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PostSubject: Understand We'll Go Hand In Hand, But We'll Walk Alone In Fear, Tell Me, Where Do We Go From Here...    Mon Sep 03, 2012 1:01 pm

Buffy Summers: The Hardest Thing In This World Is To Live In It. Be Brave. Live.

Hello, Isn't it nice to meet you. I'm Faith Lehane, or too a select few [Pfft. The Whole Site] Vina. My hobby is to make characters. Literally. I love them. I'm also the resident Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel nerd. Ask me any question at all, and I can tell you the answer. Maybe that would explain to you my characters names, my topic's name, and my banner. Also, my Face Claims.
Now please, sit down on the pretty blue bean bag, and relax as we show the slideshow of characters. Eat some popcorn, drink some Coke, put your feet up. The bathroom is down that corridor, and the kitchen that one to your left. The Character's Bedrooms are upstairs, two/three to a floor. Anya and Buffy live on the top floor, and I warn you, they don't really take kindly to visitors who don't ring the doorbell too your right.
I am not held responsible for how my darlings treat you. They do love pranks, and Skyla especially loves messing with people. Any personal possessions should be left in my office's safe, so as not to be lost.
The elevator recently broke down, and I have taken the liberty to install a pretty roller-coaster car through-out the entire hotel. Please keep hands and legs inside the vehicle at all times.
So yes, dear visitor. Enjoy your exclusive visit to my Character Hotel. Meet the people who I call my children, meet their animals, and find out the latest news with them.
~Vina


Buffy: Oh look at the new visitors. Hi. I is Buffy, and Buffy is leaving. See ya!
Auburn: Be nice Buffy. Hello Visitors! Excuse Buffy, and me, because I have to visit Taylor-
Anya: Oh shut up Rainbow. Your always on about Taylor. "Taylor likes this!" "Taylor and me!" Give. Us. A. Break. Or at least sing a new tune, cause I think I have the screen music for this one. I'm gonna start these introductions properly. I'm Anya Harris-
Charlie: Nope. Your name is Anyanka. And em, "Rainbow"? You know I have the same Mom as her, right?
Thalia: Look, guys, stop arguing! I'll start, because your all so immature. Hey! I'm Angelus Jenkins-
Skyla: Your name isn't Angelus. Its Thalia Jenkins. And why is the Hunter here?
Zee: Your all losers! Just tell people your name. And I also want to know, why is the Hunter here?
Serenity: She's part of Vi's Gang, so naturally she's here. And if none of you can stop bickering and tattle tailing for more than a few seconds, then none of you deserves to start introductions. Shut up, and Vi will get to you in due time.


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Actives:


Buffy Summers | Daughter of Khione | Aged 15


Charlie Grandge | Daughter of Iris | Hunter of Artemis | Aged 17 [Immortal]


Anyanka Harris | Daughter of Zeus | Aged 14


Auburn Spallin | Daughter of Iris | Aged 16


Serenity Arrington | Daughter of Macaria | Aged 16


Thalia Jenkins | Daughter of Thanatos | Aged 16


Skyla Alex Stars-SilverFox | Daughter of Hecate | Aged 15


Curiosity "Zee" Temperance | Daughter of Aphrodite | Aged 16



In-Actives:


Kendra Lehane | Daughter of Hecate | Aged 14


Kegan Lehane | Daughter of Nemesis | Aged 15


Grace Moon | Daughter of Aphrodite | Aged 16


Veronica Lyric | Daughter of Apollo | Aged 16


Constance Newman | Daughter of Athena | Aged 14


Chastity McKenna | Daughter of Nyx | Aged 15 [Immortal]


Chantarelle Browne | Daughter of Aeolus | Aged 15


Kaida Lin Vargas | Daughter of Ouranos | Aged 15


Adara Lorelie | Daughter of Pontus & A Water Nymph | Aged 16


Aislin LaVarrny | Daughter of Melinoe | Aged 16


Willow Hale | Daughter of Aglaia | Nymph | Aged 15


Thomas De la Cruz | Son of Dinlas | Aged 19



Adopted Character's:


Riley Jae Williams | Daughter of Hermes | Hunter of Artemis | Aged 14 [Immortal]


Mikayla "Ace" Littner | Daughter of Eris | Aged 14


Vivien Emma Elizabeth | Daughter of Amphitrite | Aged 17



Canons:


Artemis, Goddess of the Hunt, Maiden Girls, the Wilderness, Wild Beasts, Maiden Dances and Songs, Archery, Chastity, Childbirth, Plague and the Moon


Calypso, Daughter of Atlas, And a Sweet Minor Goddess



Work In Progress:


Winifred Burkle | The Legacy of Athena & Hephaestus | Aged 15


Relationships:


Buffy Summers | Single


Charlie Grandge | Forever Single


Serenity Arrington | Single


Auburn Spallin | Dating Taylor Stevenson, Son of Khione [Camcam9999]


Thalia Jenkins | Dibbed. So Kinda Sorta Taken


Anyanka Harris | Single


Skyla Alex Stars-SilverFox | Single


Curiosity "Zee" Temperance | Single


---In-actives Relationships---


Veronica Lyric | Crushing On Jonathan Wyatt Adams [Sapphire]


Constance Newman | Crushing On Cameron Ragland [Camcam9999]


---ASSUME THAT ALL OTHER IN-ACTIVES ARE SO FAR "SINGLE"---



Theme Songs:


Buffy Summers | Full of Grace, Sarah McLachlan


Charlie Grandge | Chasing the Sun, The Wanted


Serenity Arrington | Shut Up And Drive, Rhianna


Auburn Spallin | Lucky, Bif Naked


Thalia Jenkins | Goodbye to You, Michelle Branch


Anyanka Harris | Run Away, Halo Friendlies


Skyla Alex Stars-SilverFox | Fly, Rhianna & Nicki Minaj


Curiosity "Zee" Temperance | Pain, Four Star Mary


---ALL INACTIVE CHARACTERS MAY BE ASSUMED AS HAVING A BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER "Once More With Feeling" SONG---



Colors:


Buffy Summers | Plain old Cyan


Charlie Grandge | A pretty MediumSeaGreen


Serenity Arrington | A DarkCyan


Auburn Spallin | Just like Pokemon, Goldenrod City


Thalia Jenkins | The color of the sea is LightSeaGreen today


Anyanka Harris | The traditional color of lightning, Yellow


Skyla Alex Stars-SilverFox | Don't be stung by the Thistle!


Curiosity "Zee" Temperance | Such a cold SteelBlue



Mottos:


Buffy Summers: Most of the shadows in this life are caused by our standing in our own sunshine.


Charlie Grandge: A dream doesn't become reality through magic; it takes sweat, determination and hard work


Serenity Arrington: If opportunity doesn't knock, build a door.


Auburn Spallin: Somewhere, over the rainbow, way up high, there's a land that I heard of, once in a lullaby.


Thalia Jenkins: In three words I can sum up everything I have learned about life; It Goes On


Anyanka Harris: It's like a song. Now, I can hold a note for a long time. - Actually, I can hold a note forever. - But eventually, that's just noise. It's the change we're listening for. The note coming after and the one after that. That's what makes it music.


Skyla Alex Stars-SilverFox: Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again, but expecting different results.


Curiosity "Zee" Temperance: In a perfect world I wouldn't be here. In a perfect world I'd have a father. In this world, I am here, and my father is a loser.



Play-Bys/Face-Claims:


Buffy Summers | Sarah Michelle Gellar


Anyanka Harris | Anastasia Horne


Serenity Arrington | Ashley Olsen


Thalia Jenkins | Mary-Kate Olsen


Skyla Alex Stars-SilverFox | Lucy Hale | Shared


---INACTIVE PLAY-BY's---


Kendra Lehane | Alyson Hannigan


Kegan Lehane | Bianca Lawson


Constance Newman | Gemma Ward


Chastity McKenna | Julia Lee


Chantarelle Browne | Felicia Day


Kaida Lin Vargas | Lalaine Ann Vergara-Paras


Adara Lorelie | Rachel Bilson


Aislin LaVarrny | Ara Celi


Willow Hale | Amber Tamblyn


---Unused Face Claim's / Waiting For A Character---


Charisma Carpenter


Nicholas Brendon


Karen Gillan | Shared


Amy Acker


Sofia D'elia Black | Shared


Mia Talerico


Michelle Trachtenberg


Halle Berry


Alexa Davalos


Tamsin Egerton


Katie McGrath


Jocelyn Eve Stoker [Joss Stone]


David Boreanaz



Topics:





❝ we live in an age where everything is staged, where all we do is fake our feelings. i've been scared to put myself so out there, time is running out, need to let you know that -- last night i woke the F U C K up, realized i need you here, desperate as that sounds. ❞

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PostSubject: Re: Understand We'll Go Hand In Hand, But We'll Walk Alone In Fear, Tell Me, Where Do We Go From Here...    Sat Sep 29, 2012 9:59 am



Buffy Anne Summers, Daughter of Khione And Natural Rebel


Name: Buffy Anne Summers
Age/Birthday: 15 / 19th of Januery
Gender: Female
God Parent: Daughter of Chione, and the legacy of Nyx
Claimed: Yes
Mortal Family: Her Father, Hank Summers | Her Sister, Dawn Summer's | Her Step-Mother, Joyce Summers
Years in Camp: 4 years
Brief History: When Buffy was 10, she was told that her sister wasn't related to her fully. She always attracted monsters, especially when she knew that. Once, when she was in math's class, she was attacked by a hellhound. She managed to get away, and her father brought her straight to camp. She was didn't get to say good-bye to Willow, and hasn't seen her since.
Physical Appearance: She is blond. Her hair is cut quite short, and she has a thin fringe. Her eye's are light green. Buffy's style is light colour's, and she choose's for style and comfort. She wears a silver cross necklace, and a claddagh ring.
Personality: She is bubbly, and funny. She comes out with the most random things sometimes. She loved fashion in her old life, but she really just loves making friends. Sometimes, she says stuff and it gets taken the wrong way, or it offends someone.
Fatal Flaw: She is too loyal. She would die for her friends or family, and she would never leave them to fight on their own.
Pets: She has a puppy called Keno. He is a wolf hybrid. It was a gift from her mother, and she adores him.
Talents: Her abilities include;
- She can slightly freeze someone, but it requires concentration, which being ADHD she doesn't have much of.
- She can make something grow colder and colder until it feels like it's burning.
- When she is angry, an icy wind whips her hair around.
- Something very similar to charmspeak. But with Buffy, it's more like confirming their worst fears.
- She can sense fire.
- She can freeze water, and can create snow. These are her most powerful talents, and she doesn't require much concentration to do it.
Weapons: She has a crossbow. Mostly, she uses her sword though. It comes from her claddagh ring when she drops her body temperature. It is a deadly blade, which can conduct ice through it.
Year-Round or Summer: Year-rounder
Other: Buffy's color is Cyan. Like Anya, I am terribly disappointed with Buffy. At some point, she will be revamped [Ironic way of putting it], And will get better.



❝ we live in an age where everything is staged, where all we do is fake our feelings. i've been scared to put myself so out there, time is running out, need to let you know that -- last night i woke the F U C K up, realized i need you here, desperate as that sounds. ❞

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PostSubject: Re: Understand We'll Go Hand In Hand, But We'll Walk Alone In Fear, Tell Me, Where Do We Go From Here...    Sat Sep 29, 2012 12:30 pm





Skyla Alex Stars-SilverFox, Daughter of Hecate And Stubborn Comedic


Name:
Skyla Alex Stars-SilverFox [Silver-Fox is rarely used. Explained later...]
Name Meaning:
The Sky
Nicknames:
Sky, Alex [Is an Option]
Age:
15
Birthday:
17th of December
Gender:
Em, Male with a little fem in there. [In normal terms, Female]
God Parent:
Hecate, Goddess of Magic, Ghosts, Necromancy and Crossroads. The Legacy of Aphrodite, Zeus, Dionysus, Bellona and Phoebe among others.
Claimed:
Not exactly. She knows her Godly Parent, but she hasn't been claimed with the light and symbol...
Mortal Family:

• Wayne Stars-SilverFox (Father): Wealthy business man, budding eccentric and loving family man. Wayne had it all, his Mother a Daughter of Aphrodite and his Father being a Son of Zeus. Pretty much a given for stormy good looks and a natural ability for making people feel safe and trust him. He even spent eight years going to Camp Half-Blood on and off. Girls loved him, he loved them. Every summer a new relationship that never lasted, and every summer a new enemy. But he was always caring, not meaning to hurt people, not meaning being how he was. So when he left into the real world at age 21, it was to his surprise to find a love in Hecate. Course he knew who she was. His Family had been in relationships with Gods for so many generations at this point. It just surprised Wayne that Hecate had chosen to fall in love with HIM. Despite his heritage, he had pretty low value of his looks, and his persona. And she stayed for months, even though he knew she would have to leave. Nine Months on, and their beautiful Baby Girl was born. Soon she was gone, leaving nothing but a small envelope she said Skyla herself needed to open. Wayne was heartbroken of course, but his attention soon came around to the pretty cafe worker RJ. And they both fell in love despite her own kids and her previous failed marriage.

