Vixen's Ladies and not so many gents!

Name: Cerise Bellemont
Age/Birthday: 17/November 10th
Gender: Female
Orientation: Straight
God Parent: Aphrodite
Claimed: Yes
Mortal Family: Anderson Bellemont (father), Connor Bellemont (twin brother)
Years in Camp: Just arriving
Brief History: Cerise grew up most of her life being told her mother walked out on her dad when she was a baby. No one ever told her why, what was the cause, or who she even was. But, she believed it better that way honestly, because any woman who could leave her daddy like that, was no good in her book anyhow. Her brother and herself found ways to cope with not having a mother in the best ways possible, running around their daddy's orchard like hooligans getting into as much trouble as they could. Now that they're older, and Cerise has filled out, she and Connor spend most of their time beating back suitors from each other and STILL acting like hooligans.
Physical Appearance: 5'4 inches and packing a good 190 pounds or so (she doesn't bother weighing herself) Cerise is a big bombshell and she isn't afraid to flaunt it. Although being bigger, she has a sass about her that makes her seem more than beautiful despite not fitting the usual definition. With big blue eyes, pouty red lips and a headful of curly, honey colored hair, Cerise is ready to take on just about anything with a hip sway and a smirk.
Personality: Cerise grew up roughing life without having a maternal figure and a busy father. Her only real friend for a long time was her twin. As they grew, she grew haughty, sassy and spunky. Taking no one's crap, and ready for anything, she can snap out retorts like a whip. She has a problem with flirting without realizing, and easily falling in love. She has a thing for guys who work on cars/bikes.
Fatal Flaw: She falls in love to easily
Pets: A fluffy white Persian cat name Cotton.
Talents: Along with being quite snappy with come-backs, the southern girl has amazing aim, brilliancy with a bow, and has the nice little ability to charm her enemies if their weak enough to fall for it. I'd also avoid those hips if she swings them your way.
Weapons: Bow and arrows
Year-Round or Summer: Undecided.
Other:

Name: Brianna Whyte
Age/Birthday: 15/August 1st
Gender: Female
Orientation: Love is for everyone!
God Parent: Dionysus
Claimed: Yes
Mortal Family: Abigail Whyte: A loving, though a little ditzy, woman with a big heart. She's Brianna's mother.
Richard Williamson: A military man, though kind. Though he isn't her real father, Richard raises her as if she were his own.
Brandon Williamson: Athough kind of a buttface in Bri's opinion, he's not the worst brother to get out of a marriage. Though he does litter...
Years in Camp: 1
Brief History: Brianna's had a pretty normal, happy life so far, living with a flighty mother, a serious stepfather and a stepbrother who she all loves dearly. She grew up in a small town in the fieldy, farmy parts of California, her mother having inherited her family's vineyard. Although she's never actually met her father, her mother spoke of him fondly, saying they couldn't be together because he had been married. The two would always giggle like schoolgirls at this part of her story of her conception. Her stepfather, though very serious and militaristic, loves her flighty mother and herself very much, and doesn't seem to mind that they're both rather useless when it comes to the business part of their wine production.

She was 14 when her mom decided it was time for her to meet other children like herself. While her brother went to military camp, Bri went to Camp-Half Blood, and met her father for the first time. Maybe it was the real test of her flighty-ness, but she adores him.
Physical Appearance: Brianna is quite pretty, though very strange. Her hair is long, and the color of caramel, usually weaved with ribbons and beads. Her eyes are large and bright indigo, always looking excited or surprised. Tanned and freckled, it's likely she's spent most of her life laying around in the sun, because she's covered in the freckles. She's often wearing peasant skirts and strange accessories with her camp half-blood teeshirt.
Personality: Brianna is a flighty creature, unable to focus on one or two things at a time, and rarely keeps a schedule. It's more often to see her lying around, napping in the sun, or playing with Nymphs and satyrs then doing any actual training, but don't let that fool you. She's acrobatic and fast on her feet, able to compete with even the fastest satyrs in the camp. Although she believes in non-violence, she's known to carry a dagger on her person, just in case.
Fatal Flaw: Non-violent in nature, it's hard for her to force herself into any kind of fight, even with a monster.
Pets: A toad name Timothy
Talents: Swift speed, the ability to use grapevines (if she can focus long enough to), and adoring everyone she meets.
Weapons: A dagger
Year-Round or Summer: Summer
Other:

Name: Helena Maria Robertson
Age/Birthday: 16/ August 13th
Gender: Female
Orientation: Straight
God Parent: Eros
Claimed: Yes
Mortal Family: Helena never knew her true mother. The woman who had birthed her, was angry, and resentful because of Eros not being able to stay. She left her at the hospital and left, without a word. The young girl was in and out of foster care, and only recently found a family that adopted her. Albert and Marissa Robertson are currently trying to help her heal as her new parents.
Years in Camp: 1
Brief History: Helena. The nurses had named her that when they realized her mother was never coming back for her. One had loved the old myths and stories. "She's going to be beautiful. I bet she'll cause the end of cities, like Helen of Troy." Born a pretty, blond haired, chubby cheeked baby, it was easy to believe so. And she did. And it didn't take long for her to go into foster care.

