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[Vega Starling]

Vega Millenia Starling

TRADITIONAL APPLICATION ciara renée - nineteen - camp Jupiter - Demisexual - single likes-- Flying / Heights / Climbing / Coffee / Fighting / Breaking Rules / Traveling / Summer Breezes / Cupcakes dislikes-- Being Underground / confined spaces / Pranks / Rules / Over controlling People strengths-- Quick & Agile / Energetic / Strong sense of humor weaknesses-- Strict rules / Claustrophobic / Easily bored fatal flaw-- Overly Enthusiast / Rash fears-- Claustrophobic / Being Controlled / Just being a puppet preferred weapon-- Imperial Gold Mace cabin/cohort-- Fourth Cohort allegiance-- Roman personality-- Filled with adventure and a endless reckless streak, Vega has never made a good Roman. Getting in only on the good graces of her mother's status, Vega never wanted to be a fighter but when she does fight, she fights gracefully and as fast as the wind. She was made for speed, light bones and winds the blow in her favor. If her attitude matched her fighting style, she could have been in the first legion, but that was never something she ever wanted anyways. Vega wants to be free on the breeze, not some solider with no personality and no individuality. That's not the life for her. Freedom from fighting, freedom from stupid rules and parents standards. Thats her dream. godly parent-- Favonius family-- Pivliva Starling, fifty eight, Past Legionnaire/ Coffee shop owner pets-- None hometown-- New Rome history-- Vega has always been a Roman through and though. Born and raised in New Rome with her mother, a daughter of Mars, it was no wonder the only man to catch her eye was a god of the wind. In her day, Pivliva Starling had been one of the best the Second Cohort had to offer, and everyone expected her to be just like her mother. That was never Vega's plan though. From a young age Vega hated the Roman way. It was too demanding and too ridiculous for her. Rules after rules that never makes things any different. Everything is orderly, particular and boring. When it came time she too had to join the Legion, much to her dismay. She entered and everyone expected the world of her. A skilled warrior, a daughter of Favonius, a legacy of Mars, the daughter of Pivliva Starling, the pride of her Cohort. She never lived up to the pressure though, it got to her far to fast. She couldn't fight with people watching her every move, those who knew her really fighting didn't say much about it. Then the rule breaking began. Curfew, orders, skipping training. When it came for a cohort to welcome her, she got the fourth. Not that she could argue with it but her mother nearly fell into tartarus. The Cohort proved to be the best place for her. The lower meant she wasn't expected to be much but she held her own in real fares of battle, longing for more to life though. Vega was known for sneaking out of camp, being missing for days as she ran the coast. Flew along the winds, anything to escape the everything from the legion. She wanted to be free of the legion and would do anything to be able to live on her own. Rp Sample-- I own your ass literally name; Char time zone; EST

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[Harper Jones]

5% of my ass. No more. No less. Also accepted. Do your claims.