    'My Dad? Oh he's awesome. And I mean that. You hear about these rich people, who have kids but don't like... connecting with them. But he's more than a business man. He's our Dad. All of our Dad's. Course he's so annoying sometimes. Over-Protective and stuff. But he's nice and don't tell him, but he's also something I couldn't live without. I love my Dad!'


• Step-Mother (RJ Brooks Stars-SilverFox): On the poorer side of life, RJ was always taught by her Spanish Papa to appreciate and care for everything that came into her life. So she came to believe most of the Men that told her she was beautiful, and became somewhat weak. A flurry of Spanish Maiden and Americanized Youth, she made her own way in the world at age nineteen. Boston was her last stop, a cafe that paid pretty well and even helped her buy a small apartment just around the corner. So a normal life for a year, bringing up herself and finding love in the form of Bruce Earl. With him she had a child, little Lewis. But he abused her, cheated, and soon ran with a new woman, to where she never knew. Of course another man came into her life. Bill Gold. He felt that she was a Girl who shouldn't be wasted in the cafe where she loved and worked in. And their Daughter, Tinker-Bell Gold was loved by both her Parents. They married, but it failed soon because of her own duties. So it was to her dismay that Wayne fell for her, and she fell for him, as she felt she would hurt him like Bill. How wrong she was when she found he had a Baby Girl, only Four Months old. Her own Children loved this new girl in their lives, finding her strange and new, something they could mind. And so when a year later Wayne and herself married, the small Family was happy. And even happier with the news of their first child. Charlee Stars-SilverFox was born that summer, a Baby with attitude. So the Family kept the large mansion that Wayne and his own Family owned, and they told RJ everything about their heritage. She didn't freak out. She wasn't scared. Instead she found she loved them even more because they trusted her with the secret. And that was it...

    'Oh RJ is cool. Like, the awesome Mother who turns up to collect you from school in old Band T-Shirts and sometimes Pajamas. I don't think she was approved of at first, but I don't really remember when I was like, two. Wait. I was one? Not even?! Well then I certainly won't remember them days. But yeah. She's so... different to the rest of the Family. She's just so natural. And plus, her and the others accepted the whole Half-Blood thing without screaming. Or maybe they did scream, but I wouldn't remember.'


• Step-Brother (Lewis Earl): Twenty Years old, living in New York City. He was always slightly wary of Wayne, after seeing his Mother fall foul in two relationships. But he grew to love him, calling him Dad at times, and his little Step-Sister becoming a follower of him. She loved to follow and to play with the "Boys" and he was only too happy to oblige. Left to Private School when he was 13, and the Family didn't like him being gone. But they dealt, and so did he. So much so that when he turned 18, Lewis got a job in the Marines, and has been training and working since.

    'Lewis is freaking awesome! He's like, the big Brother that I wished I had and got. Right now, he's living in New York, a high-end apartment that Dad bought when he was like, eighteen. He's like, never there though, cause he's always working. So a waste of an apartment in my eyes, not that I would want his apartment. I was given one of the spare keys for reasons I can't like work out, and when we were in New York I went there. It’s like, horrible, all boyish and stuff, but at the end of the day, whatever floats your boat. I said that once to Lewis and he laughed, cause you know, Marines.'


• Step-Sister (Tinker-Bell Gold): 18, living with her Family still, and pretty much the punk/Goth rebel. Her clothes’ scare everyone, apart from the Family, who see a softer side whenever behind closed doors. She tried to lose the dorky name given to her, Tinker-Bell, by calling herself Victoria and Vic for short. Her look changed so many times from age 3 to 17 that she was given four rooms of the house just for her clothes. Almost a surprise when you find that she loves her Family, that she takes off the dark stuff at night, and that she still very much likes reading and singing. Tinker-Bell hates her own Father, both for his leaving and for things said at a party for her Half-Sister Hilary. She parties pretty much a lot of her spare time, but Tinker-Bell tries to stick to weekends.

    'Ha, Tink. She's the coolest of the whole Family, plus she's the one with the most clothes. Its cause she changes her style so often. Her style now is... well its kinda like, both Punk and Gothic, lots of black and stuff. Don't let her know I told you, but despite that she still has pink pajamas, for "An Emergency". Although, why you would have pink pajamas for an emergency, I don't know. She is cool though, cause whenever she actually gets up at the weekends, she drives me and Charlee in her old ugly car to get Ice-Cream.'


• Half-Sister (Charlee Stars-SilverFox): Born to Wayne and RJ, she was their first born child. Attitude came naturally to her when she was able to talk, and even as an eleven year old, she's cheekier than others. She's almost worse than her Sister Tinker-Bell! At Boarding School for a lot of the year, Charlee is the popular girl in her class. The pretty one too, cause her long hair coupled with her wide eyes make her insanely good-looking. She's like a younger version than Skyla. The dote of her Grandpa, she sucks up to most adults when she can, but the Family love her like they love any other member.

    'Charlee is okay. Spoilt rotten, pretty, popular. She's the most like Grandma Elizabeth when she was younger according to Grandpa Rupert. Course I wish I had seen Grandma when she was younger, cause even now she's insanely good looking. Dad doesn't like to talk about his great looking Mom, cause she's like, really old. At the very least 50 and she looks almost better than RJ. Course we would NEVER say that to RJ. But back to Charlee, she's fine. I keep getting told she's like me when I was her age, but I don't get how. She's cheeky, whereas I was... well.... cheeky.'


• Half-Sister (Chelsea Mia Stars-SilverFox): The Baby of the Family, Chelsea was born just under ten months ago. The only blonde of the Family, everyone loves her. She can't even speak yet, but she's the most persuasive. Skyla cares for Chelsea most of all in her Family, because she's the only one she's actually been able to care for as a Baby. Not that much to say about her, apart from she's spoilt rotten and by far the cutest of all.

    'Chelsea! She's the greatest of all my Sisters. And I have... three. Including her. But yeah. She's really cute and stuff. I wish that I had seen Charlee when she was a Baby; cause I want to know is she anything like her. But I did see her, and again I have to say I don't remember. Alas, my memory is kinda blurry from them months of my life. Maybe Charlee had something to do with it. But yeah, Chelsea is great. Apart from when she cries, cause it makes your heart break. Not literally, cause that would suck.'


• Grandma (Elizabeth Marie Stars-SilverFox Williams): Elizabeth Stars-SilverFox, Daughter of Aphrodite, and the general airhead. Caring, Loving, but not a thought lasts in her head for more than ten minutes. She loves her Grandchildren unconditionally, would do anything for them, and the same for her Son and Daughter in Law. Originally, Elizabeth didn't approve of RJ, thinking her a little TOO common for their Family. But after a funny story involving an Espouse and the Houses Library, she agreed with everything her Son had saw in RJ. Their like... the Best Friends of strangeness.

    'Grandma Elizabeth is really pretty. And she's convincing when Dad wants us to clean our rooms. That's cause she can "Charmspeak" apparently, but that's something I don't know much about. I think she uses it to convince people to let her win at Bingo and stuff in her spare time. She really didn't approve of RJ from what I've been told. But I suppose she must now, cause she like, sits with her and talks and everything, which is scary when the two of them are discussing your report card. The only thing I don't like about Grandma is that she smells funny. Like socks and perfume.'


• Grandpa (Rupert Quinton Williams): Rupert fell for Elizabeth at a dance the two were attending with their dates, and actually spent a lot of time running to get her. Their relationship was only sealed when it was found out her was a Son of Zeus, and the two were wed. The Family accepted him straight away, Elizabeth's parents giving them the Family Home in Boston. Here they raised their only two children, Lillian and Wayne. One of them Sleepy Grandpa's, Rupert likes to play with his Grandchildren when he's awake.

    'Hm, I suppose Grandpa is as cool as Grandma. He sleeps most of them time. But he's cool when he has some red chardonnay in him. Which sounds horrible, but he's much funner drunk. But he knows lots of cool stuff as well. Like about... wars. And... Fish. Yeah, not really cool, coming to think about it.'


    'My history was the best! I mean, from my time anyways. Some of our Family, or more accurately my Great-Great-Grandfather Wesley like, disappeared. But it was good. RJ was always there for us. Dad was always there for us. Lewis used to play with me the whole time, Tink used to be like, the greatest Sister ever, and everyone else was just awesome. Coming to think about it, most of them still are awesome, the only thing that's changed is looks and living places. My Mom being like, non-exsistant didn't really bother me or anyone else, cause I had Dad and RJ. They were like Super-Hero's.'


Brief History:
Let’s start with her very first Demi-God ancestor. Or maybe her 21st? The Gods had a habit of falling for the Stars-SilverFox's, around two in every Generation. Easier cause their Family is massive. But it was still slightly odd. The Family was attractive though, looks and personality fitting in perfectly in every person. But let’s start her History on an Ending.
Wesley SilverFox was 22, a budding eccentric just like Wayne. His place was pretty much cemented in place to take over all the Family Business's. Odd things always seemed to gravitate away from the Family though. Not much ever really happened apart from what was set. Nothing strange anyways.
Apart from the fact some of them were Half-Bloods. So not that strange.
Only Wesley. The first Roman Half-Blood, his Father took that secret to his grave. Ashamed of what his Son was. Wesley was trained though, in school and fighting. He was loved, for the most part. But unlike all his Family, he was never claimed. Or that was the story. Of course, Bellona was... a little annoyed that her Son was never allowed to honor her as his Mother. And she most likely had a part to play in his life and curse.
Wesley grew darker. He became resentful. So much so that his 22nd Birthday saw him run from the Family Estate in Iowa, and keep going to Canada. Here he worked as a fisher for weeks, poor and lost in the World. Until Gaia whispered to him. Told him her plans, ones that could involve him. She told him that he could get revenge on the Greeks. He could be greater than any other Half-Blood, and all he had to do was help her raise some of her more... violent Children. In a moment of madness, Wesley signed over his soul for power, and joined Gaia. Months passed. He worked hard, trying to help bring forth one of her Children from the earth. Only one thing ever stopped him.
Gaia let slip about how he would turn out different from a Girl who had killed herself and her Mother, who had each been working with her. That remark made him stop and think, really think about what he was doing. And this saw him fleeing in the wee hours of the next morning, running to the home he had left, scared that Gaia would stop him. Unfortunate for him the Gods had known what he had been doing, and that was what saved him from her wrath. When he crossed into America, poor Wesley was captured and brought before the Gods, where an Audience was held that changed the Family's life.
The Gods, disgusted by Wesley and his plans, changed the Family. A new name, Stars, was given. He was told that the Family would be forever shamed, and forever thought as traitors for what he had done. The Gods would think twice before delving into relationships with them. Most of all, his punishment.
Wesley would never remember. Everything about his life, his home, and his own choices would be erased. The only thing he would remember was his name, and nothing else. And so it was.
Everything changed, the Family name, the Family History. People would know nothing about their ancestor Wesley, apart for that he disappeared, and the name with him.
And when he woke up in Central Park, the Gods punishment was true. Wes knew nothing about himself or his past Family.
In his own time, he married, had Children, and died, forever out of sorts, not knowing why he was so different.
And the Family left found these Children, after searching for the lost Wesley for so long. They never knew exactly if they were Wesley's own Kids, but they trusted certificates, and that brought the Children to their real home.
Fast Forward a few decades, some happy times and sad, and a break of that whole "Think Twice" thing, and Wayne and Hecate bore a Baby Daughter who was christened Skyla for Wayne's Father's, Father Zeus, Lord of the Sky's.
And only a Month after little Skyla was born, Hecate left in the Night, leaving a small silver envelope with the instructions that when Skyla turned 16 she was to open it, and until then no-one else. A beautiful black scarf, a midnight blue teddy and a silver bracelet were also left, with no instructions. Wayne, heartbroken knew to follow them, and hid the envelope, placing it deep in the attic with the other items.
Wayne of course knew he couldn't be too sad, because of his Daughter, and soon got into a routine of going to a local Coffee Shop to watch the Half-Spanish girl working so hard.
And low and behold, the two fell deeply in love; marrying and moving in together so as their Children could grow up in a spacious home.
Many encounters followed them happy days, Hell-hounds, Emposai and a Manticore, but in all honesty, it could have been worse.
So when Skyla turned 13, found the items in the Attic and a Satyr came to the door, it was pretty much the strangest moment of all in their lives. RJ was the one to open to door to Oak, the slightly irrational Satyr charged with finding Skyla and bringing her to Camp Half-Blood.
It was all a whirl of small fights and strange eating, but soon Sky stood on the large doorstep, a bag in her hand and three more behind her, waiting for her Dad to come and say goodbye.
And he did. With a final sentence. "Whatever you do, say nothing about SilverFox. I love you Skyla, never forget that.'
So with one of her names restricted for use, she got into a limo Wayne had ordered to drive them to Camp, and tearfully left her home.
Camp was amazing to her. Weapons, Campers, and so many other things that she found astonishing. Most of all, the Hecate Cabin, where she felt a sense of belonging more than she had ever felt before.
And Chiron told her that she lived there. Her stuff brought in, her Siblings introduced.
Two short years later and the Girl who had never been too popular was well... popular. Not one of the MOST popular, but people knew her because of her Mortal Family who made a killing in the stock market. Not too many friends though, because her ADHD and Dyslexia made it difficult for her to actually concentrate and talk to people. Instead Skyla had developed an interest in her Family, and especially the mystery of Wesley...

