Minerva

[minerva]

{Minerva}

^{"Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure"}

Running The Show

[/center]
the only puppeteer cool enough to operate this puppet is elaine. she is sixteen years old. this cool cat has been running the show for one year and can be reached by PM.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]

Who I Am

full name: minerva
nicknames: minnie, minerva
god of: warriors, poetry, medicine, wisdom, commerce, crafts, and the inventor of music
sexuality: heterosexual

In The Mirror

i look a lot like: katie cassidy
abilities:
this is me on a good day:
Although all gods and goddesses are beautiful, Minerva is not the one famous for her beauty. She has a regal and mature beauty to her but it's not her beauty that draws the attention of others. Minerva has midnight black hair that brushes her shoulder blades in loose waves. She usually keeps her hair tied back because she hates it when her hair gets in her way. She usually wears a helmet so she keeps her hair in simple styles. Because she is the goddess of warriors, she has healthy tanned skin and lean muscles on her person to show her physical prowess. Her all knowing blue eyes are a deep blue and seem ageless. Her eyes unnerve many because it seems like she's looking right through their souls. Although she is shorter than most, her maturity and the confident way she holds herself makes up for her short stature. She always has a satisfied smirk playing on her lips and it makes people wonder what she's thinking about. She is usually dressed in simple clothing with chain mail and helmet, her spear is never too far from her person. She doesn't wear much jewelry but whenever she does shed her warrior's apparel she will be in a loose gown without much else. There are cases that she wears more finery than even venus, but those occasions rarely come. She is the virgin goddess after all and will not need finery to attract men. When she is angered, her calm and serene appearance is shot through. Her calm blue eyes seem to ignite and resemble the tumultous sea during a storm. She bares her teeth and her face is flushed. Her dark hair seem to come alive as she rages. She clenches her hands into fists to prevent herself from lashing out. She is usually stern and severe. Although she doesn't like to dress up, she takes care of her appearance. Her hair is always washed and combed through, her hands are surprisingly soft for a warrior and her nails are trimmed. She can't stand perfumes or make up so her face is bare to the world.

Get Down Deep

i love: my abilities, equality, knowledge, friendship, nature, creativity, crafts, art, music, language, and stories.
i hate: liars, pettiness, incompetence, thieves, being tricked, not knowing something, losing control over a situation, people assuming they know me, disobedience, and unnecessary expectations being placed onto me.
i fear: loss, failure, rejection, betrayal, and losing faith in myself.
i hope to: learn to care about others, become more sympathetic towards others in trouble
i hide: my loneliness, my ward Voculus
i'm weird because: I say what I want but don't say what I feel, I am quite petty but I always find some way to make my actions seem logical, and I have a soft spot for animals.
what i'm like:

Minerva is calm and wise. She judges fairly and is logical. She likes to know everything and always investigates a situation very carefully before siding with anyone or choosing a suitable punishment for a wrongdoer. Although she is calm and wise and well known for her fair treatment, she does possess a streak of nastiness hidden beneath her regal facade. Fortunately, although she is easy to anger, she usually talks herself out of her rages. But when she doesn't, everyone would know that she's upset and suffer from it.

Minerva is also a very busy goddess and takes her responsibilities very seriously. She doesn't like things out of order and looks over her specialties and never fails to do so. She ir rarely seen lounging around or still, and even when she seems to be at rest, she is most likely plotting. She is always serious and aloof to most things therefore she is not attached to her emotions and find it hard to relate to others. To her, the world is black and white. The grey area is a faint line that bears no consequence.

Due to her intelligence and patience, she is manipulative and secretive. She loves her privacy and is willing to wait and bide her time when she knows that she'll benefit from it. She is paranoid of others and their own motives so she is left alone most of the time. She may talk to others, but will never come to fully trusting another individual with her thoughts.

Sometimes, she comes off as rude and callous with her comments because she cannot sympathize with others. She knows that right and wrong is, but she will not let her emotions sway her decisions. She can't stand emotional people and although she is the one to go to for advice and justice, she is the last goddess to go to for comfort and care.

She is also independent and not afraid of confrontations. She can stand up for herself and will so if someone challenges her on something she feels strongly enough on. She is rarely forgiving and can be very creative with her punishments to result in the most pain.

Although she is mature and very serious in all things, she possesses a child-like playfulness in regards to learning. She loves to experiment and test theories. She loves riddles and likes to create. She is in the best mood when she is learning something. If her fellow deities want a favour of some sort, they know that they'll have to give her some sort of knew knowledge in exchange.

Where I'm From

parents: Jupiter
siblings: none
significant other: none
pets: none
possessions: none
my story:

Minerva was born in the most peculiar of ways. She was born from her own father's head as a full grown goddess with warrior's gear. Apparently, her father had heard that his child would lead to his own downfall. In order to prevent that from happening, her father, Jupiter, had swallowed her pregnant mother. It must have been a shock to the god when she was born.

She was able to adapt easily and made herself a place amongst the other gods and goddesses. Although she has a strained relationship with her father for the first part of her life, she finally decided that it was okay that her father ate her mother due to his paranoia. A paranoia that she seemed to have inherited. She got along well as casual acquaintances with the remaining gods and goddesses.