Now, her story isn't on of simple irritating foster parents. They weren't in it for the money. No. It was much worse. Helena grew to an age of eight, a beautiful child with curly blond hair and the deepest blue eyes you could find on a child. It wasn't long before a man and woman came to foster her, take her home. She was ecstatic! A family of her own! They might even adopt her! But it wasn't what she dreamed. The first months were normal. But the husband would drink. There would be shouting. And the woman would scream. Then he would come to her room. Tell her if she was a good girl and didn't scream, he'd buy her new things. And he'd love her.

That's when it all started.

By the time she turned 14, she'd been switched out of several houses, and though not all were as bad as the first, but the molestation stuck with her. But she started high school, and the new feelings started. She craved love. Something she'd never had in her life, but she needed it. Increadibly beautiful, and with a smile as bright as the sun, it wasn't surprising that a senior noticed her. The head quarterback too! She was smitten at once, and did everything he wanted.

He took her to parties, pressured her to drink often. It was a long, downward spiral as she was shoved deeper into the party life by this boy. But he swore he loved her, promised her everything. So she followed. But one night, when he lead her up to a room, he tried to talk her into sex. Flashes of the bad things that had happened to her stained her mind. She refused him for the first time. The boy laughed it off, giving her another beer. Helena drank it, wanting to appease him. She'd never realized what he was doing until it's too late.

He had drugged and he and his friends raped her.

The next day at school, it was all over that she had willingly had sex with several guys. People were laughing, calling her names. She would have taken her life if it weren't for one dark skinned girl, crippled in a wheelchair, taking the blade from her before she could try. She told her where she belongs, and took here there.

When she found out who her father was, she cursed him, and love. It was the fault of her undying need for it that this happened. She chopped of her golden hair, dyed it black, wore red contacts over her prefect blue eyes. Helena, gave up on all things love.
Physical Appearance: 5'6" and slim, Helena used to be tan, curly blond haired with big blue eyes. But that changed the day she came to camp. Her hair is now short, spikey and black. Her eyes are gleaming red from contacts. Her skin pale from powder. She wears mainly tank tops and fishnets. She usually has dark, deep circles under her eyes, due to nightmares.
Personality: Because of what happened to her in her past, Helena is dark, glaring and disrusting. She never has anything nice to say, and will usually turn her back on someone completely if she feels like it. She hates men, and refuses to ever fall in love. Only someone with a stronger will might be able to break through her, and heal her ache. She keeps to herself most days, and takes to drawing to calm herself.
Fatal Flaw: Her complete distrust of people and the way she curses her father and love.
Pets:
Talents: She can "Charm" people, though she won't use it unless she has to.
Marksmanship with a bow
Weapons: A simple bow and a bronze dagger
Year-Round or Summer: Depends on how she feels.
Other:

Name: Amatanta Knightly
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Orientation: Straight
Years at Camp: 15
Brief History: Born in the camp forest, helping Heros is the only life she's ever known. Never really feeling like she'd be good enough for the search for Pan, Amaranta settled into a life of finding Heros and bringing them home, as well as helping on quests. Although a bright satyr, she's often in trouble for spying on boy heroes and having an attitude with her elder men satyrs. Growing up, she watch the boy satyrs chasing after nymphs like hounds, and this has always iritated her. Believing she wasn't going to get anywhere with them, she moved on to chasing Heros.
Physical Appearance: Amaranta is a short, slight little satyr, standing at only about 5'3" and weighing about 100 pounds, give or take. She has auburn red hair and fur, her hair is layered and always worn in pigtails. Her skin is tan, without a single blemish. Her face is very pixie-like in shape. Her eyes are a dazzling green.
Personality: Fun loving, giggling and boy crazy, Amaranta's like any normal teenage girl with goat legs. She likes pop star boys and wants nothing more but to fall in love with some handsome hero. She doesn't trust Satyr boys. "All they care about are Nymphs, Nymphs, Nymphs. Hmph!" Ama tends to spend a lot of time on her appearance, painting her hooves, doing her hair. She wants to be as pretty as the Aphrodite girls, and maybe some of the heros would look at her! She likes to dance and play heavy rock on her harp
Main instrument: A harp made from gold.
Playlist: Welcome to the Jungle/Guns N' Roses - Rallies wild animals from the surrounding area to attack hostile enemies.
Talents: Amaranta is good with fancy footwork so long as she's not in her human disguise, a wheelchair. She can speak with animals, and tends to get along well with them. If she has to, she's decent at shooting with a bow.
Weapons: Her golden harp and a wooden bow.
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