    'Well I am pretty. No point saying I ain't cause like, why pretend to be something you're not? I love my hair! Yeah, I do. Its awesome, and frankly I would hate to have like, short hair. Then I love my eyes too, despite that weird color change thing they do. You could like, look at me to find out the rest though, cause I don't really love talking about my appearance.'


Physical Appearance:
Pale and with dark features, Skyla is one of the prettiest of her Family. Her Father and Grandmother have even said she was the one to inherit the heritage of Aphrodite. Maybe she did, and that's why her features work with each other, but maybe their wrong, and the reason she's so pretty is because of her own beauty.
Her hair is generally long, falling below her shoulder's. Large natural curls shape it, making it shorter than it really is. Straight, its not nearly as pretty and she comments when people ask her to change her style. Two bangs frame her face, curly and thick, which constantly fall into her face and annoy her. While she hates the way her hair annoys her, she also would never tie it up without reason, because she doesn't like the pull of her hair when its tied. Skyla's Grandmother used to spend hours sitting by the fire with her little Granddaughter, brushing the curls with a soft bristled brush, and singing in her sweet voice old lullaby's that Skyla's remembers to this day. Then even more hours would be spent, because Lewis or Tink would help mess it up again, and she would have to fix it.
Eyes as dark as Onyx, they shift and change for some reason in different lights, and with different feelings. Never very noticeable because she's able to control the emotions she feels, Skyla's eyes are either black as night or barely brown. Their slightly too large for her face, giving her the wide eyed innocent look that she wouldn't have without them, but sparkle prettily in her face. Framed with thick eyelashes, her eyes are always outlined with a thick layer of black, and her eyelashes always coated with mascara. Eye-shadow isn't a regular item in her make-up bag, but she does wear it.
Her eyebrows are thick, but also curved slightly so as to make them seem neat when their not.
Skyla's nose isn't exactly perfect, but definitely not horrible. It is slightly on the larger side, but whether she just doesn't care about that flaw, or whether she's never actually noticed it [Which would be a surprise cause she always has a mirror near her], is a question that people often wonder.
Her lips light pink, one slightly less full than the other. Their usually covered in a layer of lipstick or lip-gloss, that make them either darker or more shiny.
Pale, she tans easily and also loses that tan pretty quick. While Skyla likes nothing better than to relax on the Beach or by the Lake in the heat and sunlight, she hates the sunburn she needs to get before her tan can appear.
Of average height, she's nearly always shorter than boys that she's friends with or goes out with. It bother's here because she needs to get a chair or something else to stand on when she needs to reach something high, but she won't complain because she knows heels make her taller.
Skyla's style is random, something different every day. She probably learnt that from Tinker-Bell, because of her style changes. She wears plaid, she wears solid blacks, she wears anything, not one for a specific style. With her Dad's money, she's able to buy designer items if she wants, but chooses the cheaper shops, only splashing cash on Converse. And in her wardrobe, she has like every color and design of Converse ever made. Jewelery isn't something she wears, although Skyla adores different earrings. Dresses are like the only thing she won't wear, hating them with every fiber of her being.
Most of her clothes are covered in dirt, blood, the occasional marker doodle because that's just how she is.

    'My personality. Hm, I suppose I'm funny. And witty. And all them words. Then of course I'm like, fiery and got a temper too. I don't really know. Cause its like, something I don't think about too much. I mean, why would I want to know my own personality, when I have to find out the person's beside me so I know what their like. If I don't like them, I suppose I say it. And it usually gets me into some insane trouble. I love my Family and stuff too, so that comes into the picture with Personality, right? Wait now. There's that handy few paragraphs down there, so why the hell did you ask me? Just look at the white writing, okay?! Jeez, some people...'


Personality:
With her way of thinking slightly on the stranger side, and her own personality changing, Skyla is one of them girls who contradicts herself in every possible way. Sarcastic, funny, caring, talkative, each only the tip of the iceberg when it comes down to it. She’s a strong fighter, holding her own and never giving up despite the odds, and also a person who goes for the hurt instead of the kill. Monsters don’t bother her, but she also holds a level of fear and revulsion when people speak of killing them. Especially the more humanoid monsters, as she has a moment of doubt when it comes to them being able to speak, and to have basic human features.
She’s witty, smart and cunning. Her plans fall through usually, and they themselves are usually quite complex. She’s a good thinker even though she has Dyslexia and ADHD, and knows a lot more than she’s given credit for. Skyla thinks every detail through, she analysis everything, every movement and opponent makes, everything that’s said. Conversations from month’s maybe years before are remembered because she knows that they may be needed one day.
Her cunning and wit is unrivaled, seemingly a dumb kid who has more looks than thoughts, but she surprises you. A quick thinker and a good doer, she knows when to stop and when to start with remarks and actions.
Sarcastic, she has something to say about everything and anything, always ready to break your hopes or make them.
Skyla is also quite honestly caring, and loves people with everything she holds. Love isn't a word to her, it’s a physical item, something that is to be handed out carefully and to people chosen equally careful. This makes her slightly nervous around people, and it’s hard for her to trust everyone. Hera, Zeus and Hades children also bring out the part of her that holds no trust unless you prove that she can give it to you.
Saying that though, she can be too trusting after a conversation. Through a few compliments around, maybe some remarks on her hair, and she’s putty in your hands. Her own Siblings, the other Hecate Children would find that, each one trusted by her even though she barely knows them.
The most notable thing about her is her thoughts. She speaks pretty much before she speaks, and often has to apologize later when a fight comes around. Skyla constantly tells people “You know how my foot likes to live in my mouth” because she simply acts and says before the process of actually thinking what’s being done could hurt someone doesn't flit across her brain till afterwards.
Always prepared for a fight, the one thing that people would comment on is that she always has a weapon by her side. She loves the adrenaline, but hates the hurt or kill.
Talkative, she gets into a groove when she warms to you, and absolutely has to speak every few seconds cause it’s like life or death. It’s actually rare for someone to make her speechless, because she’s prepared and has something to say every time you speak.
The biggest thing about her, that others don’t even realize until they see her in battle, is that she holds no fear. None, with no boundaries if you endanger her or her friends and family. Not that she doesn't have ANY fear, she’s just learnt to not show it, to keep it hidden, to bury it and mask it with other emotions. Something that would scare her is the loss of someone she loves or someone she could potentially love, but other than that, no expression of fear will pass on her face. It’s an emotion she has all but lost, and she hides that loss so well. Horror movies, Horror stories, Cheese, none of it scares her.
As Skyla herself admits, she has a horrible temper at times. Things get on her nerves that means she goes on and on and on and on for hours about this problem, or this person, or animal, or whatever, until by the end she's gone so off topic that she doesn't remember the original thing that had her upset. Her eyes show anger and her eyes show every other emotion, and people who really know her can read and judge when they need to stop. She needs to be slapped at times [Not literally], because her feelings become so much that she can't stop herself.
She's shy, loud, rude, formal... all in all, when the day comes to an end, Skyla keeps you guessing on just how she'll act.
Fatal Flaw:

    'Wow. These questions just keep getting weirder don't they. Em, I don't think I'm supposed to know my Fatal Flaw am I? Maybe Trust... or arrogance... something like that? Jeez, again I say, there's that nice little paragraph down there that I've been denied access to. Look. Read. Find stuff out.'


Skyla has so many Flaw's, each worse than the other, but only three would ever be called Fatal.
Personal Loyalty, is her top problem. She would rather give herself up then lose Family or Friends. They mean the world to her, even if she doesn't mean the world to them.
Sky got one right up there. Trust is a major issue to her. She's one of the worst in Camp for not trusting, but at the end of the day she feel's that it helps her make true friends. To her "People want to be in the popular zone. They want to find that one place where they belong. People that stay with me nod, smile, go through the motions. But I'm completely alone. Their so busy nodding and agreeing to what I say that they don't here a word of it."
Her final flaw isn't too dangerous for her. She has some Over-Confidence issues, cause she's so hard to scare. She believes that she can beat any monster, and can beat any person. Too bad for her that she can't.

Pets:
None. While she would love a Cat, maybe a Dog, she doesn't feel she can care for one.
Talents:
A good sword fighter, an average aim, a less than adequate knife fighter. Her talents really revolve around her parentage, and not her own skills.

• Sword Fighting: Her only real weapon based talent, that she underestimates herself in this. Truth is, she is incredibly skilled, able to beat opponents twice her size and age. Her own reluctance to hurt means that she doesn't really believe her skill will come to anything.

• Elemental Based Magic: Revolving around Earth and everything connected to the Earth, she drains so easily when trying to control or manipulate any other element. Earth is the only one that she needs barely any concentration with, and is able to create. The other elements she can only manipulate/control, not create. Even with manipulation, its rare for her to be able to control.

• Mystiokinesis: Reality Warping. The ability to control a natural form of energy. Magic is a very complex and dangerous force as it gives control of natural energies in order to produce a needed positive change, but also could be used for evil purposes. So basically, normal magic. This requires a sacrifice when used, choosing blood from the caster or energy from the user. It can be used to control anything, but with these drawbacks, is rarely used.

• Incantations: Latin and Greek words said with a Blessing from Hecate mean that these type of spells can be used against or for a person. This is draining, but also the most natural of abilities.

• Visions: Oh yeah. The worst of powers, that she was "Gifted" [Used in the loosest possible sense] and that have drawbacks in their own right. Skyla gets terrible, head splitting visions from time to time, that depict some horrible thing about to happen, or something good. She can't control when they happen, only watch, and be in absolute pain. They could happen when she's walking, or even happen when she touches something significant to whats about to happen, but either way she can't speak until their over.

• Invisibility: Does exactly what it says on the tin, only not exactly. Skyla, when feeling extremely strong emotions such as Anger, Fear, Embarrassment or Extreme Happiness, flickers out of visibility. Able to control at times, its draining to keep it going when she's making it happen. Skyla doesn't even realize when it happens the other times though, because she isn't doing it. Its only later she feels the effects.

• All Other Magic Based Abilities: Hecate. Magic. Two peas in a pod. Anything that Hecate has domain over, look for Skyla or her siblings of course. She can do most magic things. To an extent.

Weapons:
A sword that appears from her only piece of jewelry, a silver bracelet. It was a gift from Hecate, left when she did, that Skyla found in the attic on her 13th Birthday.
With an intricate design and a blade that can conduct her own magic, Skyla would never dream of losing or leaving it behind somewhere.
She is also okay with a bow and arrow, owning a simple silver one that a Hunter left when at Camp. Knives are something she hates, and relies on Camp to provide if she was ever to train with them.
Her shield is still "In Production" at the Forges, cause she's only recently WANTED one. And Skyla doesn't wear Armour when fighting cause she's pretty confident.

Year-Rounder or Summer:
Year-Rounder, but leaves for days on end to her Father's home.
Other:
Her color is Thistle. I'm disappointed with her history XD



❝ we live in an age where everything is staged, where all we do is fake our feelings. i've been scared to put myself so out there, time is running out, need to let you know that -- last night i woke the F U C K up, realized i need you here, desperate as that sounds. ❞

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PostSubject: Re: Understand We'll Go Hand In Hand, But We'll Walk Alone In Fear, Tell Me, Where Do We Go From Here...    Sat Oct 06, 2012 7:28 am


Auburn Spallin, Daughter of Iris And Professional Recluse


Name: Auburn Spallin
Age/Birthday: 16 / 2nd of July
Gender: Female
God Parent: Iris
Claimed: Yes
Mortal Family: Her father (Decesed), No known relatives.
Years in Camp: 4 years
Brief History: She is a year rounder. She has the power to make rainbows appear when she is happy, but if you get on her nerves or embarrass anyone she cares about, she will show you in one of two ways: Her eyes flash different colours depending on her mood, and her rainbows can become very violent. If you get on her bad side, she will never forget and you should tred very carefully.
Physical Appearance: She did this while she was on the run from her last foster home. She has all the colours of the rainbow dyed into her hair. Her eyes are all different clours. She is always wearing different colours of eyeshadow on her eyelids. The side of her left eye is tattoed with spots that are black. If she moves her face, they seem to be silver.
Personality: She is the perfect daughter of Iris! She is bubbly, fun, helpful and loves to make people happy. She sometimes becomes a little too hyper, but she can bring herself down too concentrate. She came to camp half-blood 4 years ago, and loves being there
Fatal Flaw: Skeptic - She is scared to get close to anyone, because she is always expecting them to let her down
Pets: She has a cat called Blue
Talents: She can make rainbows appear around her. Auburns eyes change colour depending on her mood.
Weapons: She uses a bow and arrow and sword.
Year-Round or Summer: Year-rounder
Other: Auburn's color is Goldenrod. Again. One of my first character's. She's gonna be done up and all that stuff, cause this character is just depressing with her shortness.



