was about five years old how she had been out camping with a friends and their parents. She had fallen in the fire by accident and all the parents got up quick to make sure she was alright but really she hadn't been damaged at all and nothing seemed to cause problems and she went on about her day as usual. One other thing she remembers was lighting someone's hair on fire but that's another story.
Relationship with Mortal Parent: There is no relationship with her mortal parent what so ever. Her real mother, Veronica Barrens left a long time ago, well basically left her on the front porch of the church door.

Growing up:

Sybil was born and the very moment she was born her mother Veronica didn't want her at all. After Sybil was a month old was when Veronica went and placed her daughter on the church porch and knocked on the door and ran. There was a note left saying when Sybil was born, her age, her name, and that was about it as far as the church was concerned. Sybil was taken in by the priest and from there on then she was the pastor's daughter and learned under his teachings. Sybil grew up to be well mannered but she wasn't as msart as her father would have liked her to be. She had dyslexia which made things incredibly hard to do and she was picked on it daily by other students while she was at school so her father just thought it was best to home school her. After a few years of living with the priest she got a little too much to handle for the priest, he was along taking care of this girl and figured it'd be best to give her to someone else. Sybil was given to one of the fellow church couples there. It was a young couple who would adobt a ton of children and take them in.

In this new home Sybil found it was even stricter and the rules had to be followed quite well. Sybil would be smacked across the knuckles with a ruler if she did a poor job on the house hold chores. Sybil also never got fed until all her house hold stuff was done. There was no safe haven for Sybil and she dearly missed the pastor. How ever this young couple was very religious so Sybil grew up as a young christian girl who was completely innocent. During her days in this aweful home she was very silent and hardly said a word, if she even tried to get anything in, it'd be bad for her, very bad. Soon Sybil had managed to get to talk to the pastor in person. The pastor, Paul listened to her concerns and believed her so he decided to find her a new home. Finally she was found to the home of an eldrely man who never had children or anything.

This elderly man was the nicest of all the people Sybil had ever stayed with. It was the one home where she actually felt like she belonged and she was welcome. She was treated with respect and everything was easy going, she wasn't forced to do things but only encouraged. Soon enough her religious standards dropped and they were merely just something they talked about briefly. The elderly man, Jean had even helped Sybil find her birth mother. When she finally met up with her birth mom again they had a long chat and hugged and all the great loving stuff. Soon Sybil had been full aware of what her history was, who her mother was, what had happened, and who her father was. Sybil was then taken in by her mother for a week. After that when she nine she got to go to the acadmey where there were plenty of others like her.

Life in the academy:

Sybil had been at the camp for six years. She was first there when she was nine and on that day she was extremely shy and no one hardly knew who she was or why she was even there. She had been given a tour on her first day. Eventually she was claimed by her father but she always knew who he was and what that made her. While at the academy Sybil had often sneaked out of school grounds and she ended up working on a lot of things that needed to be fixed, she was gifted and that was all there really was to it.

So begins...

Sybil McPherson's Story

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Chloe Skylar Huntington Character Portrait: Malcolm Murdock Character Portrait: Nova Tricon Character Portrait: Sybil McPherson Character Portrait: Emilee Rivera Character Portrait: Chance Rundell
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Chance Rundell

Chance laughed as Chloe played along with all his silly games. She really was the greatest best friend he could ever have. "I will have to try and get you back that money." He said laughing and then when she gave him a quick peck on the cheek he knew it was a friendly gesture yet his heart raced even faster as she did so. He could never just ruin their friendship by telling her these feelings..Perhaps he'd tell her in one of his other states of mind. He felt bad for making Fen go away, he wasn't a bad kid and he was Chloe's half brother. He sighed softly.

Chance couldn't help but notice the way Chloe acted around Malcolm. It was like she had become a whole new person like she was shy or something. It was just Malcolm. Then as she barely even spoke to Malcolm she said morning quietly. Chance watched as Malcom's mood changed when he spoke of Emilee, oh no that wasn't good. Not good at all, it just simply wouldn't do. "I'm sorry for her absence Malcolm, perhaps you'll see her sometime soon or perhaps you two can start writing letters to each other, you still are best friends." Chance said with a small smile. Soon the male moved out of the water.

Chance turned to Chloe as Malcom left. "So Chloe, the ball thing is tonight." He stated and then shifted his eyes towards her. "If no one had asked you yet..I'd be willing to take you. I mean who else is better to go with than your best friend! Right?" He said with a goofy smile on his face and he laughed a little bit. He would have asked her as a date but that'd be weird and he couldn't risk that now.

(I moved Sybil and Emilee to a new post..)

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Chloe Skylar Huntington Character Portrait: Malcolm Murdock Character Portrait: Sybil McPherson Character Portrait: Gabe Vincent Character Portrait: Phoebe Ann Everton Character Portrait: Chance Rundell
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Chance looked at Chloe. She was talking and he looked at her as she did with a blank expression on his face as she told him. She didn't want to go with him? Why not? Was he not good enough? Did she find a new best friend? It was like her rejecting him even though he asked as friends it hurt him and she didn't understand that part of him and she probably never would but he wouldn't display it to her. When she suggested asking Pheebs out to the ball he just nodded and listened to her suggestions as always. She seemed to always mean well but it still hurt him and as he watched Chloe look over at Malcolm a new type of pang hit him and it was odd to him. He some how just kind of wanted to go over and beat Malcolm up in the face for what seemed to be no apparent reason. Why would he do that? Why? This was all so new to him and his brain had been going and going and couldn't comprehend it well enough and he sunk under the water and let it wrap around him and cool him off before he resurfaced and looked at her. "Phoebe would love the idea." He said placing a cheery grin on his face. He made it easy to read and easy to think he was alright with this situation.

