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Jennie Rue Woods — Marvel’s Timeless Gal 📝

MARVELOUS AU — Auntie JJ

Full name: Jennifer Ruth Underwoods

Other Identity: Jeanie Woods

Nicknames: Jen, Jennie, Jeanie, Jean, Ruthy, Rue, JJ, Dollface, Barbie, Quinnie, Fefe

Age: 28–32 (87 years of age)

Birthday: June 30, 1923 (Cancer)

Height: 5’5 (5’7 in heels)

Occupations: Waitress, Coffee Girl, SSR Sectary, Agent, Widow, Mama Bear, Assistant

Alias: Alexa Bowmen, Paige McKenna, Jacquline Stark, London Holloway, Olivia Erhart, Eliza Pearson, Emily King, Barbra James Scott, Ashlee Lance

Family:

- Parents, Alexander & Fran Underwood (dead)

- Older Sister, Dolores Marie Underwood (dead to her)

- Sister, Peggy Carter (the big sister she never had)

- Brother Figures, Jack Thompson & Daniel Sousa (her boys)

- Howard & Maria Stark (her found family)

- Anthony Edwards Stark (her nephew #1)

- Rei Stark ( #1 godchild )

- And list goes on!

Relationship status: Single, but has dated and been engaged once

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Personality: Jen is a sarcastic goofball with a heart of gold despite all the crap she been through in life. On occasion she is spirited, stubborn and determined. Not just that, she’s quick-witted with a sharp tongue. However she is very kindhearted, a little slow at times but she’ll get there, she can get distracted very easily at times and motherly to those around her.

Due to being on her own for a good part of her life, she ended up being observant and trying to be resourceful. She has a knack for getting information without raising suspicion and being sneaky for the most part.

Style:

Evie has a vintage and classy style, often seen in 1940s-inspired dresses, with a touch of modern flair. Her wardrobe reflects her independent spirit and love for classic fashion. Even as she progresses over the decades she stays with a simple yet gentle sense of fashion as a way to blend in with the crowd.

Skills:

Proficient with weapons, particularly guns.

Basic combat

Previously worked as a nurse during WWII, honing her medical skills.

Quick thinker, adapts well to challenging situations.

Handle a control panel

Design and disguise

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—Background:

Jen grew up in a decent sized house with a Russian father and a Italian-American mother, along with her older sister Dottie. When it came to both children, their parents loved them both the exact same.

However, behind the smiles and glittering eyes on both daughters held an small rivalry that over time.

Dottie was always the one-upper of the pair, acting like she knew more and always one step ahead of everything. Hell, Dottie enjoyed having her nose in her young sister’s business, ignoring her most of the day, parenting her like she was a second-mother and treating her sister, Jen, like a pest that she couldn’t stand.

But Jen wasn’t far behind either, as she rather enjoyed sometimes sticking her nose in older sister’s business, taking her sweater without asking and bugging her with whatever new thing she was obsessed with at the moment. The difference was that Jen knew her limits, as she held a fear behind her smile when it came to Dottie, often intimated by her status and rude attuned attitude.

It didn’t help that both ladies couldn’t be more different when it came to their interests.

In result, it often led to plenty of bickering, fighting over every single thing possible and barking off more than they can chew.

However, it all came to a sudden pause when their father Alexander was overseas with Dottie to Russia saying they had business to attend to. Her mother only simply nodded and hugged them both watching them drive away, before entering the house to continue her daily task, asking Jen to follow behind.

The girl was confused on the matter and questioned the trip later that night. Her mother, Fran, simply told her that Dottie was one of the few girls signed off to train and becomes a skilled fighter.

Saying that one day, Jennifer might get her turn to do the same but the young blonde refused the idea. She rather stay home, be a kind young lady, fall in love, paint all the gardens in the fields and learn what she needs to in America. She visited Russia before, as she always found it to be colder and unassuming to her likely.

Whatever Dottie was doing, Jennifer wanted no part of it.

Thankfully, with a small sigh, her mother agreed to her dreams and kissed her cheek.

Years later, Jennifer would learn what her sister was doing and fought to not follow the same path. She had to desire to become a skilled fighter in Mother Russia and train to be become an assistant to The Red Room. But faith had other plans, as her parents promised her to do a trail run, live in Russia and educate herself into getting certificate of achievement.

Just for a few short months. 3 months.

With a deep sigh and small grunt, she did so as promised. In The Red Room, she was made to watch videos on culture, read books, take any notes and practice her knowledge on what she already knows. Not just that, Jennifer was brought in to take up a couple of activities such as dance, carefully handle weaponry, learning basic combat and drive a vehicle, if she ever needs to hot-wire and getaway.

Jennifer wouldn’t admit it but a small part of her enjoyed watching the women in those rooms all move in one single motion like trained dancers, ready to performance for a show on stage, and she was in the front row getting a glimpse of the sight.

She looked over her shoulder as a tall shadow took behind her, she gulped assuming it was one of the teachers ready to shout in her face for sneaking out of her bedroom this late in the afternoon, but instead it was her older sister.

“What?” She grunted out, spinning to face the taller blonde.

The tall blonde held a slinging smirk, “Nothing. Like what you see?”

“You’re new high ponytail or the performance?”

“Both, Fefe.”

“Don’t fall me that. What do you want?”

“Just want to know if my baby sister is enjoying it here?”

“You mean having my wrist cuffed to the bed, being held in a isolated room twice a week with no windows and a locked door? Oh yeah, I love it.” She repiled with a sarcastic tone.

Dottie grinned, “And having me here as a upper classmen.”

“Yeah…that. When are you gonna realize you’re just as insane to enjoy this, Dot? You love it here and actually find it trilling. I don’t.”

“Oh, Fefe, when are you gonna realize that with this opportunity you can be just like me? With grace and perfection.”

“That’s my point. I am not like you and I will never be like you. And when my time is up, I won’t be seeing you ever again.”