❝ we live in an age where everything is staged, where all we do is fake our feelings. i've been scared to put myself so out there, time is running out, need to let you know that -- last night i woke the F U C K up, realized i need you here, desperate as that sounds. ❞

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PostSubject: Re: Understand We'll Go Hand In Hand, But We'll Walk Alone In Fear, Tell Me, Where Do We Go From Here...    Sat Oct 06, 2012 7:31 am


Serenity "Marli" Arrington, Daughter of Macaria And Old English Maiden


Name:
Serenity "Marli" Arrington
Nicknames:
Marli, Faye
Gender:
Female
Age:
16
Birthday:
24th of August
God Parent:
Macaria, Goddess of Blessed Death. Almost like Thanatos, only more subtle and soft.
Claimed:
Many years ago, yes. But right now, not so much.
Mortal Family:

Father (Edward Arrington): Born in late 1200 England, he was a rich, upper class man, who had so much money it was hard to know what to do with himself. A house with servants, and all of the necessities he needed, there wasn’t much he ever asked for. Except love. His parents were hard, cruel people, who cared for nothing but money and power. Which they had so much of it was almost criminal. They cared not for their Son, or what he did in his free time, as long as when it came to it, he married a rich girl and collected a large dowry. They were then disappointed when he fell afoul of a “Servant” girl, working in their house. Soon two Babies were born, twins which were a rare occurrence in those days. He was left by the “Servant” girl on the eve of their wedding, never to see her again. The twins were left to their cruel Father and Grandparents, alone until he finally found a compliant woman to marry.

    ‘Wow. Dad was… mean. I suppose. Not one for small talks anyway. He hated me and Mercy. We were the gristle in his teeth, the thorn in his side. He never loved my Mother. She was just one of his much affection, who he turned on soon after. But you see, Mom was different. She wasn’t one to take that crap. I mean, sure, she was okay, and much kinder than some Death Gods, but she was the Daughter of Hades, and if someone was leaving her, well she wasn’t lying down and taking it. Mom left me and Mercy on his doorstep, and he “tracked” her down to make an honest woman of her. Pfft. She wanted to be found. On the eve of their wedding, Mom left him, giving him a taste of his own medicine. And of course Grandmamma wasn’t happy about that. But oh well. Their dead for nearly 1000 years. Give or take a few in either direction.'


Step-Mother (Elizabeth Arrington Ne.Fitzgerald): A descendant of the King, she was a Scottish lass. Born in the highlands beside Loch Ness, she was taught from a young age to be a proper Lady and a proper Wife. Her Father soon found her a Husband when she was only sixteen, in the form of English man, Edward Arrington. Married a fortnight later, she moved into his stately home to care for him and his two young Daughters’. But she was anything but the horrible step-mother to them. Her Husband had never been one to care, and the girls had simply gone by Babies for three months of their lives. So she gave them the names Serenity, for the eldest, and Mercy for the youngest, because as the Lady said “When you offer Mercy, and it is accepted, Serenity soon comes.” She loved the girls with all of her heart, and was a Mother to them for their whole lives.

    ‘Oh I liked Eliza. She was nice. I mean, she was more of a Mom than anyone else had been. And she gave me and my Sister our names, because if she hadn’t we would have been stuck with Baby for our whole lives. You know. I typical Mom, or at least as much as you could get to one in those days. Nice. Kind. Okay. She was just Elizabeth. Nothing else mattered when she was around.’


Sister (Mercy Arrington): A bouncing baby girl, she was the youngest of the twins. But that was not the strange thing about her. Nor was it she was the Daughter of Macaria like her Sister. The strangest thing about Mercy was that she was one of the many lives of Thalia Jenkins/Evangalina Cylene. Never destined to be in a family with another Daughter, she remembers this life barely, but for she loved her Sister Serenity more than words could say. Evangalina forgot a few lives later; given the fact she was made. In this life, she came very close to redemption, and the Gods said at the time it was not her place yet to leave the curse. So she was made forget about her Sister, but not the love she felt for someone on that life.

    ‘Well… when I left, Mercy drowned. About three days after actually. She was my Best Friend. My only friend, because not many people wanted to be around me. She was… different. Yeah. That’s the word. And she told me how, but I promised I would never tell. My last promise to my little Sister. I cared for her with all of my heart. She… was an amazing person. She’s perfect… I mean, she was perfect.’


Half-Sister (Victoria Arrington): Born to Edward and Elizabeth, she died as an infant, after an accident. Left to play in a top floor bedroom while the rest of the Family played piano on a lower floor, she fell from the balcony.

    ‘She wasn’t really allowed around me or Mercy. Not by Elizabeth! No. It was Dad that hated her being around me and my Sister. He told us if we were found anywhere near her, then we would be left in the cellar for as long as he saw fit without food. And we believed him. Hell yes. Dad threatened you, you didn’t do the crime. Many a time I took a punishment for Mercy because I wasn’t going to stand there and let her take it. He didn’t care who broke the rule. He just wanted his punishment.’


Grandmother (Mary Arrington Ne.Adair): Mother of Edward, she was a cruel, hard woman, who treated everyone as she would never be treated by someone. Everyone was beneath her, and she had no time for her Grandchildren, only Victoria. Having a child with a servant was unheard of in those days, never mind two, so she came up with the lie that Edwards hidden Wife had died in child birth, leaving him to care for his children alone.

    ‘Oooo. Grandmamma. She was hard. A cold, cruel woman, who cared nothing for us. She wanted her and Grand-papa’s money, and that was it. Me and Mercy, we stayed well away from her. Even Elizabeth was scared of Mary. She was like a gremlin.’


Grandfather (Charles Arrington): Father of Edward, he was much softer than his Wife. She wore the trousers in that Family, so to speak, and was able to steam roll her Husband to do anything she wished. He loved every one of his Grandchildren, even though they were not all legit.

    ‘I suppose he was okay. Not as bad as Mary anyway. He seemed to like us… maybe not all of the time, but he liked to defy his wife. And the best way to do that I suppose was to like, love us.’


Years in Camp:

Three Years, but she is always out, so many don’t even know her face.

Brief History:

    'Well I was born around 950 years ago. Oh yeah, put it this way. I look good for my age. Born to Edward Arrington, and Macaria, Goddess of Blessed Death. Don’t know how death is ever blessed, but there you go. Anyway. I was born a few miles north of Camelot, in a small little village that only time knows the name of now. All I remember was that it was basically owned by my Family. Mortal now. I don’t think I ever met King Arthur, no. Maybe my Dad did at some point, but wasn’t that like, a few hundred years before my time? Forget that anyway. I had a twin. Her name was Mercy, and she was amazing. And I mean that. Perfect, or at least to me. My younger Sister, I loved her so much. So we lived in a fairly stable home. I mean, there were a few strange things, like no other children wanted to talk to me and Mercy, or play, but we were okay on our own. Then when I was twelve, I met Henry. A stable boy, he was saving to leave for an unknown land, which by the way is America nowadays. Really, he was trying to get to India, but you can’t have what you want. I suppose you could say I fell in love with him. And he promised to bring me with him. Then a few days after mine and Mercy’s thirteenth birthday, he came to me in the night, and brought me with him. Mercy wasn’t there in time to come.’

[Thanks for summing it up Serenity]

Serenity Arrington was born approximately 957 years ago, on a crisp Autumn day to Macaria and Edward.
A wealthy man, it was a disgusting thing for a man to be found having a sordid affair with a servant. Especially when the servant became pregnant and gave birth to twins. He tried to wriggle out of the trouble he had gotten himself in. Oh yeah. But it didn’t work. He tried to pay her off. That didn’t work either. So finally he decided to marry her under the pretence she was a rich woman in exile from her country.
And they were to be married. Until Macaria had her own back on this man who cared not for his children.
She left him on the eve of their wedding, returning to her home in the Underworld, and leaving her small children in the care of their Father. This was pretty much the worst thing that could happen, as no-one was able to find he beautiful maiden. So Mary, Edward’s Mother, came up with the lie her Grandchildren’s Mother had died in child birth.
And the hunt began to find the handsome young man a suitable wife. Someone who was rich, and who had many jewels. Someone like Elizabeth Fitzgerald, a descendant of the King, and a Scottish Lady.
She was kind. And she wed her husband straight after arriving, two weeks after their first meeting.
She was horrified to find the two babes so small, with no names but their last. Beautiful as they were, no one cared for them as long as they were what they were, and it wasn’t like they could stop.
So she thought up an old saying of her own creation, and after a few tweaks, gave the babes the name’s Serenity and Mercy.
“When you offer Mercy, and it is accepted, Serenity soon comes.”
The perfect names for the young girls, and they lived in an uneasy balance for two years.
Then Elizabeth fell pregnant with her own child, and fell so ill for the duration that she was confined to bed.
The girls were terrified their “Mother” was going to die, and prayed to the Lord to spare her soul.
Maybe Hades was listening, or maybe it was just a coincidence, but Victoria was born on the 21st of May nonetheless with nothing more than a few tears from either part.
And Elizabeth never changed. She loved each of her children equally, and didn’t play favourites. A sweet harmony was created, where the small girls were neither allowed near Victoria nor allowed near her wing of the House.
It didn’t mean they cared though. Instead they made up their own games, with many a day spent in the forest, nearly living in the trees and shadows. Animals never really liked them, but they tried. They spent hours chasing their steeds and rabbits, chasing mice and deer.
Then that faithful day came.
Charles was a talented piano player. And he had spent many hours trying to teach his little grandchildren how to play a note worthy of Apollo.
They weren’t exactly the most toned children, preferring to play instead of sit and learn. So they naturally messed. But still, they were not allowed near Victoria, who played alone in a top floor room, with a balcony overlooking the grounds.
Everything seemed a little different that day. Mary laughed as they played with Charles. Elizabeth and Edward actually looked like they were in love. It was odd, and they should have known then it was the peaceful calm before the storm. A thud at the front of the home made the adults rush to the front door, and Elizabeth scream before collapsing. Edward cried. And the Grandparents stood shocked at the sight of the small babe, who had been walking a few months at that point, lying crumpled on the front lawn.

Elizabeth retracted into herself. She didn’t talk. She barely ate. She just lied in bed, staring out of the window, dead in more ways than one.

‘Mama?’ the small child’s voice pierced that air of the eerie room.
Serenity was scared of what Elizabeth had become. She didn’t look nice anymore. She looked haughty and scary, with bones that jutted out, and eyes that were sunken into her face. Nearly a year had passed since Victoria had fallen, and her Mama was slowly starving.
‘Mama? Mercy is sad. And you are sad too,’ she said, walking slowly forwards, before stopping at the end of the bed. Her Mama had not been out of this room in a very long time. And Serenity and Mercy had not been onside it in a very long time.
‘Mama? Papa is sad too…’ she trailed off then, because he was no such thing.
Edward seemed the same as he had been a year ago, except for the fact people had seen him cry once.
‘Do not lie to me child. He is anything but,’ Elizabeth said in a cracked, broken voice.
It was the first time in months Serenity had heard her talk.
She moved closer to the woman she loved, holding out her hand, before pulling it back sharply. She was still scary.
Elizabeth blinked musty eyes, looking to the babe in front of her.
‘You are scared of me? Of your Mama? That is a twist no-one saw,’ she said in that low voice.
‘You would be scared of you too Mama if you had looked. Your hair is very messy,’ Serenity laughed slightly, and moved in to sit at the edge of the bed.
‘And your Papa allows you to be here? He has allowed you here?’
‘Not that he knows my Lady. He thinks I am caring for Mercy, and then preparing for my lesson. But he forgot to lock the door,’ she smiled, knowing full well she had picked the lock to get here.
‘What is wrong with Mercy?’ Elizabeth asked, looking slightly alive for the first time in months.
‘She fell from a tree seven nights ago, and broke her leg. She has been told to stay off it and rest if she wants it to heal.’
She raised her eyebrows at her Mama, and smiled slightly.
‘Come here Babe,’ Elizabeth croaked, holding out her arms to her surrogate Daughter.
Serenity cuddled into her Mama, stroking a lock of dark brown hair and breathing heavily.
They lay there for hours. Who would have known how long?
And Serenity fell asleep snuggled into her arms, thinking maybe it was nearly time for Eliza to come back.


She did come back. She came back, but never exactly the same.

