Flynn McAlister
Mar 16, 2016 0:08:58 GMT -5
Post by Flynn McAlister on Mar 16, 2016 0:08:58 GMT -5
Flynn Aislinn McAlister |
FREESTYLE APPLICATION Kaya Scodelario - Sixteen - Camp Jupiter - Pansexual - Single Mush-a ring I have no effing clue why they're making me do this... I think this is the Praetors' punishment after they crashed the party last weekend. Like it was my fault everyone around around me was sloppy drunk. At least I can hold my liquor... but I'm getting off the subject. My name is Flynn Aislinn McAlister of the Fourth Cohort. And you can call me Flynn and only Flynn unless you want me to introduce my fist to your face. And before ya dolts ask, yes, I am Irish and, no, you're not going to be lucky enough to kiss me. Anyway... what was I talking about again? Oh right... About me... I'm a demigod. Daughter of Hercules and a distant legacy of Bacchus, like three or more generations back. Fun stuff, right? Nah, not really. I mean, it makes the War Games a lot easier compared to other people and I throw killer parties, but otherwise, nah. Dum-a do Alrighty, you're probably wondering how this masterpiece known as myself was made? Whelp, long story short, my mum got laid. Her name is Brady McAlister. You've probably heard of her if you follow football religious (or what you 'muricans like to call soccer). She's the forward on Ireland's national football team and before my conception, they went on a world tour. They landed in the good ole U S of A and then my mum met the hottie named Hercules. A little math happened (subtract the clothes, divide the legs, that kind of thing) and nine months later, I was born in my native country of Ireland and I was named Flynn. I don't know why I was named Flynn since it means "descendant of the red-haired man" and neither my mum and I have red hair... but that's besides the point. Dum-a da Basically, I grew up on the football fields. My mum took me to her practices so I was raised around the team and they became a group of second mothers who helped raised me. When I was little, my mum noticed that I had a horrible time paying attention and I always had to be on the move. I was little when I was diagnosed with ADHD, but my mum noticed that I fidgeted a lot to help me focus so she decided to enroll me in peewee football. And I flourished in it, if I do say so myself. I twas an excellent athlete and it apparently helped in my studies once I was old enough to enter primary school. I was a very smart kid growing up, but I didn't like to show it. I was more interested in football and eventually I was made the team captain when I was 11. And that very same year, my team was selected to play in a tournament in San Francisco, California in the good ole states. Whack for my daddy-o This was the first time I was ever out of the country for my own reasons, so I was completely excited. I was completely hyped up and my team was completely hyped up and we were so pumped. We destroyed the competition in the first round of the tournament and we went to go celebrate our victory with good ole American fast food, but I was somehow separated from my group. I don't know how it happened, but they were right in front of me one moment and the next they were gone. I don't know how I managed to do it, but I was also found myself in the middle of nowhere. It was scary and next thing I knew, I was being chased by wolves. FRIGGING WOLVES!!! It's amazing I managed to outrun them, but they indirectly led me to what people call the Wolf House. I got there thinking it was safe shelter from the wolves and I would be able to call my mother in the morning. But I was wrong. So wrong... Whack for my daddy-o Instead, I find a bigger freaking wolf in that house and that one legitimately threatened to eat me! And I knew it wanted to eat me because of mental brainwaves or something. I don't know, but it was scary, but then she decided not to eat me and decided to train me. Listen, I wasn't about to do some Jungle Book crap, so I was about to hightail it out of there, but I just knew that would piss off the giant wolf and I didn't want to know if I tasted good with ketchup or not. So trained with the wolf. We worked on my fight skills and fine tuned my agility. During that time, I don't know if my mum reported me missing or if they put out an amber alert, but I know they didn't try to find me or else they would've been wolf food. Anyway... I must've impressed momma wolf because she let me go after a few months and gave me directions to what I assumed would be either to my mother or where my team was waiting for me. There's whiskey in the jar And once again, I was wrong. There was no family or team waiting for me. Instead, there was a giant river and a city. A city of demigods. Something was explained to me... I don't remember everything because it was a big ole blur, but somehow I found out about the Hercules and Bacchus thing. And they had me show of my skills or something and asked about letters. I don't know what the frig they were talking about, but they must've been impressed because I got placed in the Fourth Cohort. It wasn't the worst Cohort, but people seemed to forget that we existed, but that's worked out in our favor. And since I came to camp, I've discovered that I really like the War Games. Like, I could pee myself because I'm that excited about them. And the fact that we can throw some killer parties. They're worth it, even if we get caught (as evidenced now), but I seem to be the only one who can hold her liquor, but that might be because I'm the only Irish person in camp. But that's okay. That's made the last few years of parties so much more exciting. name; Rachel time zone; MST |