And Jennifer was right.

She was out of the building soon enough, in hopes to keep her head down and never have to be stuck in a place like that again. But Dottie did warn her as a hard heavy threat, one day, they will try and offer you a deal, snatched her up and order her to work for them.

Jennifer grunted and hoped with her luck, she wouldn’t. However, as lucky as she was with never being dragged there again, she did have Dottie reappear later on her life once or twice just for add measure…

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📰~The 1940s~ 💡

Plenty years past since those 3 sleepless months within that building and Jen couldn’t be more pleased with herself to be blessed to see a new path her way.

She was living in New York City, Queens as a waitress and painting on the side. She enjoyed painting the city skyline, the people in the park and her favorite flowers whenever possible. She was what many called her, a cartoonist. And her job wasn’t so bad either, yes the clients can be rude and annoying at times, but she made it work.

And her uniform was her biggest perk of her job. The simple teal-blue dress, her white headband, brown flats and her cute pins over her apron.

It was good, also with the fact she clocked out early to visit the fair, as everyone was there to see all the new attractions, men getting tested to see if they’re qualified for the war, people going dancing and much more. One evening, she found herself reading the newspaper wondering the fair, enjoying the sights, getting a drink and eventually standing in the crowd to see the main attraction.

Howard Stark. The Expo.

Little did she know that the man on that stage would change her life, by becoming apart of it.

She laughed, awed and smiled during the show. Even catching glimpses of his young sibling on stage, who eventually joined him.

She looked over her shoulder noticing a ‘help wanted’ signed stamped over a couple of posters, removing one of the tickets and followed to the small building to see what can could apply for. It seemed with the war going on, they need volunteers to help nurse the men on the field and inside buildings. Jennifer thought for a moment, onto her decision but then realized that it was worth it to help the good wanting to men serve their country.

Two weeks laters, she was working as a volunteered nurse. She got tested, signed off and given new uniform to wear. When a certain doctor asked for her name, it seemed like he missed heard it, as he wrote down a different name under her paperwork.

Instead of Jennie Underwood, he put down ‘Jeanie Wood’.

Jen didn’t know if it was on purpose it or not, but it taken her by a surprise at the name. The last person to give her a similar name like that was her 5th grade English teacher, yet she wasn’t complaining. She liked it, a lot.

And if she had to admit, she enjoyed it more than she expected, making friends with the other nurses, checking on the vitals of men and women, along with cleaning their wounds. It’s also when she met Miss Margaret “Peggy” Carter, who came in to recruit some nurses for an experimental program to help out the war, as she was handpicked to do so.

To say, Peggy Carter wowed Jen was an understatement. The women was kind, fierce, charming, witty, a little sassy, had a stronghold on her role here and cared for others. It surprised her how Peggy took a liking to her during those days spent on the job.

That same week, she met Howard Stark as he was preparing for the super solider experiment that she was apart of. The moment Howard met her, he was dazzled, in awe and flirting with the blonde. That was the first time Jennie ever actually blushed and smiled, turning her face to hide her blush from Howard’s darling compliments and witty comments.

Howard simply smiled at her blushing and went off to finish preparing his equipment for the day, before offering to buy her lunch. His tongue accidentally slipped nicknaming her ‘JJ’ for short. Jennie hesitated as she removed her gloves after preparing the equipment and serum with the other nurses needed for tomorrow. One of the nurses nudged her to say ‘yes’ as Jennie just smiled and nodded, following the brunette out the door.

The following day, she met Steve Rogers, as she was there helping to performance the processor and watching the man transform from a skinny kid to a tall solider. But the cheers and awes were cut short as Dr. Erskine died, causing Jennie to remove a gun off the table aiming at the person who fired the shot, but missed by a close second as the man ran out the door. Before she can get a second to blink, Steve and Peggy raced out the door to follow him. Jennie stayed behind to help, get Dr. Erskine to a more comfort position and calm down the crowd.

After that whole event, things were put back into swings as the war went on, Steve became Captain America serving his country, Peggy was brought to help, along with Howard and Jennie to do their part in serving for the better of their playing field.

Once again, she was given a slight change of clothing instead of white, it was light browns and a dark brown jacket to watch.

Jennie was put to work, not as a volunteered nurse, but a someone who helped with the design and coordinates for any trips. She put her skills to some use, which made her smile. Soon enough, the war ended per say in some victorious cheers and others in sorrows for the ones they lost.

When Steve Rogers went down in the plane, after speaking to Peggy on the radio as their side of the speakers cut to static, Jen was the first to enter the room and pull the English brunette into an tight embrace.

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💭 ~Meetings and revisiting the past~📑

Once the war ended, Peggy and Jen stayed friends, keeping Howard in touch of course. As both were brought to working in New York City at The SSR (which would later on become SHIELD), Peggy worked at an assigned sectary despite her endless response to her being able to do more. Daniel Sousa saw more in her, which made the women smile at the thought and respect she got from him.

Meanwhile Jen didn’t mind it being the coffee girl/assistant at the SSR, basically a sectary with a nicer name. It gave her a flexible schedule most days, other days she was spent working later hours at her desk.

Thankfully she had Agent Jack Thompson to keep her company, despite his personality, the man saw Jennie as a little sister whenever she entered the building. As if he wanted to shield her from harm and have her stand back from the tough stuff, even through she reminds him that she seen men come back from the war wounded or worse.

Jack would sometimes buy her burger if they knew everyone was gonna be working a late night. He would often bicker with her and Peggy as the English women rolled her eyes, but Jen would respond by saying that it seems like Thompson has a crush on Carter. Which results in Peggy chuckling at the blonde women.

Things were going fine until Howard Stark was wanted for crimes against the country, recruiting for Peggy to help find the truth and prove him innocent. She even entrusted his butler Edwin Jarvis to asset her with the investigation.

