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Kayleigh Fischer

Scion of Poseidon


Birth Name: Kayleigh Fischer

Nick Names: K.L.

Aliases: None

Calling: Competitive Surfer

Known Relatives: Johanna Bailey (Mother), Jerry Bailey (Stepfather)

Nature: Competitor

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Ethnic Background: Caucasian

Nationality: American

Height: 5’ 5”

Weight: 138lbs

Eye Color: Blue-Green

Hair Color: Blonde

Handedness: Right

Distinguishing Marks: Various aquatic tattoos.

Appearance: Kayleigh isn’t the strongest, fastest, or the most physically imposing Scion; at just shy of five and a half feet tall, with sun-lightened hair, and sparkling turquoise eyes, she hardly looks the part of “divine warrior in the making.” She is, however, visibly athletic, with the lean muscle mass of a competitor geared for stamina and agility. Although her recent move to the northeast has necessitated some major alterations to her wardrobe, she still favors bright, summery colors and casual, comfortable attire. Unlike most young women her age, shoes are the bane of her existence, and she wears them only when absolutely necessary. A handful of tattoos, all with an aquatic or tropical theme, have been indelibly inked into her skin.

Personality: At heart, Kayleigh is a California girl. She loves the sun, the sand, and the waves, and she is a relaxed, free-spirited soul who rarely fails to find the silver lining in any cloud. Even being forced to move to Boston hasn’t dimmed her “surfer girl” spirit, or her competitive streak, and little issues like “underage drinking” and “getting a real job” never seem to cross her mind, no matter how often her mother and stepfather try to remind her.

Interests: Surfing, swimming, running, napping, building a better board, competing, self-improvement, and generally doing her best to live island-style and in harmony with nature- even in the decidedly frosty New England climate.


Click to reveal.. (Dear god, it burns!)
Two decades ago, a young Johanna Fischer, working on a nursing degree, entered into a whirlwind romance with an up-and-coming young naval officer stationed in San Diego. They spent hours on the beach, laughing and lazing in the sand, until, after a few months of sunny days and passion-filled nights, he informed her regretfully that it was time for him to ship out. She understood, of course, and due to the classified nature of nuclear submarines, she didn’t expect to hear from him until he was ashore again. That day never came. She never knew which boat he was on; it simply hadn’t occurred to her, during their feverish courtship, to ask. Six weeks after he left, however, she discovered that he’d left her a souvenir, of sorts, of their time together: she was pregnant.

No matter how much she resented her lover’s abandonment, it took Johanna almost twenty years to finally smother all hope that he might return. In the meantime, Kayleigh grew up in San Diego, forever playing along the beaches where her parents had met. To her mother’s eternal dismay, she was swimming almost before she could walk, and the toddler quickly became a mascot of sorts to the local surfers who would paddle out with her and let her coast in with them on days when the sea was calmer, and swells were small. It was as if something in the ocean recognized her, welcomed her, and her mother never quite forgave the girl’s absent father (and, on some level, Kayleigh herself) for this intangible bond, this reminder of something loved dearly and lost.

While Kayleigh was busy growing up, and learning some of life’s earliest lessons, like “Don’t pee in the pool,” Johanna was playing single-mom to an increasingly unfamiliar child. It couldn’t be helped, really; she’d gotten a position at Scripps Mercy Hospital, and there were nights when all she could do was grab a couple of hours of sleep in an office before being jerked awake by the shrill beeping of her pager. It left her feeling exhausted, short-tempered, and, more often than not, like a parent who’d failed before she’d even really had a chance to begin. It was something of a blessing that she’d met Mike, even if the relationship angle hadn’t quite worked; daycare was expensive, after all, and the middle-aged tattooist and long-time Parrothead never seemed to mind having a chubby little blonde girl toddling along after him.

(The occasional casual hook-up with her long-legged mother didn’t hurt, either, as far as he was concerned.)

By the time Kayleigh was enrolled in elementary school, she’d already become thoroughly integrated into the SoCal lifestyle. Seeing elaborate tattoos and piercings didn’t bother her in the slightest, shoes were a hated enemy, and wearing anything but a bathing suit was a chore. The only “church” she knew was vaulted by the summer sky, and instead of gaining a love for French fries and mac-and-cheese, she learned to crave fresh fish, ripe fruit, and, of all things, “Uncle” Mike’s famous salsa. On the days her mother was home, when asked if she wanted to watch television, Kayleigh’s typical response was, “Why? Is it supposed to rain?”

The girl was anything but sedentary, and remained implausibly active throughout her school years. She volunteered for beach clean-ups, helped at fundraising car washes, joined the school volleyball team, and still usually managed to pull down a solid B average in all her classes. She wasn’t the most dedicated student, of course, especially in high school; long-term projects were difficult once her initial enthusiasm wore off. Once she figured out that some of the less-coordinated brainiacs would eagerly offer tutoring in exchange for surfing lessons (ostensibly owing to the amount of time she’d be in a swimsuit), getting decent grades was easy. She got her homework done, and still managed to spend a good portion of her time on the beach. They got up-close and personal with a cute, hardbodied little blonde in a bikini, and unintentionally got some exercise and time away from academia. It was a win-win arrangement.

