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☠Full Name: Ryan Ann Maccon
☠Nickname: Ry, Spitefire (by her mother)
☠Gender: Female
☠Age: Sixteen
☠Race: Caucasian, Italian American
☠Orientation: Straight
☠Personality: Fiery, aggressive and on the top of my game, I have been told many thing about myself. I know I have an almost instant boom fuse for my temper but I'm just such a ball of passion! I throw myself into everything I do be it cooking, training, or pounding a fool into the pavement. I am proud almost to a fault but I do not take well people messing with those close to me or any form of mocking. There is a vain streak in me I can't deny it either. I enjoy looking good as a woman while still being a warrior. Don't take that as a reluctance to get dirty though. I relish in the chance to get a good fight on and as long as it isn't just my blood getting spilt then life is good. I am sarcastic and stubborn just like my mother. Though unlike a side of her she's ever shown me, I do my best to keep any other emotions buried. It's not exactly well known how much I worry about those I love or that I fear never finding love that accepts both the woman I am and the warrior. I have a soft spot for young warriors who want to improve their skills no matter who their divine parent is. My uncle once made the comparison between me and teddy bear, I corrected him with a punch to the shoulder. Apparently now I'm I full fledged grizzly.
☠Quote: "It's not the size of the dog in the fight, it's the size of the fight in the dog.
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☠Eyes: Ruby toned
☠Hair Length: Long, wavy chocolate brown hair. It sits when down and somewhat tamed, about the middle of my back. I prefer it up in a ponytail or sometimes pigtails. Often I'll braid it just to keep it out of my face.
☠Height: 5'7"
☠Weight: 135 lbs
☠Marking(s): Nics and small scars form weapons training. Got an inch wide star on my upper left shoulder. Got it on my first quest when I was thrown into a wall and got skewered with a spike.
☠Body Type: I am by no means a bulky weight lifter. I am a young woman with soft curves where I need them. Soft and supple, I give those Aphrodite girls a good run for their money and I like it that way. Strong well proportioned legs, a gentle hourglass starting to form....yeah so I cannot deny I'm a bit proud of my body. My hands are soft and look like that of a lady's but don't be fooled. They fit a boxing glove as easily as they do a silk one. This healthy body wasn't earned through 'dieting' and 'watching my girlish figure' it was earned through hard work. From kickboxing, to gymnastics to fencing I was an active child and remain as such. Whatever my mother threw at me I flourished in and kept coming back for more. I am a bit vain I cannot deny that but what girl doesn't enjoy being elegant and ladylike while still being able to pound the boys into the ground?
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☠Mortal Relations:
- Bianca Maccon, Mother
- Nathaniel Maccon, Uncle
☠Divine Parent: Ares, God of War, Bloodlust, Violence, Manly Courage and Civil Order
☠Friends: (to be edited as spoken too)
☠Enemies: (to be edited as spoken too)
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☠Type of Weapon(s): Two pairs of brass knuckles, one with spikes and one without. I am also the owner of a morning star, yeah you heard that right.
☠Weapon Name: Thorn is my pair of spiked knuckles. Named for the small solid metal spines that protrude from the knuckle gaps. While Punishment is my flat metal knuckles. Rage is my mace, and I don't mean the kind you can spray.
☠Weapon Appearance: Thorn, Punishment. Both of them are normal and don't turn into anything though they are generally wrapped up in a pair of leather gloves in my pocket. Rage turns into a mace like charm on a silver bracelet.
☠How it was received: Thorn and Punishment were made at camp after harassing the heck out of a Hephaestus kid it was fun!
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☠ This is my story: I have always had a fairly normal life. My mother is a world renown mixed martial arts master who travels the world. Sometimes she does tournaments and other times she's teaching classes for those who can convince her to stay. I always assumed she met my father out traveling the globe but we never talked about it. I grew up in the ring, learning things my mother offered from the start. My uncle was often around as he played my mother's tour manager and well we grew into a tight little group. Things were fine for many, many years until we did a tournament in New York. I was twelve at the time and had no idea who the strange woman who appeared in the back was nor did I care until the claws came out. Mom found me after I had beat the woman with a broken table leg. Though she still had two fights to go, we piled into the car, the adults talking quickly in their native Italian. Sometimes I think they forget I speak it too. In no time we arrived at a hill and there was a teen waiting for us. Mom offered no explanation on this one, only told me to buck my chin up and go hear the people out. Afterwards I was to let her know what happened. Demigod hood...well that was an interesting twist. My mother collaborated their story, this woman who never lied to me in my life was telling me my father was a god. Not every day that happens. Since that year I have spent every summer here at Camp Halfblood honing my skills on a new level. I've gone on two quests to my delight and got a few scars from the mess. Things have been relatively simple for me, not that I mind. I"m more concerned about what's going on with Olympus and why Mr. D. suddenly left us. Hopefully everything will get sorted out soon, war or nor.
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☠Years at Camp: Six, Summer only
☠Personal Skills:
- Hand to hand combat, having a really famous mixed martial artist as a mom has it's perks
- Pain tolerance, no pain no gain right?
- Cooking, little known secret but I am a hell of a cook. You haven't had lasagna till I make it.
- Balance, hun I can chase you down six inch heels or not
☠Weaknesses:
- Resisting the urge to beat a punk, it's like torture to not to I swear!
- Keeping my mouth shut, something just need to be said
- Saying no to a challenge
- Organization, I call it controlled chaos
☠Likes:
- Being in the ring
- A great sparing partner
- Getting to dress up
- Spending girly moments with the other girls no matter what cabin
- Taking down cocky opponents
- Going home to mom
☠Dislikes:
- Sore losers/winners, no one likes a brat
- Any mockery of my family, divine or not
- Being treated like a soft little girl, god that drives me up a wall!
- Mud, it is a pain to get out of clothing but I'm not afraid to get dirty
- Being told to stay home
- Girly girls, gag me much!
☠Fears:
- Being alone in life
- Being the damsel in distress
- Getting someone killed because of my mistakes
- Scorpions, those things are nasty!
☠Fatal Flaw: My temper. I has a bad habit of ruling me no matter how hard I try to keep it out of things.
☠Other Information: It should be noted that I am trained in a couple of different hand to hand styles. Kickboxing, Mixed martrial arts and Akido. Still working on a few others though. I also speak fluent Itailian.
☠Theme Song(s): Hunt You Down by Saliva
Mama Said Knock You Out by Five Finger Death Punch ft. Tech n9ne