In which Jennie met while she was getting herself coffee one morning at the diner where she used to work as a waitress, ordering Mr. Jarvis a coffee.

Mr. Jarvis smiled and thanked for, offering to pay for her donut as an exchange. They soon became friends after that. Little did Jarvis know that Jennifer would become good friends with his lovely wife, Ana, too.

Jennifer didn’t want any to be thrown too far into the mix of things, as she eventually joined to the two Brits on their investigation.

Especially after the plot thicken, she started to be thrown in for a loop as The SSR all visited Russia and reunited with The Howling Commandos, finding themselves in a building that once held many men and women who were spies.

The beds with handcuffs, weird therapists, scientists and much more on that visit to Russia. At one point, Jen froze as she stayed rubbing her wrist at the sight, as it took A Howling Commando to drag her out of the rooms. Hell, some of their own agents froze at the sights, meanwhile others stayed strong during the fight.

On the plane ride home, Jen started to let Peggy in on why she froze, but not everything, as Peggy held the blonde close. Jen was given flashbacks to those 3 months in Mother Russia, the trips she went on and how during the war she remembered the men she had to nurse coming home lost to confused.

But the biggest punch to the grunt was when she saw her older sister on the streets of NYC, under some false name living at The Griffith Hotel for Women, pretending to be some new lady here and wanting to go sightseeing. It made her sick, especially since Dottie got closer to Peggy and watched her baby sister from afar, with sneaky eyes to see her next move.

That’s when everything made sense to Jen.

Dottie was here undercover working for someone who was framing Howard Stark and having everyone turn against the man. Peggy didn’t fully believe Jennie at first when she came in with her claims, Jack Thompson nor Daniel Sousa did either, but soon enough the truth came into full force.

As one could imagine things took a turn for people at The SRR, as they close in on Howard Stark, the true enemies are revealed and much more to everyone involved. As they planned to draw out the real threat, The Leviathan.

But it goes awry when Dottie Underwood distract the agents while Stark is kidnapped, as her boss uses hypnosis to make Howard drop as gasp he invented called “Midnight Oil” to onto Time Square.

Thankfully with Jarvis’s help, they all found them just in time. Jack Thompson and Daniel Sousa handled The Leviathan, who’s name was Johann Fennhoff. Meanwhile Jennie, Jarvis and Peggy handled Dottie, while also trying to convince Howard to not drop the gas over Time Square.

To say Dottie was excited to see her sister again in full swing and having a thrilling fight with Peggy was an understatement.

However this time, Jennie wasn’t too frightened to fight her sister again, as she found strategy and strength in herself to be more confident. It was a bigger perk, that this time around, she had Peggy who was more than intrigued to battle Dottie after their last encounter.

In the end, things were brought to light, they defeated Dottie (who escaped), the right people were imprisoned with scheming with Zola and everyone was given a chance to breath once again.

But like always, life for Jen didn’t stop there as she moved to Los Angeles for her next adventure…

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🦅~The 50s—60s~ 🕰️

In 1956, things were looking swell for Jennie as she was working for SHIELD in Los Angeles as an agent. She had her own office, meetings scheduled, kept designing models, going out to dinners and the occasional trip for sizable missions.

She discovered she had a little love for the unknown, collecting items, designing, doing presentations and going on trips to report new things back to SHIELD headquarters.

She was the one to design the SHIELD logo and style of the front over the years after all. Her and Howard liked with idea of an eagle with spread wings.

-> Eagles with its keen eyes symbolized courage, healing, hope, vision, resilience and most importantly strength.

However one late spring night, everything flipped on it’s head for Jennie. It was one of their agent’s bridal shower and she was invited to join in the celebration, free drinks and food, of course she was coming.

Yet, she was soon about to regret that trip.

She was driving home in one of SHIELD’s invented cars, that was had a working mentor that connected to the battery phone. She was on the phone was Jarvis’ wife, Ana, talking about how wonderful her weekend was, crossing a simple long bridge, when a light shower of rain started to fall from above. It wasn’t anything unusual, the weather did call for a light shower that weekend, but what took her by surprise is the springing dose of snowflakes.

“Uh, Ana, I’ll have to call you back…” She said, hanging up the phone and hanging it back where it belong.

It was simply magical to such a sight, however it went from beauty to a beast wanting the snowflakes became a slamming balls of hail hitting the car as she started to carefully hurry along the bridge. However the road soon became dangerous, causing her to swirl off the path and hitting the railing as her car went flying and smash into the water.

The faint sounds of the phone could be heard, ringing with a voice on the other end as the car drowned into the large body of water. In the car, Jennifer was silent with bruises and cuts all over her body, her forehead held a large cut that was covered by blood.

Her breathing stopped as her heartbeat slowed down in seconds, her core body temperature dropped greatly. At that very moment her heart stopped beating.

At 8:55pm, a blot of lighten struck the car. The volts of electricity impact was more than strong enough to reset the heart into a clear rhythm. Jeanie Woods—Jennie Underwoods body slowly lifted from the lower end of the car to regain its awareness. Her head rushed to the surface, jolting out of her anoxic state, causing her to draw her first breath in 4 minutes.

Cough and breathing heavy, Jennie regain memory of recent events, using all her skilled strength within her to carefully climb out of the car, knocking the side door open capturing the cool air that surrounding her.

She breathed heavily, spreading outside of the side door and swimming forwards to the surface, finding a pot of greenery in the cold depths of the night. Once she climbing onto the grass, rolling over as she let her back hit the grass such a reliving impact. She squeezed her eyes shut and opened it once again to watch the snowy sky fall onto her cool skin.

Well, she was screwed.

Thankfully she crawled onto her feet and found the nearest gas station, entering a phone booth to call Jarvis to pick her up. And being the good friend he was, the man arrived with a blanket as well, bringing to his house to stay the night. She explained to Jarvis the accident, planning on trying to recall everything she could remember to have it on record of that night and how the car was totaled in the process, but the man didn’t care as long as she was safe and sound.