She was 17, and no closer to her mother (who was now the nursing supervisor at Scripps Mercy) than she’d been before, when she decided to enter a local youth surfing competition. It was a minor act of rebellion, of course; Johanna wanted her to really buckle down and focus on schoolwork before college, and start acting like a young adult getting ready to enter the grown-up world. It was hard for her to accept that she’d become a secondary figure in her daughter’s life, despite her efforts to strengthen their relationship with shopping trips, movies, dinners, and similar bonding activities, and for neither the first nor the last time, she cursed her ex-lover’s name as Kayleigh presented the parental consent form for her to sign.

After two hours of crying, shouting, arguing, and more crying, Johanna finally surrendered.

The day of the competition, two weeks later, was gorgeous. The sun was bright, the breeze was cool, and the waves were absolutely perfect. This, Kayleigh was sure, was her destiny. Unfortunately, she was completely unprepared for abstract concepts like “points,” and it hadn’t really sunk in, until she watched the other competitors, that some people took surfing very seriously. To her credit, she didn’t slink away. She paddled out, caught her assigned wave, and rode it back in with the effortless poise of someone who’d been doing it all her life. The expression of absolute contentment on her face was unmistakable, and for a brief moment, it seemed that she, the board, and the wave were a single entity. It was a great ride, but she knew when she was finished that it wasn’t exactly what the judges were looking for. “You have a lot of potential,” one of them told her, “but if you really want to compete, you’ve got to learn to separate this,” he gestured at all the other entrants, “from casual surfing. You can do both. Just not at the same time.”

When she got home that evening, her mother was waiting. Kayleigh’s forced smile and too-bright eyes were all Johanna needed to see. Before either of them realized it, mother and daughter were standing in the living room, hugging each other tightly as they cried. It was as if a dam had been broken, and everything came pouring out all at once. As therapeutic as it was, a weeping binge could not miraculously solve their problems. What it did accomplish was re-opening the tenuous lines of communication that had been all but lost between them.

Kayleigh took the judge’s advice to heart, and began training in earnest. During the summer, she spent every free moment talking to everyone she could find who knew anything about the adrenaline-charged world of competitive surfing. She asked for critiques, tips, tricks, and even paid for lessons with house-cleaning, dog walking, and board maintenance. She got a job at a local surf shop, just down the boardwalk from Mike’s tattoo parlor, and spent long nights there studying every aspect of molding and shaping surfboards, from long wooden Mals to sleek fiberglass thrusters. She already knew all about surf culture, but she needed to know every aspect of the sport, inside and out. Next time, she vowed, she’d be ready.

She got her chance the following summer. At 18, she didn’t qualify for the youth brackets anymore. She’d be up against men and women who’d been competing for years, and completely outclassed her in terms of experience, but she didn’t care. Against Johanna’s wishes, she signed up, and waited breathlessly for the day of the competition to arrive.

There was a curious sense of déjà vu as she waited on the beach, listening to the judges as the first few heats were finished. It was a picture-perfect summer day, and conditions were flawlessly ideal. When her name was called, she forced down the lump of doubt that tightened her chest and paddled out into the swells.

Her wave was of moderate size, and she quickly ran through everything she’d absorbed over the past year. As soon as the felt the water rising under her, she angled her board back toward shore and easily rose into a crouch. Everything was going perfectly, and a surge of elation rushed through her as the wave grew.

It continued to grow, and instead of breaking, it only seemed to get bigger. A quick glance upward revealed the crest high above, and for the first time while on the water, Kayleigh was worried. Sure, she’d wiped out before, and it wasn’t always pretty, but this was quickly turning into more than she’d bargained for, and the nervous movements of people gathered on the beach confirmed her fears. The sunlight overhead was tinged faintly green as the water curled several feet over her head, and then descended downward. For a moment, it seemed as if the world had shrunk to a small room of turquoise glass, and then it shattered, battering her down into the sea.

Stunned, Kayleigh held her breath and tried to get her bearings, searching for the surface as her board jerked at the leash on her ankle, but the harder she swam, the more insistent the pull of the current became. Her arms and legs ached, her lungs burned, and the last thing she saw before shimmering green faded to hazy black was a woman’s face, while the last thing she felt was a cool hand clasping hers. Her only thought in that final moment was that it looked nothing like her mother.

When she awoke, groggy and rather surprised to be waking at all, she found herself lying on a leather couch in a wood-paneled office. Maps of unfamiliar coastlines hung on the walls, and behind a large desk sat a uniformed man of indeterminate age. His white hair and beard were neatly trimmed, and bright blue eyes watched her attentively. When she sat up, his weathered face broke into a smile.

“Ah, good. You’re awake. Kayleigh, isn’t it?” When she nodded, too busy coughing up seawater to respond, he continued. “Hm. You know, I tried to have your mother persuaded to name you Marina.”