Chance then decided to get out. "I got myself all wet now." He said chuckling and then went onto shore. He took his wet shirt off. It had clung to his body which made it difficult to get off. In an instant he saw a girl come up to Malcolm speak to him and then walk away. He was a little confused but none the less just shook the thought away. He then carried his shirt with him as he left and walked off to change. As he got to his room he disposed his wet clothes and put on a pair of shorts and a grey tank top. As he sat there on his bed he looked over at his board on his wall. He saw all the stuff on there and he saw the pictures of Chloe that he had and even those just made his heart skip a beat. This was stupid, he couldn't have feelings like that for Chloe it just wasn't right..Well it was but to her it probably wasn't. She was more into Malcolm. At the thought of that his nose wrinkled. His eyes then shifted to the piggy bank he smashed earlier. What was he supposed to do? Soon if Chloe and Malcom became something then he'd have not only lost Miss Piggy but also Chloe. It sickened him and it made it feel like the weight of the world was placed in his hands. Why? Why did this have to be his fate? He was the son of the goddess of luck..Not bad fortune but he supposed no amount of luck would help him with things like these.

Taking a deep sigh in anger filled his body, the heat starting to go through his body and he let out a loud groan and then followed by that was a growl. It was like a beast was taking over the man and he just couldn't contain it. It was what it was like with all of Chance's emotions, all a different beast for each emotion and sometimes it grew so great he couldn't help it and it just got out of hand. Chance ended up knocking over his night stand and punching a hole through the wall from his anger. It just wasn't fair, the cruel world just wasn't fair and he hated it, for all the cruelty that it had and all the suffering he had to do. Why couldn't he do anything right? Why couldn't he please just one person? He wasn't enough for anyone..He was useless. The most useless person..How far would luck get you if it was limited..How far would any of his traits get him? He had nothing and no one understood that. He had great friends yes but it just wasn't enough..They all had someone else they fell back on and he was always the third wheel that nobody needed or wanted..He was just there for purpose.

He finally sat down and exhaled as the rage beast had left his body for the moment and just as quickly as the rage monster left the sadness beast was tugging at his heart strings and playing with them into a sad melody that only he knew so well. Soon it clawed at the pit of his stomach and soon it made the tears trickle down his cheeks. Without really noticing he was laying curled up on his side on his bed in his tornado of a room. He was now shaking, he wasn't cold but it seemed as the monster was doing it to him and his throat felt like it was getting tighter and tighter and he couldn't contain it no farther. Something lurched out of his throat and it was a sob, a cry, a wail, just sorrow coming from the man. Men had feelings too and Chance was usually a brick wall but right now the tears came hot and slid down his face one by one making another sob come out and this time rack his whole body as it happened. His hands shook and he felt far from his body and no one would bring him back. He would not tell Chloe these feelings, she couldn't see how much he was torn apart..This had happened in the past but he shrugged it off as just one of his stupid episodes again. He finally fell asleep and calmed right down.

When he awoke he had a clear mind and he went and washed his face. Soon enough he came out and saw all the money left on the floor, he dug through the mess and picked up all the money and shoved it in his pocket. He had an idea for later but that was for later right now he had other plans and ones that would be better than what he had planned to do with Chloe, he didn't need her she could just drop off the face of the planet right now and not a bone, muscle, tissue, fibre, cells, genes, and such on would give a damn. His mind was on anti mode right now as he started heading towards the room otherwise known as Mr.Vincent's class. He didn't have class with the man this morning but he knew that was where Pheebs was and the two of them together just sent good vibes around him and generally made him a happy person. He reached the room and turned the knob and entered the room. He saw the two of them and someone else his mind wouldn't allow him for the time being.

Chance came over and grabbed a seat and he had a goofy smile on his face as he waved to all of them in a cheery and bright way. "Hey Pheebs!" He said excitedly and then turned to Mr.Vincent. "Hello Mr.Vincent! How are you this morning?" He asked and then turned to Phoebe. "Hey Phoebe. I was wondering if you wanted to come to the ball with me. I think it'd be fun and we'd be able to dance and you know perhaps tell our stuffy friends later about how much fun we had dancing and laughing together." He said with his bright smile plastered on his face as he let a small chuckle come out of his mouth. He now waited for a response and hoped he wouldn't be turned down yet again.




Sybil had woken up in her room and she groaned as the sunshine hit her face. She didn't like mornings and she hated them more so when she was hungover. Being hungover wasn't the best thing in the morning. She flipped the blankets over and then stumbled out of bed. Her head was spinning round and round. Grunting she made her way over to the bathroom and pressed her face on the cool tiles cooling her face down as she did so. Sybil eventually got up and then she went into the shower. She washed her hair and her body and rinsed. After the cleaning was process she wrapped a towel around her as she went to go get something to wear. What she found happened to be a pair of short shorts that happened to be denim. Soon enough she threw on a baggy sweater, she rolled up the sleeves and looked at herself. She looked fine and looked good.

Sybil then did her hair and make-up and got something to eat and she was on her way out of her room. She didn't have terribly too much to do but as she walked around eating her apple a few thoughts crossed her mind but more than half of them she couldn't do anyways. The last idea came to her while she was staring at the door numbers and who belonged in who. Eventually she ended up at the door where she believed that Ducky was in.

Knocking on the door she entered it and smirked. "Honey I'm home!" She exclaimed. "Did you miss me?" She said and laughed. Sure they weren't great friends but they still seemed to be friends and she flirted with him a few times. He was more of a party buddy you could guess. Sybil didn't even really know but she wasn't scared of a guy who called himself Ducky no matter how good looking and strong he seemed he didn't scare her one bit and that was pure fact.