Nothing else really eventful happened. Mercy’s leg healed, with a few problems. She was unable to climb trees, because it was stiff to bend, and she had to use a cane for walking. But the two sisters just became closer, and Serenity even tried to make a way for Mercy to climb still.
The two young girls turned into two beautiful teenagers, with many suitors. Men lined up for the chance to ask for their hand in marriage, but Edward was waiting for his girls to mature fully before choosing. And anyway. They were not as wealthy as he hoped.
Then when Serenity and Mercy turned twelve, a stable boy named Henry caught the eye of his Master’s Daughter. A handsome blonde boy, he was saving to buy his ticket to America.
And Serenity fell in love with him. They spent night upon night watching the stars, reading, and running. Sometimes they just sat there talking. And he promised to take her with him. Her and her Sister, who he had some fondness of.
They each planned it perfectly. When he had enough, Henry would come to them in the night, taking them with him, and smuggling them onto the ship.
It was the best plan they had.
And it came into effect about five days after the girls thirteenth birthday. He came in the night, taking Serenity. But Mercy wasn’t able to get back. Because she had been brought to London to see another Doctor about her childhood injury, and if there was any more that could be done about it.
Serenity left a message for her Sister, telling her another boat was leaving in four days time, and she would be able to get that. She and Henry would wait in the new land for her.
The plan did not go through.
Because three days after Serenity left with her love, Mercy drowned a mile away from the village in a twist of fate.
Meanwhile, a few long months later, the two lovers arrived in the new world. Unknown to them, it wasn’t India, instead America. And they waited. And waited. And waited. But Mercy never came. On the next ship. Or the next ship.
They decided to move on, travelling in the night, as far as they could each time in this strange barren land.
And they, after a long while came across a strange building. Mirroring what Serenity’s house looked like back in England, they entered, and joined in the strange rituals and such inside.
For some reason, Henry and Serenity grew apart over a few days. And then he was gone. No warning. No letter. Nothing to say that he was leaving. He just… disappeared. And the building changed.
It became bigger, added new “Technology” more perks, more items. And she seemed to be in heaven. Things no-one would have believed in her old life appeared, games, guns, Sims, everything.
And then one day, she heard a voice.

‘Serenity…’ the voice from earlier said again, making me look up from an ingenious game involving little “Avatars” and “Sims”.
‘Who is speaking?’ I asked, slightly dazed, looking around.
The “Hotel” had grown so much. It now had a “Water Slide” and many more things which would have been classed as witchcraft in her life in England.
‘What are you on about dude?’ and boy asked from the game beside her, not even looking up.
‘I thought I heard something…’ she said, before turning back to her game.

A few hours later, her room was spinning and she smiled at the “Television”. Mini People… they were on it. And they were talking about horses, which she wasn’t too sad about.
‘Serenity…’ the voice said again, and this tome she was sure she heard it.
‘WHAT?’ she shouted, trying to concentrate.
A knock at the door brought her out of a daze and she stood, already thinking of going back to her game.
A tall woman stood at the door, and she smiled at the young girl.
‘Hello honey. May I come in?’ she asked, actually pushing past anyway.
She let her pass, and sat back on her bed, watching the TV and waiting for this lady to leave.
‘Serenity?’ the woman asked, standing at the edge of the bed.
‘Mmhmm,’ she replied, trying to look past her.
‘My child.’
That snapped the blonde girl from her show, and looked at the lady.
‘What?’ she asked confused now.
‘I don’t have much time, okay? My Father has a curfew for me too. But listen. Leave here. Get to about one mile south, and then you will be safe.’
‘Why? I’ve been here about a month, and everything just keeps getting better. Why would I want to leave?’
The lady smiled sadly, and shook her head.
‘Leave. While you still have some chance to. Please.’
Serenity stood, and almost ran to the door, wanting to get away from there.
‘My Daughter!’ the woman almost cried, pulling her back.
‘I don’t want to hear this. I don’t want to hear this,’ Serenity shouted, holding her hands to her ears.
‘Serenity! Leave! Just leave while you can my daughter.’
‘Momma?’ she asked, slightly taken aback.
‘You know in your heart. It hasn’t been a month. Not at all. You know it’s been longer,’ the woman had ignored her question, but there was no doubt.
This woman was her Mother.
‘Why do I have to leave?’ she asked, a little shocked, because for the first time in a month, she wasn’t thinking about the games.
‘Goodbye Serenity. It will all come clear soon.’
The woman touched the girl’s forehead, and next thing she knew, she was lying on soft, mossy grass with her head slightly woozy.
‘Willow! Heather! There’s someone here! And she smells like death..’ a voice from the shadows called, and two girls suddenly appeared seemingly from the foliage.
‘Guys, she seems a little disorientated…’ the brown haired one said softly, kneeling beside Serenity.
‘She smells like half-blood,’ a boy came from the shadows to her left, but he wasn’t a boy that she had seen before.
With the lower half of a goat, and a small goatee, he knelt beside the girl, and lifted her up to her elbows.
‘Your name girly?’ he asked.
'.. Serenity. Serenity Arrington,' she replied in a small voice.
The girls smiled at each other, and stepped forward.
'I'm Willow Hale, Nymph Daughter of Aglaia,' the brown haired girl said, bowing slightly.
'And I'm Amber Benson, Demi-god Daughter of Apollo,' the red haired girl said, laughing.
The goat boy stood, and pulled Serenity up.
'Don't forget me, Douglas Petrie, Satyr. And I'm putting a lot of faith in my nose with you, so I hope you’re a demi-god,' he laughed with the girl... Amber.
And she smiled. Serenity soon was recovered enough to walk with them to a "Bus Station" and get to Camp in a metal monster.


On the way to Camp, the four teens were attacked by three monsters. A Hell-hound, an Empuosa, and a Manticore.
Douglas and Amber kept the monsters at bay long enough for Willow to tell Serenity which way to go, and then the fight started.
It lasted a long while, and Serenity watched from the side, too scared to help, but too scared to run. She watched as Douglas was ripped apart.
The other two girls managed to run, dragging a shocked Serenity, and reached the base of the hill without much hassle, except for the fact they knew the monsters were still there somewhere.
And there they were. Amber took her last stand at the foot of the hill, and Willow was able to get their ward inside the barrier.
Serenity was given one look by Chiron, and then sent to the Hera Cabin, to be told what world she was in, and how much everything had changed.
After a few months, Serenity became so used to the technology and such, she tried to track down records on her Sister, Mercy. What she found put her into shock for two months, because she saw the records of her Sister's death.

She spent the next few months, and years living on and off in the real world. Learning more about this strange world distracted her from more serious matters, and she was happy to trek places, fighting when she needed to, and sleeping when she had to.

Physical Appearance:

    'Well I have green eyes. And straight blonde hair. And a tattoo going down from my neck to about the middle of my back. It reads "Live life to the full" in Japanese symbols. Yeah, I got it when I was in New Orleans about two months ago. Hurt like hell, but then again, there would have been more pain of it was in my time. And yeah. I look good. Not Queen of England good, but good. I mean, the Queen in my time. Not the Queen now. She's old.'


Serenity is actually average. 5'3", she has a lot of upper body strength. Her style are quick jabs, pivot's, and pretty much relentless, in fighting and training. Ares Camper's are her biggest opponents, because she can keep up with them in any type of fight, with nearly any weapon. She has a great understanding of the sword, maybe a little too much, and hates any weapon that doesn't have a blade. She is skinny, mostly because of her intense training, not for lack of food consumption. Her hands are small, and dainty with callouses from gripping weapons and working wherever she can.
Serenity has a small face, with pixie features. She has a pointed chin, that fits in with the rest of her appearance perfectly. Her lips are pale, but full. They are framed by two dimples, that only really appear when she smiles wide. Her teeth are a pretty white, slightly uneven.
Serenity's eyes are a light green, sparkling with all of her intelligence. They are framed by her dark eyelashes, which are usually lined with mascara.
She doesn't really have a set style, wearing whatever is comfortable at the time. She does have a preference to dark colors though, and owns a lot of muted greens and greys. Her shoes are a pair of worn converse or just plain sneakers. Her biggest fashion statement would have to be the amount of Jewelry she owns. Necklaces, Earrings, Bracelets, Rings. Never gold though, instead sticking with silver.
Her tattoo was gotten a few months ago, in a seedy tattoo parlor. Black ink, the symbols form the words "Live life to the full", from the top of her neck to the middle of her back.
She also has a small piercing at the top of her ear. Just on the arc, she wears a small stud there for the most part.
Serenity's hair is long, and colored blonde. A natural brunette, she prefers her color now. Very straight, it curls every so often, but she tries to stick to the same all the time. It falls loosely around her small face, a golden color fitting perfectly with her style.
Serenity has a slightly tanned complexion. She has no freckles, not even able to freckle.
Her ears are slightly elfin, with pointed tips, but only slightly.

Personality:

    'Well I don't like the talk to people I don't know. Does that help? Staying alone is like, better when your like, alone so yeah. I can be quite old fashioned I suppose. But given the fact I should be dead, well I think I've settled in pretty well, don't you? I love the outside, which is pretty much common knowledge. Yeah, I like to climb trees and swim. Not much really about me...'


Serenity could be described in one word as a rebel. Always has been, probably always will be, she makes her own rules, and doesn't even follow them. Maybe not to bad if she was from this time, but she's fit in a little too much into the 21st Century.
Her whole persona is basically "I don't care", and she doesn't. With nothing left the live for in this world, she lives for herself, and if people don't like that, then its you who can leave.
She's sarcastic, and loud, with strong opinions that she likes to get out. She don't like you? Well she's not going to grin and bear your talking and acting like your friends. She'll tell you, or just walk away. Everything is slightly beneath her, and she is just a loud mouthed person, who couldn't keep a secret if it was tied around her neck.
But then you see, she contradicts your opinion of her. She is quiet, and secretive, preferring her own company, and keeping it. She can be quite a good liar actually, able to convince people something she really wants them to believe. Not even near the power of charm-speak or silver-tongue, but there you go.
She can be nice, and is actually very loving when it comes to her friends.
She can adapt pretty well to many different things, many times and many places. And she has a great memory, things caught in her mind all day.
Serenity is a natural born planner, able to plan good enough battle strategies and such.
She is also the bigger person at times, walking away from a fight if its pointless. Able to calm down people at times to, she is what would be called a people person.
She is smart, maybe not seeming it, but its there. She knows things others wouldn't, and she knows things that others would forget.
A serious person, she's much more grown up then people give her credit for, but she just doesn't really act on her thoughts.
She needs to prove herself. A family trait, she doesn't even know it yet, but she thirsts to be noticed and to be cared for.
She can be very old fashioned. Sure, she's grown used to these customs and words, but she's still the English Lady she was raised to be. When she's angry or scared, her English accent and English words come out, and get put into overdrive.

Fatal Flaw:

    'I learned a long time ago about fatal flaws. Common knowledge back in the day. But just like now, no-one knew what their's was until it was much to late. Sure. I know I have trust issues. But that doesn't come under the fatal heading. I think.
    People always think they know. They know the thing they will die from. That they know enough to rise above their flaw. Some even think they know enough that they would notice their flaw, and stop it before it was to late. No. No-one can know how there gonna die. No-one knows whats gonna make them die. Its nothing you can know.'


Serenity has many flaws, many of which could be called fatal if caught in the wrong moment, but she is aware of a lot of them.
Her Fatal Flaw is Personal Loyalty. Not aware of her Sister being in Camp, if she was it could be disastrous. She would never want to lose her Sister again, protecting her with her very last breath. As it is, she protects her friends, and even people she barely knows until the last. It could be her downfall.
As she said, she has trust issues. Not the biggest threat considering she's able to handle herself, but when it comes down to it, she has no-one to watch her back. She may be a vicious opponent, but she is still just a little girl who had to grow up much to fast.

Pets:

    'Me? With a pet? As in, one I would have to care for and like, feed and stuff? Seriously, it would be dead within the hour.'


Not one for animals, Serenity. She loves them, but they don't like being around her. The whole Death Aura is enough to make sure of that.
She's trying to find herself a pet, but it comes down to the fact she needs one who won't run away from her.

Talents:

    'Well I'm good with a sword. And I like to run. Its a talent, or at least I think it is. I also love to climb. Anything really. Trees. Buildings. Climbing Wall.
    I'm not to good with anything else. I mean, yeah. I'm good enough at other things. Scrabble and Monopoly being two of them. But their like, material things. I don't really have any other talents.'


Sword Fighting: Well as Serenity said, she's a very talented sword fighter. Probably her best non-Godly Parent ability, she has had so many years to perfect it that she barely needs to think about it anymore. She almost always has her sword by her side, and can be found training in a dark corner of the arena nearly every day.

Photographic Memory: As it says. She has a photographic memory.

Running & Climbing: She learned these from such an early age. She is a fast runner, like a gazelle. And her climbing is very potent, as she's able to find grips in the most unnatural places.

Shadow Manipulation: She can manipulate shadow to form different things, and to cover items completely. It takes her concentration, but she has grown pretty strong at doing this certain thing.

Sinking Into Shadows: The most basic of abilities. She can sink into the shadows, and have them hide her from view completely. It is actually the only one that requires no concentration.

Shadow Travel: This has the terribly negative effect of either making her collapse or making her have a fit. It takes much to energy from Serenity that she uses it only in emergency's.