As the years went, she credited her appearance to a healthy diet, often exercising, skin care, good genes and just plain luck. However actions was required only months laters when she was pulled over for a minor traffic infraction.

“Ma’am, it says here that you were born in 1923.” Said the officer.

“That’s right, officer.” She repiled with a kind smile.

“That would make you 40?”

“Yes. I look young for my age.”

“Ma’am I might have to hold onto this.”

The two talked by the man didn’t look so convinced, asking to come by the station tomorrow if possible and to bring her birth certificate.

That’s when she knew she needed to start packing, calling up family and making a few adjustments to her life. That’s when she moved back to New York City for a while, keeping her job within SHIELD, but taking up studies for medicine to research her condition, talks with other scientists.

But they all slowly came to the conclusion that it seems like there was no results for her condition, despite the records, recalling of events and etc.

It happened again where officers would stop the women and question her appearance, age and name. Even tried to take her into the station, as she would always do what she must to get out of it, even call up a friend for witness.

Packing up once again, making a couple of whole calls and planes to drive off somewhere off the grid of neither New York or LA, she found herself in San Diego instead. Making sure that Peggy, Howard, Jarvis and their friends know what to do, if anyone contract them, remove any records and to do something about the officers who taken her originally.

In result, Jennie Woods went on to change her name, keep her files close to her chest, residence and appearance the best she could every decade. And to never speak a true word of her fate to answer living soul (unless they were family of course).

To her relief, as the years went on things calmed down and she was less frequently questioned, however she would get wondering eyes at work.

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🐤~Auntie JJ~ 🪿

-> May 29th, 1970 her nephew Anthony Edward Stark was born.

The day she held that tiny will soul in her arms, she knew she would love him til her dying days. She would take care of him, spoil the boy, and make sure he knew he was loved, even if she wasn’t there everyday to see him.

And that she did.

In the 70s, Maria and Howard knew they would need a pair of helping hands, aside from Jarvis, as they offered for the women to live with them. And of course, she said yes.

Jennie was there every step of the way and she loved it. Watching Tony grow up, taking his first step, first words, teaching him to read and write. Hell, when he was old enough, Tony would draw her so many drawings that she hang up in her office showcasing her godson’s work.

There were plenty of days and nights where neither of his parents were around as work and events took up their time, so in result if she was free, Jennie would do it.

“..’So after Lisa sewed on the missing button, she gave Corduory a big hug.’ The End. Now it’s time for my little bear to go to sleep.” She said closing the book with a smile.

Usually the 7 year old would give her a sleepy remark but after the long day he had, he decided against it. He rolled onto his side getting comfy.

“Auntie JJ?” He yawned in his small voice.

“Yes baby?” She asked standing up and putting the book back on his bookshelf.

“Would you always love me like Lisa love Corduroy?”

Jennie paused what she was doing as a small smile appeared on her lip at the question, she turned out and kneeled over the bed, placing a hand above Tony’s small cheek. Her warm touch smooth his worries.

“Of course I will, bubba” She replied and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

He smiled in returned, “Can we have pancakes tomorrow?”

“We will have to see. But first night night.”

“Night night.”

She gave him one more smile watching as his eyes closed, pulling his blanket closer. When she knew it was clear to leave, she gently closed the door behind her and escaped to the living room to watch a rerun of The Mary Tyler Moore Show.

Midway through the episode, she paused the taping and through back onto what Tony asked her earlier. She looked down at her lap, playing with the throw pillow in hand and sighed deeply. She knew why he asked that question, with his parents getting busier as the day goes by, especially at such a young age, it makes sense Tony would wonder if the adults in his life still love him.

And she meant what she said earlier, this unconditional love she has for her nephew is true. She adores that tiny little troublemaker, even if she sometimes drives him nuts, it’s one of the reasons she cares for him. He’ll keep on learning , as time slips through her fingers watching him grow up.

She knew she will be always try to be there for him, even if she’s in a different city, she’s only one call away.

And she was right.

Tony’s auntie JJ is there for him every time she can be. The smallest moments and his biggest. His graduations, his first true inventions, taking him out for ice cream, reading him bedtime stories, making him bacon on his birthday, the two of them sneaking off to watch movies late at time and the list goes on.

Hell, if she’s in the same room and near by, JJ is there to poke and pinch Tony when he says something he isn’t supposed to. Which results in him yelling a small, “Ow!” As she’ll give a smile in return or a certain look to tell him to quit it.

There are moments that his aunt JJ would have a date pick him and Tony would try to question his intentions with his aunt. Little did she know her godchild Rei would be the same way in the future. Every single one of her dates biggest haters.

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—Likes:

Mysteries, romance and detective novels

Waking up late

Coffee (of course!)

Classic movies from the golden era & sitcoms

Vintage fashion and style

Baking

Jewelry

Design

Painting & Drawing

Donuts

The sun setting

—Dislikes:

Narrow-mindedness

Cold coffee

Being underestimated or misjudged

Chaos in the house

Being underdressed or overdressed for an event

Sitting still for too long

Big Crowds

Closed spaces

Horror movies (however she enjoyed CW’s Supernatural)

Hiking

Fast rides

—Languages:

- Fluent in Spanish and English.

