SHAW, michaela

[MICHAELA SHAW]

PLEASE WELCOME TO THE STAGE
MICHAELA LYNNE SHAW

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FULL NAME --

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Michaela Lynne Shaw

NICKNAME --[/size]
Mike

AGE --[/size]
20

ORIENTATION --[/size]
Heterosexual

MEMBER GROUP --[/size]
Hotel staff

CHARACTER TYPE --[/size]
original

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POSITIVE TRAITS --[/size]

• friendly
  
• loyal
  
• generous
  
• calculating
  
• fearless
  

NEGATIVE TRAITS --[/size]

• overdramatic
  
• blabbermouth
  
• not ambitious in the least, no goal in mind
  
• compulsive liar
  
• naive
  

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PLAY BY --[/size]
Katie Cassidy

BEST FEATURE --[/size]
her nose

WORST FEATURE --[/size]
her height

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MOTHER --[/size]
Hanna Leighton, 43, nurse

FATHER --[/size]
Michael Shaw, 46, librarian

SIBLINGS --[/size]

• none
  

SPOUSE --[/size]
n/a

CHILDREN --[/size]

• none
  
  

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YOUR ALIAS --[/size]
Wreynne

RPG EXPERIENCE --[/size]
more than half a year

HOW'D YOU FIND US --[/size]
RPG Collection

SAMPLE --[/size]

As a goddess, Minerva did what she pleased and didn't bother worrying about it. She was the goddess of almost everything that was worth anything and she was a pretty good speaker too so she always found some way to talk herself out of trouble. That day, she had woken up in her rooms at Mt. Olympus feeling lethargic and completely bored. She knew that she had a lot of work to do, but she just couldn't bring herself to care. The heat was stifling and if she actually forced herself to do anything productive she was sure that she was going to break down.

Mortals may have thought that their gods were immune to discomfort and were always calm and collected even when it seemed like the world was going to melt from all the heat or freeze into a huge ice block. But no, mortals were wrong. Gods and goddesses had feelings too and therefore could feel whatever they were feeling. Sighing once more, Minerva fanned herself pitifully. She couldn't take much more of this. She was currently lounging on her chaise lounge while staring out into the gardens. She'll kill for winter at the moment. She had already forgone her heavy helmet and her chain mail to wear a loose white gown. Her thick black hair had been pulled up into a tight ponytail. The only thing she still had from her original ensemble would be her spear.

I need a distraction, Minerva decided. She sat up and made her way out of her chambers. She needed a mortal bless, toy with, or punish, it didn't matter. Hopefully she'll be so distracted that she would forget about this insufferable heat. The majestic marble hallways echoed with her footsteps as she made her way to the watching pool. The large fountain was abandoned as the other gods were probably elsewhere escaping the heat. Grimacing at the thought of being out in the sun unprotected, Minerva sped up her pace.

Once she was in front of the fountain, she bent over the clear water and dipped one hand into its cool water. She closed her eyes in relief as she felt the cooling water around her hand. Let's see, let's see... She hummed contemplatively as she looked through the mortal realm for someone calling out to her. A mortal woman was praying for medicines for an ailing uncle, a scribe was asking for advice, a young man was asking for some help with a love poem--dull, dull, dull, dull, dull Minerva sighed. Let's try this again, hmm? With her index finger, she drew a wide circle over the top of the water, and as an image appeared and focused, Minerva couldn't help but feel her intest rise.

It was a young mortal man. A handsome one at that, Minerva noted. If Venus was here, she'll be after the young fellow quite happily. Looking around to make sure that she was alone, Minerva leaned in to see what who he was and what was going on.

His name was Maximillian Commodus Forte and he was a definite favourite of the crowds. He was a slave and a quite unwilling gladiator at that. The silly man tried to defy the slave owners but gave in eventually. Minerva was pleased to see that he was skilled in combat and had a fiery spirit. It was rather unfortunate that he was going to waste his potential away by staying around as a play thing for the crowds.

Watch out, stupid Minerva warned as the man he was fighting spotted his uncovered side and struck. It was too late, although it was a wooden sword, it had made quite a cut on his arm. No doubt, if he didn't get himself fixed up soon he would not be able to participate in the next game. He left his opponent and the scene changed. The water blurred and spun before settling down once more to reveal to Minerva that Maximillian was in his dingy slave quarters tending to his injury.

minerva, why can’t i be in a real battle?

Minerva furrowed her brows and narrowed her eyes. So he was speaking to her was he? Although she didn't reply to most mortals, she was bored enough to do just that. Raising her hand over her head, she snapped, and in a flash, she disappeared from the watching pool to appear before Maximillian. If he was scared, she didn't care.

Now that she was up close and personal with this young man, she had to be honest to herself to say that he was definitely Venus's type. It's Oh mighty goddess minerva, to you young man. She said mock-sternly. ...and you might want to shut your mouth before you catch any flies. She said when she noticed that he was gaping.

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