Death Sense: This is especially strong, because it comes from Macaria, Daughter if Hades. Serenity is able to sense someone who is dying, or who's time is coming. She can see their life force drain away.

Death Bringer: This is the most dangerous, controversial thing going in here. I may just get rid of this entirely, because I have no idea will I ever try this in a story line.
Basically, she can sacrifice half/all of her life essence to bring back a loved one. Not much to say with this one, because Shush, its a secret twist for my darling's Serenity and Thalia. To bring Thalia's redemption maybe.

Easy Access To The Underworld: Not something she has ever tried, but its a little common for a Child of Thanatos. She is able to access the Underworld easy, and able to exit as long as she eats nothing without to much hassle. Of course, she still needs to pay Charon if she goes through DA Recording Studios, but she has the added bonus of a 50% discount.

Underworld Sense: [Couldn't think about a cool name] She can sense open entrances to the Underworld. This is something that requires concentration, but it works. She has sensed at least three entrances in her lifetime, and a certain pull is about them. Almost like she's going home.

Aura: She has a very dark aura. Not much really, but even though people cannot see it, her aura exudes this terror from it. A weak version of what Macaria can do, she makes people scared to be around her. Even mortals can sense her aura, and even they are frightened of her. This happens more if she is angry, scared or upset.

Mist Control: Maybe one of her strongest talents. Serenity is able to manipulate the Mist. She's spent many a day in the Mortal World, so Chiron taught her himself how to use this nifty ability.

Weapons:

Serenity has a Stygian Iron sword, that has been by her side from her first day at Camp. She entered the Hera Cabin to find it lying on the bed assigned to her.
Okay, maybe not the actual sword. A silver necklace nestled in a raven black box, the pendant was a pair of pitch black wings. She touched it, and the whole thing shifted and changed until she held her sword. A gift from Macaria, she is skilled with it.
Serenity also has a small Celestial Bronze dagger, that she keeps in a holster to the side of her leg. Its her least used weapon, but there in case she ever needs it.
She rarely uses a shield.

Year-Rounder or Summer:

Year-Rounder

Other: Her color is DarkCyan



❝ we live in an age where everything is staged, where all we do is fake our feelings. i've been scared to put myself so out there, time is running out, need to let you know that -- last night i woke the F U C K up, realized i need you here, desperate as that sounds. ❞

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PostSubject: Re: Understand We'll Go Hand In Hand, But We'll Walk Alone In Fear, Tell Me, Where Do We Go From Here...    Sun Oct 07, 2012 12:43 pm


Thalia Jenkins, Daughter of Thanatos And Cursed Greek Lady


Name:
"Angelus" Thalia Jenkins
Nicknames:
Angelus, Angel, Taya
Gender:
Female
Age:
16
Birthday:
24th of August
God Parent:
Thanatos, God/Spirit of Death and Mortality. She is also a direct descendant of Atropos, The Severer of the Life Thread.
Claimed:
In many ways, yes. But then others would say no.
Mortal Family:

Evangalina's Family;

Mother (Beroe): Beroe was the poor Daughter of an old soldier. He was quite rich, but had many sordid relationships with servants and such, and that was how she was born. Never claimed by her Father, Beroe's Mother raised her with what she had, and kept her safe. She chose to leave when she was sixteen, because she had met Thanatos. They married, and soon she was pregnant with Evangalina Cylene, his first half-blood child. She cared for her Daughter as best she could, loving and caring for her with all her heart until the day she died. Thanatos had returned three years before, older, darker, but nearly more handsome. They had Beroe Clio, who unlike Evengalina, he had not named. When Beroe died, she watched on with horror and pain at what her eldest did, but still protected her from the slander people shouted. She had done what she had thought was right at the time, and despite everything, Beroe was glad to have a second chance at life.
She watched on as her Baby girl died at age eighteen, from an early form of Typhoid. Beroe lived another ten years after that, always in pain from losing both her children, and always waiting for that final day. She saw Thanatos again, when he took his first love to the Underworld.

    'My Mom? I.. I loved her, yeah. She always cared for me and stuff, always being kind, and never leaving me alone. I remember her really clearly... she had dark brown hair, with pretty emerald eyes. She was tall, and everyone marveled at that. People in the village where I lived... they were scared of being around her, and they had good reason. Most thought she was a witch, and that she was someone who you should be ashamed to see around or talk to. Mostly because she had two children with no man in sight. That was frowned upon in them days...'


Sister (Beroe Clio) : Evengalina's Sister, she was three years old when she was handed over in exchange of her Mother. Beroe Clio had an air around her that made people stay away. She always smelled of death, always scared the other children. The day she died, she understood what was going on more than others did. She understood, and she also knew it wasn't the end for her.

    'Beroe Clio was a beautiful Baby girl. I remember when she came... I had never seen my Mama with any Man, and when she came, I finally felt like I had someone just like me. But she was, well she was much like me, but also so different. No-one wanted to be around her. They could put up with me, but she seemed to have this Aura, this thing that made people scared. When my Mom... d-died, I did the wrong thing. I-I chose the wrong path, and I'm being punished for it... Can we please stop talking about Beroe Clio?'


Thalia's Family;

Mother (Beatrix Pratt Ne.Jenkins): Born into a rich family, she was always that little bit different. An only child, many stayed away from her while playing in the yard. An air around her, something like death, or the end. This was because she was yet again the reincarnation of Beroe, Evangalina's Mother, and the first life had come to pass again. Given the form of an unclaimed half-blood Daughter of Atropos. She met Thanatos, sure of herself when he fell in love with her. Soon they had a beautiful baby girl, named Thalia Jenkins.

    'My Mom in this life. She's amazing. Everything was different for her, because of who her Mom was. She had the same air as Beroe did... and she was always alone because of it. William was the only man I had ever seen love her and not care about the type of girl she was. And their wedding was so sweet. Until Chiron came of course, and he was a little scared. I haven't really spoke to her since...'


Step-Father (William Pratt): Born into an old English family, he is a crisp, upper class gentleman. After seeing Beatrix outside with her Daughter, he tried to work up the courage to ask her out. They soon fell head over heels, with so much in common it was nearly criminal. Soon an engagement was in order, then a marriage. That was ruined by the fact Chiron turned up and took away Thalia. He was quite... well shocked to be told about his Step-Daughter, but stuck by his Wife.

    'He's great I suppose. I mean, I don't exactly like him, but he's perfect for my Mom. Kind, and a perfect gentleman. While I suppose he must be pretty mortal, he seems almost inhuman cheering her up. I've seen him look at her, and know when I leave he'll be the best to stay with her. No matter what, I guess he'll be there, because now I can't imagine him not.'


Unborn Baby (UNKNOWN): Beatrix recently cheated on her loving Husband, with the handsome Thanatos. Baby was conceived, and Thalia has yet to know about her soon to be born Sibling.

Years in Camp:
Two Years, Nearly Three.

Brief History:

    'I don't really want to t-talk about my past. I mean, I don't have a problem with it, but its hard to know what past. Like, I've had so many that you wouldn't have enough time to listen. Many of them ended badly. As far as I can remember, and yeah, I have a great memory, only about three of them ended in old age and marriage. And in only one did I have a Daughter. So yeah. Basic if you don't count I should be dead for a few hundred years. Okay. Maybe a few thousand. But it doesn't make that mush of a difference. I still should be dead.
    My Mom, my original one, I think she died disappointed in me. After... Beroe Clio... well I don't think she loved me anymore. And right she was. I don't deserve that love. I deserve instead the punishment the Gods have given me.'


Thalia was born more than 2’000 years ago, at about the middle of the Greek Reign. It doesn’t make sense you say? It soon will…

Thanatos watched the woman he loved. Her soft brown eyes were scared… and who could blame her. The doctor was coming… and the Baby was to be born soon.
‘My love! I cannot do this!’ she breathed, lying on the dirty bed.
She spoke in the Ancient tongue, her words foreign and strange. But he was able to understand them perfectly.
‘You must Beroe. For how will you back out now? The babe will be born tonight, of that I am sure,’ the dark-haired man replied, holding her hand tightly within his own.
‘How can you be sure?! You know not of the Gods wishes,’ she cried, in pain.
‘I know enough to know of this…’ he replied softly, stroking her head.
She cried out again, and looked at him wildly. She knew something was not right about her Husband. And she knew now that he was different.
‘You must never tell the words I shall utter to anyone Beroe. That is of vital importance. If anyone was to know, then the babe would be hunted, used, hurt,’ he said, looking into her eyes once more, with the deepest sincerity.
‘I shall not my love. I shall never utter what is about to be said under this roof. By the King of the Heavens Zeus, I swear it,’ she managed to gasp, the pain coming quicker now.
‘Swear not by Zeus, and his inconstant ways. Swear by the dark waters of the River Styx, which holds the secrets of the Underworld, and the domain of Hades.’
She stared at her love, shocked he would invoke the God of the Underworlds name when new life was to be born. Shocked that the River Styx was to be sworn upon. But she nodded hard, and spoke the words with such sweet determination, that even Thanatos felt the pain behind them.
‘I swear upon the River Styx. For my child will always be loved, no matter what is spoken of her in this dark hovel.’
He blinked away his own few tears, and took a deep breath, before saying what had been held back for almost two years.
‘She is but a demigod. A hero. Destined for such trials I cannot fathom. For my love, Beroe, I am not a poor shepherd. I am Thanatos, and she is my Daughter. She is my Child, and I claim her at this moment. Whatever else happens in these terrible years, she will know love and adoration. For she is Evangalina Cylene, two names which mean beauty and angel.’
His wife cried out, and he knew if she was in the position, she would have bowed. Many people had heard the stories of Godly children, and had even tried to track them. But it was another to wait until one came to your small village, or even a faker. It was another to be told that you had carried one for eight months, and loved one.
‘You lie Tomas! You lie horribly to your poor wife! A babe on the way, and it is said that I am in the presence of an Immortal? Bite your tongue for cursing our child on this terrible night!’
She was in denial. And rightly so. For if it had been him, and then he would two.
‘But my love, I do not lie. How could I ever lie to the face that holds so much beauty? She is of Godly blood, and she is destined for great things. Many would make others turn away in disgust. But she will have courage, if only one person believes in her. She is my first child. My first hero. And she will bring me honour, just as she will never forget who matters most!’
She looked at him with a hard, cold stare. And there they stayed for a few minutes, her crying in pain at times, but her eyes never straying from his.
‘She is your child? And you are in truth an Immortal? A God among men? She is your first Daughter?’ she finally asked.
'Yes. She is my first demi-god child. Many more will come, but she is the first. And I am not so much as a God as the almighty Zeus and Poseidon, or my Master Hades.’
Beroe’s eyes softened and a smile fell on her cracked lips.
‘Then she will be loved. If I know you are there, somewhere, then I will never let her forget who she is.'
With that, her Husband stood.
‘The doctor is here. And with his arrival, I leave you… I am sorry my love. But she will never know me.’
And with a light kiss to her forehead, and her pleas behind him, he turned melting into the shadows.

When the doctor left, she was still crying. With her dark-haired baby lying beside her on sheets ragged and prickly, Beroe cried for Evangalina Cylene. Of the fate that Thanatos had warned at. For she wanted that to be gone. She did not wish for her child to be hurt.

As Beroe finally slept, the tall, hard eyed man crept inside. Or well, he melted back from the shadows. Thanatos looked different, much older, and much more tired looking, but he crept to the side of his wife.
Picking up the tiny premature baby, he held her close, stroking one of her dark curls.
She blinked at him with dazed eyes, awake still, but not crying. And his true essence, the essence of death did not bother her. She seemed to relax into his arms, keeping her eyes on this strange man.
‘Evangalina Cylene. My Daughter. Whatever happens in these hard years, whatever trials are thrown your way, then keep that in your mind. You are mine,’ he whispered, lowering his head and kissing the top of her head.
Placing her onto the covers, he summoned a small little figure, a wooden doll. Blackwood made its body and such, with a simple covering of primitive paint making it colourful, in a faded way. The doll had been formed from the shadows, and was made to last but one hour.
‘Goodbye Angel. Things will go wrong. Beroe will not be the person she was made out to be. But you will prevail, if you have but one person who stands by you. Because when the darkness threatens, and the whole world is against you, just turn on a light. It will guide you to the future that is yours.’
He turned then, and melted back into the place he had come from, muttering one last thing to himself.
'Born to early… Born too early…'


Evangalina grew into a strong willed, pretty toddler. Her curls grew longer and longer, and her Mother could not bear to part with them. And she was taught the way of life from that time. Everything. The Gods. The Goddess’. Thanatos especially.
But everyone steered clear of the young girl. She has this Aura, this sensation that people sensed around her, that made them leave the poor girl all alone. She sensed things they did not, and she was punished for it.
But she wasn’t attacked. She wasn’t hunter like her Father had warned. Instead, she grew fond of wood land animals. Especially bunnies. They were the only things other than her Mother that had no problem. Instead, they lurked around her.
Then Beroe Clio was born. Evangalina was seven when she was, and was slightly curious on why her Mother had never been seen around someone.
But she cared for her younger sister, until she was three years old.
The darkest day of the year was when the poor Childs life changed for the worst.