Due to her temper, she is often found bickering with Mars. She may pretend that she doesn't like the god, but she usually finds herself seeking out his company. Minerva had once been very fond of Mars, but when he became attached to Venus, their friendship cooled off. Minerva didn't like Venus very much.

She doesn't stay with the other gods and goddesses for long periods of time. She is a patron goddess over many areas in life and travels extensively to oversee her specializations. Because of her traveling, she acts very independently and doesn't like to answer to anyone else but herself.

During her travels, she had befriended a mortal woman named Daphnae. She recongized Minerva as a goddess and showed her proper respect. Eventually, Minerva even toyed with the idea of becoming her protector. But then, Daphnae became engaged. Minerva, who was a virgin warrior amongst other things, disliked the idea of having her companion being impure and told Daphnae to forgo her marriage. Daphnae refused. In her anger, Minerva cursed Daphnae so that all her daughters will never marry and remain virgins. She had been betrayed by her friend and she will make sure she regrets it.

She fled back to her home and didn't venture from the refuge of her home for many years, opting to oversee the mortals and her worshippers from afar. Most of the gods and goddesses didn't question her decision to stay, but it was strange. Minerva liked to wander but none of them asked her what had happened. They knew that Minerva liked to keep to herself. Even after she got over Daphnae's betrayal, Minerva never ventured too close to human settlements or befriended other mortals. It was then that she began to close off parts of herself from others.

When she was traveling one day, she found a little boy. His parents had been killed by bandits and he had survived because his mother had hid him in a tree trunk. Feeling generous that day, she had taken the boy under her wing. His name was Voculus and he was only seven. He never realized that his new mother was the goddess Minerva and she never told him. She placed him under the care of the nymphs of a forest she frequents and visits the boy when she could. No one knows of the boy's existence or her moment of kindness that allowed the boy to live. She means to keep it that way.

The Extra Stuff

read the rules?: the cat is out of the bag
rp sample:

Helene-Marie had been reading quietly on her bed. It was peaceful and very therapeutic. Her roommate, Louise, had decided to take her pet, Casper, out for another one of their walks. Louise seemed to really love the outdoors, which was completely opposite to Helene-Marie. Yet, they were still good friends. She was glad that she was the only occupant of the dorm at the moment. She had had a hectic day and longed for some peace and quiet with her book. Turning the page, Helene-Marie sighed. Nothing beat a nice relaxing afternoon with no homework.

Helene-Marie frowned as a faint pecking noise at her window brought her back into the living. Sticking a finger into her book to keep her place, Helene-Marie climbed out of her bed and stood in front of the window. It was an owl--an angry looking one at that. It seemed annoyed that she wasn't going to open the window any time soon. "Hold your horses, you bossy owl." Helene-Marie mumbled. The owl merely hooted angrily. With one hand, she opened the latch, and the windows swung open.

"Okay, what do you have there?" Helene-Marie asked. The owl, Mr. Snobby, Helene-Marie secretly dubbed him, merely turned its head away from her. "Okay, that's it, you're asking for it, buddy!" Helene-Marie tried to sound threatening as she placed her book down by the table. "Don't make me hurt you." The owl merely hooted cockily.

After almost killing the poor owl, she finally got her message.

Hey Helene-Marie
Meet me at the RoR at 3:00
from Lucy

Frantically, Helene-Marie looked around for her alarm clock. It had been shoved roughly off of its place on her bedside table while she had been fighting with Mr. Snobby. Once she finally found it, Helene-Marie sighed with relief. She still had twenty minutes to get ready and head over to the Room of Requirement.

Forgoing the usual school robes, Helene-Marie changed into a pair of comfortable blue jeans and a simple light blue blouse. Jamming her wand into her bun, she slipped on a pair of navy blue flip flops before walking out of the door breezily. She still had plenty of time left.

As she passed by the large stretch of wall that she knew was the entrance to the Room of Requirement was, Helene-Marie cleared her mind and focused on her next phrase, I need a place to meet with Lucy Parker. Helene-Marie watched quietly as an immense wooden door appeared. The first time she had seen the room appeared, she almost fainted, but now, she felt accustomed to its appearance. Grabbing the handle, Helene-Marie turned it and stepped into the room.

It seemed like every time she was in this room, something was different. This time, there was a table one side of the room with an assortment of what seemed to be like boxes and books. Immediately, Helene-Marie seemed to be pulled to the table of books, but she forced herself to stay where she was and see what else was there in the room. On the other side of the room stood a few tables that had odd pole-like things sticking out of them. Helene-Marie had no idea what they were for, but she was sure Lucy was going to explain it to her. Lucy seemed really willing to share about the muggle world, and Helene-Marie was just as ready to learn. In the middle of the room were two two-seater sofas and one three-seater sofa with a coffee table in the middle of them. Above the table was a weird looking flat screen thing, with a litter of complicated gizmos below it. On one of the couches was Lucy. "Hey, Lucy." Helene-Marie greeted the younger girl. "Did I make you wait long?"