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» God(dess): Ligeia
» Reference: Wikipedia
» Family: {mother & father} Achelous & Terpsichore ; {spouse} N/A
» Played By: Rosie Huntington-Whitely
» Human Alias: Serenity Valentina
» Human Age: 22
» God of...: Sexiness Siren
» Flair: Come little children, I'll take thee away ~ Ligeia catches the eye and, if singing or humming or creating a tune of any kind without an instrument, the high majority of men will feel some need to just be near her. In her presence you are also more likely to be distracted often with grave consequences - you'll leave dinner in the oven for just that bit longer making it burn, or you'll forget to pick the kids up from school.
» Flair Type: Continuous
» Fitting in: Ligeia is a life guard at a fairly busy swimming pool. Yes, you read that right. Occasionally, just occasionally, she might just be the tiniest bit late getting to someone and they may well drown. Or smash their head on the bottom of the pool whilst she's pulling them to safety. Ahem.
» Weakness: Ligeia has little to no concept of what is right and wrong. She's never had any real boundaries before and has never had cause to live by social standards - she's never known what it is to be human, or human-like. She doesn't understand that men with girlfriends and wives aren't supposed to be approached, or felt up or taken home and her concept of what clothing you wear and when you wear it leaves much to be desired, leaving little to the imagination at the same time. Her liberal way of thinking will probably lead to charges of indecent exposure. She's also painfully vain and is easily distracted by reflective surfaces.
One thing you don't do with Ligeia is tell her she can't have something. She wants what she wants and she'll have it. Don't give her the pretty, shiny, sparkly chain around your neck and she'll claw it off you, removing your head if it gets in her way. She's childish and irresponsible because she's never thought to be anything else. Nothing, well, very little of she does is thought out or planned, everything is done on impulse and this will probably leave her in some financial difficulties, being that I don't think life guards make all that much money. This immaturity ties in with her temper. Once she is frustrated her fuse is likely to blow (why is it blow when fuses melt? asldkj TOO MUCH PHYSICS) and she'll claw at anyone who's near and stamp her feet and roll around on the floor like an angry fish. Am I exaggerating? Most likely not. SIGH.
Ligeia is at home with jagged rocks and storms at sea and dead sailors, and it is likely that she'll try and recreate this scenario in her apartment. She may even bring in some sailors to crash and die in there too - they'll probably be met with a glass of salt water being poured over their heads just so they look and taste like they've just scrambled out of an ocean. Unfortunately she doesn't understand that water leaks through the floor boards and floods the apartments below and that you need somewhere water tight to successfully make an ocean in your living room, nor does she understand that water+electricity=BAD NEWS FOR YOU.
I hate to say it, but the girl isn't the smartest barnacle on the ship and she does little to help herself. It's a miracle she can read and write, in all honesty.
» History: Ligeia was one of the nymphs ordered by Demeter to protect Persephone. However, because of their vain nature, the nymphs were not paying much attention to Persephone and were unable to stop her being abducted. Outraged at the nymphs, Demeter zapped them and turned them into monsters. Since then Ligeia and her sisters sat on the rocks of various islands, luring sailors to them with their singing. The sailors, so enchanted by their voices, mostly steered their ships onto the rocks where they then drowned or were crushed. Those who made it to the Sirens had their eyes torn out for daring to look upon them. They then starved to death if they hadn't died from blood loss.
» Personality: Though a temperamental seductress of the seas, Ligeia is also quite naive. She doesn't understand that she is now mortal and that any power of persuasion she once had is nearly entirely gone. In the past, the only people who came near were sailors she had drawn to herself or sailors her sisters had sang to them. Now those who approach her will be poked and prodded to see if there is something missing inside their head that would make them come to her. Likewise, those who aren't drawn to her by her singing will also be poked and prodded to see what is wrong.
She is quite relaxed, not having any reason to be energetic besides when "saving" people's lives, and so she tends to lounge around the place, brushing her hair or staring at herself in the mirror. Lounging around in her home-made island, of course, and singing at the mail man and pizza delivery guy. This relaxed view of everything is probably better described as severe laziness. She doesn't cook or clean and it is likely she only remembers to eat when she's on the brink of collapsing. She doesn't sleep in her bed either, oh no, she sleeps where she drops. She's like a cat or something.
» Sample Roleplay: From the kiosk owner's point of view, the beautiful blonde girl who looked like she was straight out of a Victoria's Secret campaign who was biting her lip was flirting with him from a distance. Sixteen years old and never been approached by a girl, the teenager knew not what to do and stood there awkwardly, cheeks flushing red, one hand holding the elbow of the other arm. Now she was running her fingers through her hair teasingly and seemed to be mouthing something at him. He squinted but could not make it out.
The exchange continued for some time, the gestures being made by the girl becoming more and more inappropriate. The boy looked around to see if it was definitely him she was beckoning. He did not move from behind the cashier desk, however, because the girl, or rather woman, was clearly deluded. Eventually he averted his eyes and began serving the increasingly impatient queue of children being smothered by their arm-bands.
When he did look up, the girl was off her life-guard podium and storming over to him in a most bizarre manner. She looked angry and yet in a hurry to go nowhere fast. Without thinking she twirled around the side of the desk and stood in front of him, eyes narrowed, taking in every detail of his face. She pushed a pointy finger into his forehead.
"Wrong," she said, " Wrong, Ligeia says." She stood on her tip-toes and looked him straight in the eye, her nose a centimetre or so from his. "Wrong," she said again, "Fix it."
