Megara

[meg]

User Name: Meg

Character you wish to play: Megara

Age: 19

Sex: Female

Custom Title: »different.kind.of.damsel«

Personality: Basically, Meg relies only on herself. She was brought up to be independent, and believes that you cannot trust anyone like you can trust yourself, so if she wants to get something done she does it her way. At least this means she can take care of herself quite easily. Meg appears to be very confident, outwardly anyway. It is very rare that she will be shy, no matter who she’s talking to.

She’s guarded to the point that it’s ridiculous. She will not show her emotions, or speak about her problems. Often whatever she’s showing on the outside is nothing like what’s going through her head. Until it gets to the point where she has to deal with the problem of course. Then it must be done.

People who have no sense of humor whatsoever would probably find Meg to be a terrible person. Apart from being sarcastic, she is rather negative, and will not flatter anyone without good reason. It isn’t that she doesn’t think the people are good; she just doesn’t want to show a soft side of herself by telling people that they’re good.

Appearance:
[Obviously the one on the left. xP]

History: At the start, Megara is Hades’ little minion. She gave him her soul in return for him to save her lover’s life, but in the end her lover abandoned her. Now Meg must do favors for Hades in order to avoid an eternity in the underworld. Unfortunately, since Hades has learned the Hercules is still alive, Meg must help Hades in his plans to murder Hercules.

Movie: Hercules

Weapons or Magic: Nope.

Character Quote: “Well, you know how men are. They think "No" means "Yes" and "Get lost" means "Take me, I'm yours."”
“Sometimes it’s better to be alone. Nobody can hurt you.”
“Then read my lips—forget it!”
“I’m a damsel; I’m in distress; I can handle this. Have a nice day.”

Sample RP: Hips swayed from side to side as the young woman strolled, casual yet captivating at the same time. A sudden swish of the purple gown she wore signaled her coming to a stop. Her arms crossed over her chest as she leaned her side up against the wall. A smirk came over her lips as a booming, angry voice started to shout.

"Paaiiin! Paaanic! MEG!"

She knew it had been coming, so it was no surprise. The two faithful, or otherwise scared out of their wits, minions came flying towards the source of the voice, admitting their mistakes and "worthlessness". Meg, on the other hand, stood there and continued leaning, rolling her eyes. It was the same every time the dear old Hades had a temper tantrum. Meg was getting tired of it. She knew she couldn't completely disobey him--he did sort of own her soul--but she got away with what she could. And running to him and asking for forgiveness was something she was getting tired of.

"My sweet little minion, Meg. Didn't you hear me calling?"

She turned her head to face the god, her expression overly apologetic. She batted her eyelashes. "What is it, Hothead? Lose your cool?"

Another shout of anger came from him, and she knew that he was going to have another fit of rage.

Password: Pixie Dust!

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[Jane Porter]

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