- Russian and Italian

- And some French

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—Additional information:

- Jennie has a couple of scars, some small and some are a little big

- She tends to wear reading glasses or sunglasses at a lot

- You can sometimes find her on the couch wearing her earbuds listening to her favorite songs or binge watching a series on her IPAD

- As said before she likes jewlery, so in result you can find her wearing rings, earrings and sometimes necklaces. Such as her charm bracelet she got as a gift back in the 80s from a old friend

- She has traveled a lot over the years, sometimes she been a place more than once or even lived there. As well, as she met a couple of likely faces too

- Due to trying to keep up her energy and stamina levels, when it came to changing her appearance Jennie always tried to have a little fun. Such as dying her hair different a color, giving herself a new haircut, buying statement pieces that seemed timeless and testing out makeup to make her blend in with the crowd

- When it comes to makeup, she tries to keep it rather simple (she used to wear a lot of over the years but it resulted in some acne)

- When she’s under stress or filled in anxiety while in public spaces, she tends to play with her nails, add pressure to her inner palm, rubbing her wrist, wipes her sweaty palms on her jeans and etc

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—That’s all folks! I wanted to add more detail about her but then it would’ve been wayyyy too long of a ride 😅

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OC Bio: Percy Jackson and the Olympians

Name: Sotiria

Name Meaning: Sotiria: “Sotirios (Greek: Σωτήριος) or Sotiris (Σωτήρης) is a male given name of Greek origin, meaning "salvation" (σωτηρία, σωτήριος). Sotiria (Σωτηρία) is the female version of the name.”

Nickname(s): Soso, Tia, Tiria, Water Witch

Alias(es): Demigoddess of the Sea, Daughter of Poseidon, Daughter of Medusa

Occupation: Demigoddess, Camp Member

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Gender: Female

Sexuality:

Age/Birthday: 16 (physically), ~2300 (chronologically)

Height: 5’5”

Hair Color/Type/Length: Dark Brown/Curly/Upper Back

Eye Color: Green (Blue)

Body Markings:

Family: Medusa (Mother), Poseidon (Father), Percy Jackson (Half-Brother), Zeus (Uncle), Hades (Uncle), Stheno (Aunt), Euryale (Aunt), several other half-siblings

Love Interest(s):

Birthplace: Ancient Greece

Languages: Ancient Greek, English (eventually)

Skills/Powers: Battle skills, Hydrokinesis, Healing, various water-related abilities, temporary petrification

Likes:

Dislikes: her dad, her mom

Catchphrase: “I don’t care about my dad.”

Backstory: (TW: SA) After Poseidon had taken advantage of Medusa, one of Athena’s priestesses, within Athena’s sacred temple. Athena had cursed Medusa with hair of snakes and ruined her beauty. Unbeknownst to Athena, Medusa was pregnant with Poseidon’s child from this encounter. Some months later, a gorgeous baby girl was born, untouched by Athena’s curse.

Sotiria was raised by Medusa, but felt no love from her. Her mother despised her because of her father, but there were times she truly cared for her. She was typically cold and distant, which Sotiria noticed.

On the other hand, Poseidon loved her. Unfortunately, Sotiria did not feel the same. He bestowed great power upon her and she took it without thanks. But he was still the man who hurt her mother and created this unfulfilling life for her. He was always amazed by her beauty and resemblance to Medusa, which was another reason her mother grew more bitter towards her. Sotiria consistently rejected her father’s efforts to join him and rule the sea.

After some years, Sotiria still demonstrated her strong abilities from the sea god and growing beauty as she matured, and Medusa grew more jealous and resentful of her daughter. Although she had some motherly love for her, she couldn’t bare to see her daughter live a prosperous life, even if she was miserable lacking the love she ought to receive.

Medusa told her daughter how beautiful she was one day and once Sotiria gently smiled at thanked her, Medusa looked her in the eyes and turned her to stone. Sotiria was frozen in a beautiful pose, standing tall with a soft smile and books held in one arm, curly hair cascading down past her shoulders.

The Gorgon took great care of her daughter’s stone statue, keeping it with her for years to come until she opened Auntie Em’s Garden Emporium. Sotiria stood front and center, surrounded by a pool of water and holding fresh flowers where her books would have been. Years went by and fate caused Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase, and Grover Underwood to visit.

Percy was oddly drawn to this statue, but shook the feeling as he went to search for the pearls that would aid his escape from the Underworld. It was a shock to the three when they realized Medusa was the owner of this garden shop, but Percy beheaded her with the help of his friends and they finally had a moment to think. It was then that Annabeth realized who this statue depicted—or rather, who it was.

Percy was shocked to learn he was looking at his long lost sister and as he approached the pool of water with coins that had sunk to the bottom. His hands waded in the water as he processed this information, not noticing the water rising up the stone dress and turning it back to its soft texture. As the water kept rising, Sotiria was revived and took a breath as the rest of her body was returned to its natural form. The three stood in awe as she took in her surroundings and began shouting in Greek, and while Annabeth began to explain in Greek, Sotiria was hit with a wave of power that granted her knowledge of their language and strength from her powers.

Grover helped her down as she grasped the reality that she had been turned to stone by her mother, missed the past 23 centuries, she had a half-brother standing in front of her, and he’d just killed Medusa. He explained to her that he was just as resentful towards their father and he expressed that he was sorry for her troubling situation. Sotiria decided she owed him a debt for saving her from her stone cage and would join him on their mission if they were okay with it. Annabeth was hesitant at first due to her lineage, but put it aside and agreed to let Sotiria join them. Percy felt less alone with his sister by their side.

Faceclaim: Ryan Whitney

#sotiria the gorgon oc #sotiria the demigod oc #pjo oc #percy jackson oc

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gacmediadaily · 4 months ago

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Great American Media announced today that three additional films have been added to their already impressive Great American Christmas lineup, which includes new talent such as Mario Lopez, Courtney Lopez, Alexa PenaVega, Carlos PenaVega, Julia Reilly, and more.

In their press release, they invite viewers to "Cherish the holidays. Joy is coming. Great American Christmas 2024 will soon be revealed."

Here's a closer look at three more movies coming to Great American Family this Christmas...

Jonathan Stoddard and Brittany Underwood on the set of A Royal Christmas Ballet - source

A Royal Christmas Ballet

Starring: Brittany Underwood (“One Life to Live,” A Royal Christmas Holiday) and Jonathan Stoddard (A Royal Christmas Holiday, Sweet Maple Romance).