For when she returned home at midday, her Mother was dead. Killed in a horrible accident, falling from a stool while hanging meat. Her neck had snapped instantly, and she had been dead for a few hours at the least when Evangalina found her.
Beroe Clio was sitting in the corner, shocked, but also slightly fascinated at the site before her. Much darker than Evangalina herself, she had never been held by anyone but her Mother and Sister. People felt afraid around the child, much more than around Evangalina.

She cried. She howled. But nothing she did made her mother move, or even make the room seem warmer. Everything was different. And she hated those hours.
But then, she shouted something terrible that altered the outcome of the rest of her life. Simple, to a ten year old girl. Almost normal when such pain was being felt. But to the powers that existed then, it was a way to bring her fate to pass.
‘For my Mama’s life, I will willingly give you anything. A single thing that the Gods desire for such a feint, then know that by the River Styx, and the dark void of Tartarus, I swear it will be given! Come Hades, Dark Ruler of the Underworld! If you be as strong, then come and prove it to a poor girl and her small sister!’
She shouldn’t have said the words. She should have accepted fate, and left to find someone else as soon as the body had been found.
But she hadn’t.
A deep mist, with a terrible stench appeared inside the small house, making everything darker, deeper, and scarier.
Hades stepped from that mist. And he knew where to find the girl who had commanded him so surely.
'You do not call upon me with such certainty urchin! I will smite you down, you along with the brat!’
The man scared her. He was tall, with violent features, and terrible robes. But it had worked. Whatever she had said, it had made the God of the myths appear to her.
She stood, pain aching in her body parts from lying on the cold hard floor for so long. But she squared her shoulders, and looked at him with her head held high. Until she knew what she was going to do, then she was not going to cower or bow.
‘My Lord Hades! I offer you a bargain for my Mother’s soul!’ she called to him, aware he could kill her at a moment’s notice.
‘You know what I do to intolerant children like you? I kill them…’ he trailed off, looking into her black eyes.
‘Well well. Evangalina Cylene. Daughter of my servant. I have heard of you, and I have heard of her,’ he gestured towards Beroe Clio, and looked back to the tall child starring at him, ‘The fact you ask for a bargain amuses me, given who your Father is. Your grief and pain was enough that your words were heard by me. So speak child, before I grow less amused and decide to let you meet your Mother again.’
But she wasn’t scared. Evangalina had been so frightened of the people in her village and what they would do, but this man amused HER, and made her want to laugh. She had no fear from the Aura around him.
‘Lord Hades, God of the Underworld, I ask for my Mother’s soul to be given back. To allow her to live again. I ask that you give back her innocence and her beauty, and allow her to breath the air upon this mortal plain again….’ She thought about that for a minute, knowing it wasn’t going to be enough, ‘And I ask you take my soul instead. Take me to the Underworld, and leave me anywhere there where it pleases, be it Punishment or Elysium, or even the dank fields of Asphodel. For with my Mother gone, there is no more purpose for me.’
He seemed to smile, although it was hard to tell. But it became obvious he found it funny when he gave a hearty laugh.
‘Child, that task requires a mighty sacrifice. And I am afraid the simple exchange of your soul would not make me give your Mother back. It was decreed you would offer, and I have been denied taking. But if there was another… another soul that you could exchange. Someone who is neither as innocent as you or your Mother, but with no power other than her fear…’
A two faced man appeared behind Hades, a key in his left hand. Both faces smiled at her, and she had to choose. She knew. There was one choice, and there was another. But the question was which choice to take. Which path to take.
And Evangalina knew what he meant. She knew who he was talking about, and she was disgusted at the words that came to her. She hadn’t even believed it was her saying them until afterwards.
‘Beroe Clio! Come here to meet someone who will bring Mama back to us,’ she called to the three year old huddled in the corner.
Hades smiled now, visible as the chubby toddler walked towards him and her Sister.
‘Galina? The dark man help?’ she asked in her light voice, looking up at him.
Evangalina took her Sister’s hand, and held it tightly, leaning and giving her a kiss on the forehead, and a tight hug.
‘Beroe Clio, you’re helping Mama. And we may not talk again, but you’ll always know that in your soul. And wherever you end up, know that I love you, even if people tell you otherwise.’
The small child looked at her Sister with intelligent eyes, and Evangalina felt terrible when she said her next words.
‘I’m going away?’ she asked.
Her Sister nodded, looking down into her eyes, and then looking back to Hades, who had watched with bewilderment that she would do the thing suggested to her.
‘Lord Hades, I give you Beroe Clio’s soul, my Sister, and someone who is neither as innocent as me or my Mother. Let her rest in peace.’
And she handed the child’s hand to him.
He smiled down at the small babe, and then she was gone in a poof of dark smoke.
‘I suppose your bargain worked after all child. Beroe Clio is at Peace, and your Mother returned to you,’ as he talked, a cough from where Beroe had been lying sounded, dry and raspy, ‘but I am afraid some will not be happy. Actually, the only one who I sense isn’t is your Father, even though his Daughter was just killed. But anyway child. You will pay dearly for this, I am afraid. Until next time.’
And then he was gone, and sensing the danger, Evangalina turned as a bright light pierced the growing darkness outside and inside.
Then quickly, she fell to her knees beside her Mother, already crying, with it already sinking in what she had done.
‘Mama! Beroe Clio…’ she cried, too scared to touch the crumpled figure coughing on the ground.
Beroe turned around and tears glistened on her face.
‘Child… What did you do? Nothing comes without a price… Nothing….’
Before Evangalina could react, her mother pulled her with shaky arms into a tight hug, almost like how she had hugged Beroe Clio in those final moments.
She didn’t seem sad. Or angry. Or anything else. She just cried on her Daughter’s shoulder, knowing that one child was gone, and the other doomed.


Evangalina had brought her Mother back. But at a terrible, fatal mistake of her own. While Beroe Clio had always been destined to be given up in that moment, Evangalina was broken.

Zeus and the 12 Olympian council had watched the whole thing. Hades had been on Olympus until that moment, so it was hard not to.
Now Thanatos was called to the Council. Janus was called.
And the group took a vote. The child was a threat, and a liability. If her pain and rage had made it she was able to talk to Hades, then all of that power was locked inside her, and she would make a useful hero. At one time, they even thought she might be the hero to fight against the Giants and Gaia. But she had fallen ill of her own choices, and sacrificed a small girl to save someone whose life was spent.
Athena, Hera, Dionysus, Hecate, Hades and Poseidon sided with the girl. A few were uncertain. But the majority said she was dangerous, unpredictable, and needed her punishment. But the Fates had not decreed her to die just yet. She still had a life ahead of her.
So they came to a compromise. She needed to be punished, and she couldn’t be killed just yet. So the young girl was cursed.
She would live for many years. Forever in fact. But she would never be immortal. She had to go through all of the pain, the death, the hardship. And she was always destined that. She would live generations, but never be at rest. Her spirit was to be punished for as long as seen sit, and her life was to be full of pain and trials.
But they mucked it up slightly. Some Gods took pity on her. So when it came to it, she was decreed to remember every life. Every personality. Every name. And that was the downside.
Evangalina was also decreed to be a half-blood in every life. Whichever life was given to her soul, it was a half-blood life. Life of even more pain and sorrow, even more death, a shorter lifespan, the whole nine yards.
But it had its upside because she learned.

She died at age eighteen in Ancient Greece, her Mother beside her, from a terrible disease.
Bu the poor girl was thrown back into life. This time as a wealthy princess, named Cylene.
And she remembered. Every life brought her terrible tragedy.
In her third life, Evangalina became a Daughter of Zeus. None of the Gods were able to exactly track her in every new life. So it was almost a mistake she became what she did.
It became obvious to her. She knew who she was, and when she met Chiron, she told him straight away, because she didn't know what to do. He was worried, and took her where she could be trained in her own powers and such. And he understood. He didn't tell anyone else, and he definitely didn't judge her answers from her first life.
Instead everything actually went right. She lived a long life, made some friends, and kept her identity hidden.
Evangalina died at age 28, with a Husband and a Daughter named Beroe after her Mother.

Her lives seemed to fly by. For about 900 years, Chiron was able to track down the Young Girl at an early age so nothing would tempt her to another terrible fate.
But then when she was reincarnated into a Daughter of Apollo, he lost track of her essence.
So she was on her own. Able to remember proper facts and such, she was able to fight, and to fend for herself.
Her fighting style became solitary and strong.
And she was pretty okay. Understanding why she was cursed meant she understood she needed to stay away from her family. She didn't want to endanger any of them, feeling guilty and sad that her own Sister had been the first person to pop into her mind when she thought of death.

Then the balance of power changed. Nemesis understood Evengalina's deep pain and sadness that rooted in her curse.
So she gave her daughter another chance, for Evangalina had been born in that generation as a Daughter of Nemesis.
So her next life was her strangest and her newest.
Thalia Jenkins was born to Beatrix and Thanatos on a cold winter day. It was the first time since her first life that she had been a Child of Death.
And that was it. They weren't able to kill her. They weren't able to revoke her spirit. The Gods had put her in the same situation as before.
Because Beatrix was the third reincarnation of Beroe, her original Mother.

Total coincidence, but Thalia knew what was going on. Despite Beroe/Beatrix not knowing, she did and kept away from her Mother. She ran away multiple times, but fate brought her back. The cops. The weather. And once, a tall man who had seemed familiar in some way had stopped her and brought her back.
Then Chiron finally found her two years ago, just as her Mother was getting married. They were on Miami Beach, and the wedding was very upper class and rich. He was a wealthy business man, and a little shocked when Chiron explained Thalia needed to leave with him.
But they allowed it, saying if it would mean the strange occurrences would stop, and then they were happy to have their Daughter trained and such.

Thalia went to Camp, but she didn't exactly like it. She preferred to train herself, and after an amazingly long time as a solitary person, being at Camp made her retract.
After so many years as a confident, cocky girl, she was back to her old life. The only thing different was the names...
She knew it. But no one else did.

Physical Appearance:

    'M-My appearance? Well I have blonde hair. Pretty curly I suppose... and green eyes. I don't know the exact color. Maybe hazel? N-No? Just green, okay. I'm tall I suppose. Or well, not taller than like, many others. And my style is like, light colors. I have a tattoo. Yeah. Its em, on my wrist. A small star. I've had it tattooed in the same place for the last two of my lives...'


Thalia stands at 5'2". Not really tall, but also not small. She can handle herself pretty well. She never had much upper body strength, but as soon as she arrived at Camp, it all sorta changed. Because she had to be around people, she used it to her advantage in the way she trained with the Ares Camper's a lot. They would try to fight her, or the other way around. It gave Thalia an understanding of the sword which she made a habit of using, and enough muscle that she could lift most weapons. Her waist is pretty skinny, after suffering from anorexia for a year of her life. She wasn't as bad as some, but Thalia has been unable to gain that wait back. Her hands are small and dainty, slightly hardened from holding the hilt of a sword. She has long fingers, and is always fidgeting with something small.
Thalia has a small face, with pixie features. She has a pointed chin, that fits in with the rest of her appearance perfectly. Her lips are pale, but full. They are framed by two dimples, that only really appear when she smiles wide. Her teeth are a pretty white, slightly uneven.
Thalia's eyes are a light green, sparkling with all of her intelligence. They are framed by her dark eyelashes, which are usually lined with mascara.
Thalia has a slightly tanned complexion. She has no freckles, not even able to freckle.
Her ears are slightly elfin, with pointed tips, but only slightly.
Thalia's hair is long and blonde. It is curly, and she usually wears it loosely around her face. She has visible brown roots, because yes, she is a natural brunette. A golden blonde, it is her usual color. She dyes it every so often, and no-one at Camp has ever seen her fully brown. Her eyebrows are brown, and perfectly plucked by the beauty stylist person.
Her style is light colors. She is not exactly a clothes conscious person, instead more into doing her nails and such. Baggy tops and jumpers, with jeans or sweat pants. Her shoes are usually a pair of worn converse. Thalia doesn't wear mush jewelry, but a silver cross and bracelet set. Her ears are pierced, but other than the occasional pair of hoops, she wears small studs in a variety of colors.
She has three tattoo's, gotten at separate times the end of last year, beginning of this one. The only one she shows to people is the small black star on her wrist. As Thalia said, she has had it tattooed in the same place for the last two of her lives. It is slightly faded, as the tattoo was the first one she got in this life.
Her second is a black Japanese Symbol for Wisdom. It is just behind her ear, down a little. Not as small as the star, it can be noticed on the rare occasion she laughs or when she shifts her head slightly.
The third is the most recent, and currently bandaged. On her ankle, it got infected a few days after getting it, and she was in agony for hours before being brought to the hospital. Nearly better now, she uses the crutches given to her only when she is having a bad day. She feels they give her much unwanted attention, and she hates using them, preferring instead to bare with the pain. It is yet another Japanese symbol, this time for Life. She was trying to show her difference to death in every way that she could, and the Life symbol was the best she could think of.
Thalia is thinking of one more tattoo on her waist, for Faith. She has yet to decide though, after being told wait at the very least a month before getting a new one.