“Marina Fischer?” the young girl replied dubiously. “Do you know how corny that sounds? And, who are you, anyway?”

The older man’s brow furrowed and he waved a calloused hand. “I thought it was rather clever, myself.”

“As for your second question, my girl,” he intoned as he rose from his chair, the crisp Naval officer’s uniform and wire-rimmed glasses melting away to reveal a figure she’d seen often in sea-related murals along the boardwalk.

“I am your father.”

They spoke for what seemed like hours, and he bore her initial outraged reaction with remarkable stoicism. The barrage of questions and accusations she hurled at him never fazed him in the slightest, and only once, when she insinuated angrily that she and her mother had meant nothing to him, did his own temper flare.

The second time she awoke, she had no further insults, but a good deal of tears. It explained so much about her life, and her mother’s, and the poor girl was so lost in the chaotic tides of emotion and memory that she forgot completely about the competition. They sat, and talked, and the Earth-Shaker described to his half-mortal daughter the peril that the worlds now faced, and her role in opposing that threat.

He granted her two gifts, in addition to the awakening of his divine essence in her blood, before sending on her way. As they parted, she paused. “I have to know. Why the huge wave? Why not just, you know, pick up a phone?”

“I wanted to make sure I had your attention.”

The world swam before her eyes, and she felt herself being propelled toward the light, filtered green and blue through the sea around her. As she broke the surface, gasping, the people on-shore cheered in relief, and she thrust a hand upward in a wave. Grinning from ear-to-ear, she swam back to the beach and patiently tolerated the attentions of the EMTs.

She’d never been so excited about losing in her life.

Since then, life has been slightly strange for Kayleigh and her mother, but by and large, it’s still been good. Not long after the competition, Johanna met an advertising executive named Jerry Bailey, and the two seemed a perfect fit. He was intelligent, financially secure, even of temperament, and, above all, stable. They were married in a quiet civil ceremony at the courthouse, and only a few months later, Jerry received a promotion that required him to transfer to the other side of the country.

Now living in Boston, Kayleigh is busy trying to find her place in such a radically different environment, and make sense of the legacy left to her by her divine father. She recently moved out of her family's home in the city, and into a small house not far from Carson Beach. Her housemates, Cassie and Jason, get a huge kick out of her attitude and personality, and glued an iconic hula girl to the handlebars of her bike as a welcome present/prank; that act seems to have set the tone for their relationship.

Pantheon: Dodekatheon

Patron: Poseidon

Virtues: Expression ●●, Intellect ●●, Valor ●●●, Vengeance ●●

Physical: Strength ●●●, Dexterity ●●●●, Stamina ●●●●

Epic-Physical: Strength ●, Dexterity ●, Stamina ●

Knacks: Crushing Grip, Cat's Grace, Self-Healing

Mental: Perception ●●●, Intelligence ●●, Wits ●●●●

Epic-Mental: Perception ●, Wits ●

Knacks: Subliminal Warning, Meditative Focus

Social: Charisma ●●●, Manipulation●●●, Appearance ●●●

Epic-Social: Charisma ●, Manipulation ●

Knacks: Never Say Die, Gods' Honest

Abilities: Academics ●●, Animal Ken, Art, Athletics ●●●●, Awareness ●●●, Brawl ●●, Command, Control (Surfboard) ●●●●, Craft (Surfboards) ●●●, Empathy ●●, Fortitude ●●●, Integrity ●●, Investigation, Larceny, Marksmanship, Medicine, Melee ●●, Occult, Politics, Presence ●●, Science, Stealth ●●, Survival, Thrown ●●

Birthrights: (3/5pts Remaining)

Relic: ●, "Shark-Tooth" Necklace (Grants access to Water Purview). On a double length of fine gold chain dotted with tiny pearls, a jagged, brownish tooth hangs suspended. Although it resembles an especially nice version of the typical surfer accessory, it is, in fact, a discarded fang of the ancient sea-monster, Scylla.

Relic: ●, Tahitian pearl ring (Grants access to Earth Purview.) This ring is made of pale gold, shaped into the likeness of an octopus with tiny diamonds for eyes, and set with a large, dark pearl that shimmers with green and blue iridescence.


Purview: Water ● (Water Breathing)

Purview: Earth ● (Safely Interred)

Pantheon-Specific Purview: Arete ● (Integrity)

Join Battle 7 [1]


Unarmed, Clinch: Acc 6 [1]/Dam 4B/4L [1]/Spd 6, Tag: P

Unarmed, Heavy: Acc 5 [1]/Dam 7B [1]/PDV 2/Spd 5

Unarmed, Light: Acc 7 [1]/Dam 4B [1]/PDV 4/Spd 4






Health Levels:0, 0, 0, -1, -1, -3, Inc

Dodge DV: 6

Willpower: ●●●●●●

Legend: ● ●

Legend Points: 4/4

Misc. Equipment: Mongoose mountain/pavement bike, bikini, neoprene wetsuit, longboard, shortboard, fake ID


Story/Purchase          Exp Change / Current Exp / Exp Total
June 2009                    +9    /      9      /     9

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