Storyline: In A Royal Christmas Ballet, a retired ballerina is pressed into service working with a visiting team of royal ambassadors to put on the season’s performance of “The Nutcracker” and finds herself center stage in an unexpected Christmas romance. Produced by Hybrid Entertainment. Fred Olen Ray directs from his own Original screenplay.

Eric Guilmette and Ash Tsai in A Shelter and Season’s Greetings - source

A Shelter and Season’s Greetings (wt)

Starring: Eric Guilmette (The Black Box) and Ash Tsai (Journey to Christmas)

Storyline: Eric Guilmette (The Black Box) plays Caleb, an Army vet wounded in service who recovers with the help of therapy dogs from a local shelter run by Amber (Ash Tsai, Journey to Christmas). As a sign of gratitude, Caleb volunteers at the shelter, though he notices one wealthy donor has his eye on Amber. Despite the patron’s help, the shelter needs additional funds to stay afloat, so Caleb produces a holiday pet fair to bring community together. As the pair become closer, Caleb confides a desire to repair the relationship with his parents that became strained after his injury. Amber has the perfect plan! Produced by Candlelight Media. Brian Bough directs from an Original screenplay by Brittany Wiscombe.

The Fabric of Christmas - image via Reel One

The Fabric of Christmas (wt)

Starring: Harmon Walsh (Christmas By Candlelight) and Ferelith Young (A Match for the Prince)

Storyline: Harmon Walsh (Liam Sullivan, Christmas By Candlelight), a firefighter, and Ferelith Young (Amy Walker, A Match for the Prince), a quilting teacher, are drawn together to make the perfect quilt for Liam’s sister Lauren’s (Alia Desantis, Saying Yes to Christmas) Christmas wedding. After a rocky start, the pair is forced to put differences aside and decide what is most important this Christmas. Produced by Reel One. Don McBrearty directs from an Original screenplay by Sarah Mayberry.

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I also wanted to note that "The Fabric of Christmas" is one of those movies that can also be seen via streaming sources. Maria, Florence, Jane, and I have written movie reviews, which you can read below. If you'd like to contribute a review, please do so in the comments beneath this post.

Movie Reviews - The Fabric of Christmas:

🎄 Reel One's The Fabric of Christmas is clean and very sweet. (streaming on Xumo). -Maria

🎄 The Fabric of Christmas - This was a surprise - a low budget movie about a fireman and a quilting teacher joining up to make a Christmas quilt for the fireman's sister's wedding. Sounded like a sure-fire recipe for 90 minutes of boredom! But hey, the two leads Kyana Teresa (Amy) and Harmon Walsh (Liam) both previously unknown to me were perfect together with great chemistry.

It was engaging to se Liam try to keep on top of his burgeoning feelings. It started off nicely with friction between Amy and Liam as he had to fail Amy's premises in a fire inspection and there was a side plot of the business threatened with going under.

The movie was full of warmth and humour and the mechanics surrounding the production of the quilt turned out to be fascinating. A little bit different and an unexpected delight - Florence Rating 8.5

🎄 The Fabric of Christmas. Completely agree with Florence - this was a thoroughly enjoyable movie! I was expecting a low-budget movie with typical audio issues and subpar acting, but this turned out to be a pleasant surprise. The acting, writing and directing were well done. (I looked up the director and it turns out he’s been the director on a lot of the bigger-name Hallmark/GAF movies.)

The actors were new to me but I thought they were all good, including side characters. The lead actress, Ferelith Young, was excellent; she was so natural and believable and sincere and warm - I never felt like I was watching someone act. And the lead actor, Harmon Walsh, is a cutie patootie, reminiscent of Kevin McGarry; the chemistry between the two leads felt realistic.

This whole production felt a bit more polished and mature than a lot of the “first-string” movies out there this year (and I appreciated that there was no ridiculous and overblown conflict or big misunderstanding between the couple). The sweet relationship between the brother and sister was a nice bonus.

This one would be a keeper if I had it on my dvr but right now it’s only available via streaming (previously it had been showing on XumoPlay but they took it off and as of January 2nd it’s now playing on the Roku channel – catch this cute movie while you can! Maybe also available on Amazon streaming?). Family friendly. ~~Jane

🎄 The Fabric of Christmas – This movie is like a warm, cuddly blanket… it’s cozy, comfortable, and sweet! And it’s family-friendly, too!

Sparks fly the instant when Liam, a firefighter, and Amy, a quilting teacher, meet. Liam’s sister is getting married and he asks Amy to help him with the task of making a quilt for her wedding present. It’s a traditional wedding gift in their family, and Liam wants to ensure his sister has one on behalf of their deceased mother.

As Liam and Amy work together, it’s plain to see a romance is gently flaring up – as the two are obviously attracted to each other.

Amy is known for working with candles lit around her, which is a terrible fire hazard especially around fabric. I found it to be adorably cute and responsible how Liam would constantly go around blowing them out.

Both characters felt like such real, authentic people. Liam’s the kind of guy who would give you the shirt off his back if you needed it, and as far as being kind and giving is concerned, Amy seems to be cut from the same cloth.

This movie is one of those lighthearted, feel-good movies that leaves you feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. ~Net

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I hope you enjoyed our reviews. If you like, you can read even more reviews for "The Fabric of Christmas" at Amazon - *click here*! 88% of reviewers there gave it 5 stars, and 12% gave it 4.

Please share your thoughts on these movies in comments below.

Have a Merry Day!

Net

#great american family #great american christmas

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hannahhook7744 · 2 years ago

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Lysander Foundling Application;

Name: Lysander Ajax Foundling.

Known Aliases: Lysander Underwood, Lysander Goatmen, Ajax Foundling, Ajax Goatman, Lysander Satyr, and Junior of the Stormbringer.

