CANTON, palmer elizabeth [WIP]

[Palmer Canton]

Welcome
*PALMERELIZABETHCANTON,

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*Her Name Means Beauty,[/center]

Full name: Palmer Elizabeth Canton
Nicknames: Palm
Age: Sixteen
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Member Group: Demigod
Canon or OC: OC

*Head's up on some cloud,

Personality: I'll keep this short, sweet, informal, and to the point. Palmer Canton talks non stop. She will talk to anyone or anything around her just because that's who she is. Her word filter doesn't work too well so her comments are a little out of line sometimes. Don't take it personally. She is extremely sarcastic but if she was ever to be in an argument... lets just say she may not have a good chance of winning that. Palm does get frustrated rather easily and she will throw a temper tantrum but that's usually in private. When angry Palmer tends to either not talk or start yelling. She hates being told what to do but with a little time she is very easily manipulated. Her recklessness and impulsive tendencies often get the best of her-- logic is just not existent to her. Palmer loves her guitar more than anything. Her mind is all over the place. And there you go, Palmer Canton in a nutshell!
Likes: talking, guitar, singing, dancing, gymnastics, archery, animals, cookies, parties, friends, colored pens, nail polish, early morning, messing with people, the colors blue and yellow (not necessarily together), summer time
Dislikes: yelling, being told what to do, feeling powerless, memorizing things, math, the dark, hand to hand combat, fire, death, bugs
Habits: speaking before thinking, nail biting, throwing small temper tantrums

*Don't I deserve Perfection?,

Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Blue
Style: Palmer's camp wardrobe is limited to tank tops, shorts, sweatshirts, and shoes. Toms are one of her favorite types of shoes because they aren't "clunky" like tennis shoes but you can still run in them. During the day she is usually in some sort of tank top and pair of shorts. It is a rare moment when Palm is caught in sweatpants or a regular shirt. At home she dressed in jeans, dresses, skirts, etc. She does own regular clothing but at camp she doesn't wear it!
Face Claim: Kaya Rosenthal

*The Inventor's Daughter?,

Olympian Parent: Apollo
Mortal Parent:
MOTHER: Carly Canton-Parker
STEPFATHER: Ryan Parker
Siblings:
STEPSISTER: Brittany Parker
no biological siblings except
ALL OTHER CHILDREN OF APOLLO
Other: None
History: At least three paragraphs

*So Different from the rest of us,

Your name: Kaye
Age: Seventeen
Passcode: adminapproved
contact: PM or cbox
RP Example:

"Why is this just impossible!" Palmer blurted out through gritted teeth as she threw her sword on the ground out of frustration. Standing before her was a large wooden practice dummy that she had been hacking at for the past hour. Within that time period Palmer had gotten cut by her own sword, fallen over her own feet, and at one point she was hit by one of the dummy's swinging wooden arms. How is it that hand to hand combat could be so easy for some people and so difficult for others? Archery was more her thing. Shooting an arrow from afar and never actually facing your opponent seemed to make more sense in Palmer's mind. Sword fighting on the other hand was another story. Over the last three years at the Academy (she never had a chance to go to the "real" Camp Half Blood) she had made minimal progress when it came to hand to hand stuff. Throwing spears, that was find, throwing knives, that was okay too, but taking a sword and swining it at someone while trying to defend yourself against their swinging sword, that was too much for her to handle.

Her weapon hit the ground hard enough to bounce slightly before laying still beside her. Palmer's eyes followed the swords movements until it was still. She shook her head before throwing a small fit and stomping on the ground. Her hands clenched into fists as she spun in a small, tight circle. Her single braid in the back of her head hit against her back as she moved. In a moment the tantrum ended and Palmer composed herself as if nothing had happened. She didn't care to look around to see if anyone had just witnessed her episode, at the moment she was too caught up in her own frustration to remember that there were others who would judge her for her actions. But then again why would she care what anyone thought?

Palmer took a deep breath before picking up her sword and attacking the harmless wooden model before her. She wasn't going for style or technique, this was all about getting revenge on how dumb this whole sword fighting practice idea thing was. She moved quickly with absolutely no grace or thought as to how things should be done. This state of rage wasn't common. Moments like these usually only occurred when she was alone and completely and utterly frustrated. Palmer was usually the positive one with a rather happy-go-lucky sort of thing going for her. For some reason, when it came to training, she could never keep her upbeat attitude.

It wasn't longer then three minutes before she was over her fit of rage. Her arms quickly grew tired from wielding her sword so harshly at an object that could barely react. Her breathing grew heavier as she slowed down until eventually she was, once again, hit by one of the swinging arms of the dummy. How she didn't see it is a good question considering the force was barely enough to knock her over. Palmer stumbled back a little before taking the short fall to the ground landing on her back. It wasn't the dummy's fault as much as it was her tripping her own feet. The sword that she had made last year slipped from her hand and fell beside her. Instantly Palmer sat up as a reflex. With a simple shake of her head and a loud 'ugh', Palmer laid back, not caring how dirty her cloths or hair got at this point, in order to catch her breath. She pulled her hands over her eyes and mumbled to herself "I hate this. I hate this. I hate this." Over and over again.

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