» God(dess): Ligeia
» Reference: Wikipedia
» Family: {mother & father} Achelous & Terpsichore ; {spouse} N/A
» Played By: Rosie Huntington-Whitely
» Human Alias: Serenity Valentina
» Human Age: 22
» God of...: Sexiness Siren
» Flair: Come little children, I'll take thee away ~ Ligeia catches the eye and, if singing or humming or creating a tune of any kind without an instrument, the high majority of men will feel some need to just be near her. In her presence you are also more likely to be distracted often with grave consequences - you'll leave dinner in the oven for just that bit longer making it burn, or you'll forget to pick the kids up from school.
» Flair Type: Continuous
» Fitting in: Ligeia is a life guard at a fairly busy swimming pool. Yes, you read that right. Occasionally, just occasionally, she might just be the tiniest bit late getting to someone and they may well drown. Or smash their head on the bottom of the pool whilst she's pulling them to safety. Ahem.
» Weakness: Ligeia has little to no concept of what is right and wrong. She's never had any real boundaries before and has never had cause to live by social standards - she's never known what it is to be human, or human-like. She doesn't understand that men with girlfriends and wives aren't supposed to be approached, or felt up or taken home and her concept of what clothing you wear and when you wear it leaves much to be desired, leaving little to the imagination at the same time. Her liberal way of thinking will probably lead to charges of indecent exposure. She's also painfully vain and is easily distracted by reflective surfaces.
One thing you don't do with Ligeia is tell her she can't have something. She wants what she wants and she'll have it. Don't give her the pretty, shiny, sparkly chain around your neck and she'll claw it off you, removing your head if it gets in her way. She's childish and irresponsible because she's never thought to be anything else. Nothing, well, very little of she does is thought out or planned, everything is done on impulse and this will probably leave her in some financial difficulties, being that I don't think life guards make all that much money. This immaturity ties in with her temper. Once she is frustrated her fuse is likely to blow (why is it blow when fuses melt? asldkj TOO MUCH PHYSICS) and she'll claw at anyone who's near and stamp her feet and roll around on the floor like an angry fish. Am I exaggerating? Most likely not. SIGH.
Ligeia is at home with jagged rocks and storms at sea and dead sailors, and it is likely that she'll try and recreate this scenario in her apartment. She may even bring in some sailors to crash and die in there too - they'll probably be met with a glass of salt water being poured over their heads just so they look and taste like they've just scrambled out of an ocean. Unfortunately she doesn't understand that water leaks through the floor boards and floods the apartments below and that you need somewhere water tight to successfully make an ocean in your living room, nor does she understand that water+electricity=BAD NEWS FOR YOU.
I hate to say it, but the girl isn't the smartest barnacle on the ship and she does little to help herself. It's a miracle she can read and write, in all honesty.
» History: Ligeia was one of the nymphs ordered by Demeter to protect Persephone. However, because of their vain nature, the nymphs were not paying much attention to Persephone and were unable to stop her being abducted. Outraged at the nymphs, Demeter zapped them and turned them into monsters. Since then Ligeia and her sisters sat on the rocks of various islands, luring sailors to them with their singing. The sailors, so enchanted by their voices, mostly steered their ships onto the rocks where they then drowned or were crushed. Those who made it to the Sirens had their eyes torn out for daring to look upon them. They then starved to death if they hadn't died from blood loss.
» Personality: Though a temperamental seductress of the seas, Ligeia is also quite naive. She doesn't understand that she is now mortal and that any power of persuasion she once had is nearly entirely gone. In the past, the only people who came near were sailors she had drawn to herself or sailors her sisters had sang to them. Now those who approach her will be poked and prodded to see if there is something missing inside their head that would make them come to her. Likewise, those who aren't drawn to her by her singing will also be poked and prodded to see what is wrong.
She is quite relaxed, not having any reason to be energetic besides when "saving" people's lives, and so she tends to lounge around the place, brushing her hair or staring at herself in the mirror. Lounging around in her home-made island, of course, and singing at the mail man and pizza delivery guy. This relaxed view of everything is probably better described as severe laziness. She doesn't cook or clean and it is likely she only remembers to eat when she's on the brink of collapsing. She doesn't sleep in her bed either, oh no, she sleeps where she drops. She's like a cat or something.
» Sample Roleplay: From the kiosk owner's point of view, the beautiful blonde girl who looked like she was straight out of a Victoria's Secret campaign who was biting her lip was flirting with him from a distance. Sixteen years old and never been approached by a girl, the teenager knew not what to do and stood there awkwardly, cheeks flushing red, one hand holding the elbow of the other arm. Now she was running her fingers through her hair teasingly and seemed to be mouthing something at him. He squinted but could not make it out.
The exchange continued for some time, the gestures being made by the girl becoming more and more inappropriate. The boy looked around to see if it was definitely him she was beckoning. He did not move from behind the cashier desk, however, because the girl, or rather woman, was clearly deluded. Eventually he averted his eyes and began serving the increasingly impatient queue of children being smothered by their arm-bands.
When he did look up, the girl was off her life-guard podium and storming over to him in a most bizarre manner. She looked angry and yet in a hurry to go nowhere fast. Without thinking she twirled around the side of the desk and stood in front of him, eyes narrowed, taking in every detail of his face. She pushed a pointy finger into his forehead.
"Wrong," she said, " Wrong, Ligeia says." She stood on her tip-toes and looked him straight in the eye, her nose a centimetre or so from his. "Wrong," she said again, "Fix it."