Nicknames or Other: L.F, Ly, Lys, 'Sander, 'Ander, 'Nder, 'Der, Lysan, Goat boy, The isle's Goatman, Laf, Little Lad, L.A.F, Flute Boy, and Little L.

Date of Birth or Best Guess: 6 years ago. Exact time of year is unknown.

Place of Birth: Isle of the lost.

Favorite Color: Grayish-Green.

Favorite Activity: Playing my fute.

Favorite School Subject: Orchestra/Music.

Father's Name (or alias): Unknown.

Mother's Name (or alias): Unknown.

Father's Profession: One of Chernabog's minions.

Mother's Profession: Unknown.

Who is your favorite of the first wave of VKs? There is no wrong answer.

Hannah Hook 'cause she's my crew. I don't know the others very well.

In your own words, tell us why you want to come to Auradon. There is no wrong answer.

Cause my feet really hurt and Hannah says there's stuff there that can probably help them stop hurting.

Plus the food will probably taste better there and we'll probably have to wait less long for the furry stuff on the food to get satanized.

He means sanitized!

Signature:

Lysander Foundling.

#descendants #disney descendants #melissa de la cruz #descendants aus #disney descendants au #descendants alternate universe #disney descendants aus #disney descendants alternate universe #the marvelous misadventures of hannah hook #disney descendants applications #descendants applications #disney descendants application #etc.

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thevoyageurmoteplass-writing · 2 months ago

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‘Alia?’ Zeph asked softly, not wanting to startle her but also not wanting to remain silent. The hurtful taunts of the demon still rang in his ears, the lies that should have bounced off Alia Underwood because she was one of the best. Because she wore her confidence for all to see even if she never truly realised that was what it was. And yet he’d seen every single barb land, burry itself into her subconscious so there was no chance of anybody easing her thoughts.

‘Not right now, Zephaniah,’ she said softly, not looking up at him; there was a vaguely pleading note behind her voice that threatened to shatter his heart.

‘OK,’ he accepted, despite how it was anything but. He moved to sit in the chair opposite, the movement snapped her attention to him. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, and Zeph forced himself to swallow his sympathy. To piece his heart back together because otherwise he wouldn’t be able to help her.

‘You should go,’ she told him steadily.

For once, Zeph sort of hated the spine of steel she seemed to have. The iron will that always seemed to make it impossible for her to be soft. Vulnerable. He understood it came with the territory, that perhaps he should have called Carolyn, or Freddy, because they would have known how to break through to her. But he, selfishly, wanted to make amends. To claw back the almost they’d had before he’d ruined everything.

‘You shouldn’t be alone.’

Alia scoffed, a vague dismissal behind the sound.

‘I’m serious,’ he offered gently, moving to crouch at the side of her armchair, for once the same height as her. ‘That demon –’

‘Is nothing new,’ she cut him off, yet there was something in her voice. Something that didn’t sit quite right with him.

They remained in a deadlock silence for some time. It might have been mere seconds, but it dragged like an eternity for Zeph.

Eventually, Alia closed her eyes, took a deep breath. ‘I don’t want to talk right now.’

‘Fine,’ Zeph accepted, his voice ever so slightly croaky with relief.

As she opened her eyes, a stray tear rolled down her cheek. Zeph forced himself not to wipe it away, kept his hands carefully on the arm of the chair for balance.

‘Thank you,’ she whispered, wiping the tear herself before curling into the armchair.

‘Don’t mention it,’ he assured her softly, deciding to stay where he was rather than moving somewhere more comfortable. He’d be there if she wanted him, close for as long as she was prepared to have him there for.

#ocappreciation #Drabble #Magical Entrepreneur Story #Alia Underwood #Zephaniah Stagg #Zeph Stagg

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thevoyageurmoteplass-edits · 4 months ago

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Random Dialogue Prompts for Magical Entrepreneur Story

Gif One- Carolyn: What do you want me to say, Zeph? That it's fine.

Gif Two- Alia: It's gonne be all night. / Marty: OK.

Gif Three- Justin: How could you?

Gif Four- Madame L: What have you two done?

Gif Five- Alia: This is insane.

Gif Six- Marty: You're blind to it, Alia. / Alia: I thought you knew me better.

Gif Seven- Marty: I should wrap these. / Carolyn: Oh my god, Bath. / Marty: See ya.

A/N: I'll probably write drabbles for these at some point.

#ocappreciation #Made By Me #Dialogue Prompts #Magical Entrepreneur Story #Carolyn Grainger #Alia Underwood #Martin Carter #Justin Moreaux #Madame Lebedev #Marty Carter #Madame L

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accustiv-archived · 2 years ago

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[The Sovereign]

Beaumont “Beau” Carnegie - real name, BURNED (by casper reid; known to US law enforcement)

Jasper Qian - BURNED (by lucian underwood; known to interpol)

Francis Vale - BURNED (by lucian underwood; known to interpol)

Damien Hwang - BURNED (by lucian underwood)

James Armstrong - UNUSABLE (ids created by same forger as jasper & francis)

Lewis Yang - name on new york, san diego and boston apartments

Robert Lee - name on two storage units & a swiss bank account

Park Dae-Hwan - used mainly in korea

Tyler Choi - runaway verse (closed) alias.

#STUDY .#man has burned through so many names smh #call him literally anything at this point and he'll answer #this is stupid and should probably be on my side log BUT I DONT CARE

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Leaning against the wall, Freddy watched as Eden managed to coax a smile across Alia’s lips as she tipped another bag of treats into a bowl. It was shocking to him that Alia was even allowing the girl to throw them a joint party, let alone that she was helping set the little buffet up, but he was proud of her for the steps she was taking towards becoming one of the little family she now realised she had. He knew it was sentimental, and that if she heard him talking like that she’d threaten to curse him, but he couldn’t help it. It was the truth.

Justin rested a hand on her back as he moved passed, holding another bowl way above his head, as if trying to protect anyone else from head-butting it. She stiffened slightly, but didn’t move away. Another little thing that to anyone else wouldn’t have been a massive show of trust, but from Alia it was extraordinary.

‘Why is it,’ came Cami’s low voice, startling Freddy’s attention away from his best friend and towards the tall blonde, ‘whenever food’s involved you Brits are all super cautious around short stuff?’ As if to affirm her point she nodded to the others. Justin was frowning at the back of a wrapper, body angled slightly away from Alia as a precaution they all knew was a step too far and yet it was a stereotypical attempt to shield her that everyone seemed to do in the beginning.

‘Nut allergy,’ Freddy said, his chest tightening. He could still remember Alia telling him, her voice slightly strained, exhaustion obvious on her face as she picked at the hospital bed blanket. Even after she’d gone into anaphylactic shock, even after the hospital had told them both she was fine and her mum was on her way, she still sounded like it was little more than an annoyance instead of something possibly life-threatening.

‘Bad enough that she can’t look at the things?’ Cami asked, a slightly softer edge to her voice this time. Even if there was still that undertone of incredulity.

Despite everything, Freddy scoffed ever so slightly. ‘Only if she ingests anything nutty.’

The little café was one of Freddy’s favourites. It was just out of the way enough that he got left alone, but known enough in smaller circles that there were always people around; always noise that he craved to be surrounded by. The gentle din of background noise that reminded him they weren’t alone, that there were other lives going on around them that didn’t care about the school crest emblazoned on their blazers; that didn’t care his parents’ arguments were splashed across the headlines as political debates.

He eased himself into the seat opposite Alia, tucking his wallet in his inside pocket. She’d already ordered her own drink while he’d been talking to the barista sorting out the cakes. He’d known better than to offer to pay for hers. Two years of vague friendship and he knew she’d probably skin him alive for that.

Two years, and she’d finally found it in herself to come beyond the school library – or occasionally the detention room – in his company.

‘Why the change of heart?’ he asked, deciding the bluntness of the question was exactly the kind of thing she’d appreciate. He leant forwards on the table, watching the smile ghost across her lips. ‘Or did you just come to your senses and fall for my incredible good looks?’

Alia leant forwards, her gaze unwaveringly meeting his. ‘You wish,’ she countered.

Freddy scoffed, allowing himself to fall back against his seat. ‘I’m serious though,’ he said, drumming his fingers against the table. ‘Not complaining, just curious.’

A mumbled reply, but Freddy thought he heard mention of Carolyn and felt the smile growing on his lips once more. Before he could press the advantage, their orders were brought over. He thanked their server, Riley, with a smile before turning back to Alia as she put her clean spoon on her napkin.

‘Do you know everyone?’ she asked, a smirk pulling at her lips as she swiped a finger in the cream at the top of her drink.

‘Comes with being the most charming person in any room.’

She rolled her eyes before licking the cream off her finger. Her brow furrowed ever so slightly. She cocked her head a little to the side.

‘You all right?’ Freddy asked after a moment, his own drink partway to his lips.

‘Yeah,’ she said slowly, turning her attention to her brownie. She pulled a piece free and inspected it, her free hand absently rubbing her forearm. ‘I just… I’m not sure this is my order.’ The doubt pinching her brow only deepened as she dropped the brownie onto the tray.

‘Alia?’ Freddy put his cup back on the table as she scrambled for her bag. He could see the panic in her movements, thought her breathing was slightly irregular. But she wasn’t paying him any attention, her focus solely on looking for something. He could hear her mumbling something, but couldn’t pick out any words.

‘Crap,’ she cursed, her bag slipping from her fingers and onto the floor. She was beside it in an instant, heaving things out and dropping them. A few people were now looking towards them, but Freddy was around her side of the table in an instant, his heart in his throat.

‘Alia, what’s happening?’

‘I can’t find my EpiPen,’ she wheezed, eyes wide as she glanced to him. He could see the fear in her unfocused eyes.

‘EpiPen?’ he echoed, wanting to help the search but not wanting to take his eyes off her either.

‘Freddy, what’s your friend’s name?’ Riley’s voice was sharp, her hand resting between Alia’s shoulder blades.

‘A – Alia,’ he said, his thoughts a blur. What had brought this on? How did he not know that she needed an EpiPen?

‘Alia?’ Riley said softly, easing her around so her back was to the table leg. ‘Do you have your EpiPen?’

Alia shook her head, but the motion seemed to drain her energy.

‘Freddy,’ Riley said, voice sharper than he’d been expected, ‘ambulance, now.’

‘Ambulance?’ He felt like a small child thrust into the world of adults.

It had all felt like something of a dream, as though he’d been watching the day through a screen. As the ambulance arrived, as they administered the adrenaline. He remembered watching as they kept her under observation. He could still remember Carolyn finding him that evening in the skate park. He’d been on top of the ramp, arm tucked under his head as he watched the stars, trying not to envision the headlines that his parents would complain about. How he’d frozen. How he hadn’t been the hero that would bolster their images.

Cami’s hand gently on his lower arm snapped Freddy from the memory. He blinked towards her, the small frown dancing on her lips made him wonder how long he’d been silent for.

Freddy grinned at her, tried to shake off the sombre mood that had settled over him. He patted his pocket. ‘She’s got an EpiPen; I’ve got one. Wouldn’t be surprised if Justin didn’t have one somewhere, or is going to soon.’

‘I’m not carrying one,’ Cami said, but Freddy was glad to see a little of the concern subside behind her eyes. She glanced back towards the others, and Freddy thought her attention skimmed the table, checking that there were no obvious nuts in sight. He felt a small smile curling his lips, glad there was another person looking out for Alia.

#Repost #Made By Me #Drabble #Constantine OCs #Collaborative OCs #The Mystery of St. Michael's #Fred Ashcroft #Alia Underwood #Riley Thompson #Freddy Ashcroft #Crossover #Crossover With fiercefray

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