Personality:

    'M-Me? Well I suppose I'm nice... I mean, I'm not exactly mean. I just prefer my own company. Maybe I'm sarcastic at times. And I'm quiet I suppose. I like the shadows. M-Maybe you could just talk to me and find out. I don't like talking a-about me anyway. I was told by a d-doctor I have a stutter because I get too nervous around people. But o-other than that, not much to say about me...'


Thalia is kind. She has learned so much compassion for every person and every thing in her long sad life that she knows no boundary's when she shows her kindness. She would give up everything, every piece of material wealth, even her life, to save or help her friends, potential friends, or her family. They mean the world to her, because after being a part of so many, she has learned such strong family values.
That's another thing about her. She is a strong person. Maybe not brave or anything, but no-one could be brave after what she has seen and done. So many years full of pain and sorrow, she isn't able to get it from her mind. Its stuck there, and she has learned from that. But she isn't strong when it comes to her past lives. Even thinking about them makes her stutter worse and she clams up.
As my darling said, she was diagnosed with a nervous stutter. She warms to people easy, and that stops it at points, and also when she's on a role, but the fact that its there makes her seem slightly strange and weak.
While she is a very strong, intelligent voice to have around, it takes her a while to think through her sentences and such. Her opinion may be valued, but most Camper's know not to ask her, because she will just get to nervous.
Large crowds make her even more nervous than usual, and she can't stand to be near more than ten people.
As she said, she can be quite a bit sarcastic. Or more accurate, it comes without her realizing it. When she was Lily, she was a cocky blonde girl, who knew how to use her looks, and was terribly sarcastic. It seems to come out in her at times, when she is angry, or scared.
Thalia also has a good enough sense of humor. Many don't realize it, because she doesn't really talk, but she can take a joke pretty well, and had even pulled a few pranks in her few thousand years.
She has a very short attention span, and is terribly flighty. Having no qualms over killing, etc, its a strange trait for her to have, but that's Thalia. She doesn't follow stereotypes.
She is also been known to be a sort of rebel. Again, you wouldn't really notice it, if you didn't know her well. But she has never been one to back away from a fight, or to follow rules. Its a family trait from her first life, and seems to have been mirrored in every life since.
Thalia is also very intelligent. Maybe its her memory. Maybe her curse has a proper upside. But she is a great strategist when she actually puts her mind down to it, and can memorize poems and massive paragraphs from books.
She has a slight need to prove herself. The one thing she wants is to meet her Father, and to ask Zeus how she can redeem herself.
It has almost become an obsession for her to do something to show the Gods she can be good. But she has yet to show it in any life, or maybe she has and they just weren't watching that day.

Fatal Flaw:

    'I was told by Chiron many years ago that everyone... or at least every hero had a fatal flaw. I don't really know what mine is. Maybe because its fatal. I don't think I'm supposed to know what my flaw is just yet I mean. Maybe in a few years time, maybe in another few lives, I'll know what it is if I'm lucky. But until then... well maybe not. My fatal flaw may be something really simple, seeing as though its probably killed me about ten times. But I don't like to dwell on each death. Because I don't have the strength to. Every piece of pain blots out how I died. All I know is I did. Maybe that's my flaw. The fact I have no strength to deal with pain and suffering. Or maybe that's because I've died so many times, been hurt so many times. Every life is full of pain. It could be my curse that is my fatal flaw. Its the reason I can remember every single life after all. I sacrificed Beroe... well I killed someone to save my Mom. That little thing cursed me into this life, where I have no idea which life will be my last. All I know is I have flaws. And each of them mean my death in the end.'


Thalia's fatal flaw is her strong personal loyalty. She would sacrifice anything, even her own life to save her loved ones. They come first for her, and she would never leave them to be hurt, or allow them to be hurt.
She also has another flaw. It contradicts her first one in so many ways, but that was always the way with Thalia. Even when she was Evangalina. Thalia knows right from wrong. And when it means saving the world, or even just one person dear to her, she will do what needs to be done. While her other flaw points towards she would never allow someone dear to her be hurt, she also knows what has to be done. If given the choice to save the world by killing a love one, or watching as they whole wide world died, she would do what needed to be done, by sacrificing the loved one.

Pets:

    'William... he never liked pets, so I wasn't allowed to get one. As for the mouse... well that was something Mom told me not to speak about. But I was thinking of g-getting one...'


None. But as darling Thalia said, she's thinking of getting one. Its just the matter of finding the right pet for her.

Talents:

    'W-Well I'm good at sword fighting I suppose. I've had so many years that I can perfect fighting skills and stuff, but I prefer fighting with a long range weapon. It gives more space to get around an opponant and stuff. I guess I like fighting with a knife, and I'm okay with a Bow and Arrow, but yeah. Not really an all rounder like say the Hermes children. I was a Daughter of Hermes a few times actually, some to think of it...'


Sword Fighting: Well as Thalia said, she's a very talented sword fighter. Probably her best non-Godly Parent ability, she has had so many years to perfect it that she barely needs to think about it anymore. She almost always has her sword by her side, and can be found training in a dark corner of the arena nearly every day.

Photographic Memory: As it says. She has a photographic memory. Maybe that's how she can tell you intimate details about every one of her lives. She could tell you how the Salem Witch Trials actually started. And how she was convicted because she was a Daughter of Hecate. She could tell you what Dionysus looked like as a human. What Chiron looked like back in his day. Everything is stored inside of her mind.

Shadow Manipulation: She can manipulate shadow to form different things, and to cover items completely. It takes her concentration, but she has grown pretty strong at doing this certain thing.

Sinking Into Shadows: The most basic of abilities. She can sink into the shadows, and have them hide her from view completely. It is actually the only one that requires no concentration.

Shadow Travel: This has the terribly negative effect of either making her collapse or making her have a fit. It takes much to energy from Thalia that she uses it only in emergency's. It was a power she came across when she was on her way to Camp with Chiron. She sunk into the shadows, but thought about going to the Pine Tree. Her wishes brought her to the said Pine Tree, which was only about a mile away anyway, but she collapsed and wasn't able to move for three days.

Death Sense: This is especially strong, because it comes from both Thanatos and Atropos. Thalia is able to sense someone who is dying, or who's time is coming. She can see their life force drain away, and it scares her. She knows about this because when she was seven, Thalia watched her Grandmother die, and watched as her essence drained. For three days beforehand, she had sensed something wasn't right about her Grandmother, which she only realized years later was her death coming closer.

Death Bringer: This is the most dangerous, controversial thing going in here. I may just get rid of this entirely, because I have no idea will I ever try this in a story line.
Basically, she can sacrifice half/all of her life essence to bring back a loved one. Not much to say with this one, because Shush, its a secret twist for my darling Thalia. To bring her redemption maybe.

Revive: She once brought a mouse back to life. It was lying dead in her front garden, and a three year old Thalia was poking it for quite a while. And yes, it was definitely dead. But after about ten minutes, the mouse seemed to wake up from a pleasant sleep, and ran away. She has never forgotten that, but has never been able to do it again.
That day, she had to sleep for hours, and the next day. It drained the energetic little girl to bring back something as small as a mouse.

Easy Access To The Underworld: Not something she has ever tried, but its a little common for a Child of Thanatos. She is able to access the Underworld easy, and able to exit as long as she eats nothing without to much hassle. Of course, she still needs to pay Charon if she goes through DA Recording Studios, but she has the added bonus of a 20% discount.

Underworld Sense: [Couldn't think about a cool name] She can sense open entrances to the Underworld. This is something that requires concentration, but it works. She has sensed at least three entrances in her lifetime, and a certain pull is about them. Almost like she's going home.

Aura: She has a very dark aura. Not much really, but even though people cannot see it, her aura exudes this terror from it. A weak version of what Thanatos can do, she makes people scared to be around her. Even mortals can sense her aura, and even they are frightened of her. This happens more if she is angry, scared or upset.

Mist Control: Weak, and still something she could develop on. But in the last four of her lives, she has been learning this nifty little trick. It comes in handy, because while she sticks to the shadows, she has a nasty habit of showing her sword, or letting something slip.

Other: [Again, couldn't think of a name] The one time her pain and rage grew to boiling point, and she allowed it to get the better of her, she was heard by the Gods. Not exactly a power or ability. But she was heard by Hades when she offered an exchange, because of her grief.

Weapons:

Thalia has a pitch black Stygian Iron sword. Given to her by Chiron when he found her in this life, she had it for many lives at the beginning of her curse. Apparently given to her by her Father, who has strong connections in the Underworld, it transforms into her silver bracelet, with four charms. The other three were only recently added in these last few years. Charm one is the Omega Symbol, and is her original sword. Charm Two is a black Scythe, which transforms into you guessed it, a different form of her sword, a Scythe version. Charm three is a simple knife, which transforms into again another version of her sword, a plain knife. The Fourth Charm is a small flower, a Lily, in honor of her last life when she was named Lily. It transforms into a shield, and the only other charm on the bracelet that is an original weapon.
She need only tap one of the charms to get her weapon, and each has been a faithful weapon for many years.

Year-Rounder or Summer:

Year-Rounder

Other: Her color is LightSeaGreen.



❝ we live in an age where everything is staged, where all we do is fake our feelings. i've been scared to put myself so out there, time is running out, need to let you know that -- last night i woke the F U C K up, realized i need you here, desperate as that sounds. ❞

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PostSubject: Re: Understand We'll Go Hand In Hand, But We'll Walk Alone In Fear, Tell Me, Where Do We Go From Here...    Wed Oct 10, 2012 3:02 pm








Name:
Charlotte-Marie "Charlie" Grandge
Gender:
Female
Age:
Frozen at 17 years of age. Though, in reality, she's 25.
Birthday:
July 15, 1986
Godly Parent:
Iris (Ίρις), goddess of the rainbow and divine messenger
Claimed:
Yes
Years in Huntresses:
8 years
Group:
Gatherers

Mortal Family:
• Father (Oscar Grandge): Oscar Grandge used to be a care-free, wild, insane free spirit. He was artistic, crazy, random, overall, very right brain heavy. He, Charlie and Georgia would travel and go on adventure after adventure. It was a great life. Though Charlie was always more supportive of it than Georgia. When both Charlie and Georgia were almost killed, Oscar Grandge decided that it was time to find a spot and stay there. He actually got a real job at a bank, which Charlie hated. Soon, he became more and more organized and responsible. He started to dress nicely and not have paint on him. He covered up his tattoos every morning with clothing or coverup. Georgia was supportive of the change, but Charlie was not. Soon the change became just about permanent when he married Charlie's step mom, Chrissy.
    "My dad used to be great! When I was little we traveled, hopping from place to place, learning new things, meeting new people. It was amazing. The best life ever. But then that all ended. Me and my sister were in a "near death experience". It was just a hellhound. And we got away, so I don't know why it freaked Oscar out so much. Yes, I call my dad by my first name. Anyways, he decided that we were going to stop traveling, get a home, settle down, and stay there. Boring. But Georgia loved it. When my dad married Chrissy, things just got worse. He already worked at a bank, and then he marries this stuck up, rich, snooty little... Gah. She keeps him "contained". "Mustn't let daddy go out and embarrass the family with dirty hands!" I want my real dad back.. The one that my real mom fell in love with. But still, all in all, I guess he's a good parent."
• Step-Mother (Chrissy Grandge): Chrissy married into the Grandge family when Charlie was ten. She's a very uptight, proper, clean person. And Charlie hates her. Chrissy and Charlie's personalities both clash drastically. Chrissy is well-mannered, polite, and feminine. Charlie is not. She's messy, artistic, loud, rude, and strong. The only thing keeping them from murdering each other is Oscar. He is the person that steps in and talks to both sides rationally. In the end, Charlie and Chrissy agreed to be civil. And, to help that process, Charlie left.
    "Chrissy is just...ugh!' That woman has to have something shoved up her butt because she's so uptight all the time. She's proper, and a lady. Who gives a crap about being "a lady". Don't your parts do that for you?! I just don't understand her. Maybe if she hadn't forced my dad to completely change who he was, I might not mind her as much. But the woman comes in and changes our entire life. The way we eat, where we live, what we do, EVERYTHING. It all changed with two little words. "I do"."
• Sister (Georgia Grandge): Georgia Grandge is the "sensible sister". She is a little over a year older than Charlie and has apparently gained all the wisdom there is in the world in that year. She's a very smart, knowledgeable person. Almost overpoweringly so. When the Grandges were traveling, she was the one that kept the group in check. She was the one who cooked and was responsible. And she was always the one who asked if they could stop traveling and just calm down for a little bit. Charlie and Georgia don't always see eye to eye, but they get along generally well.
    "Georgia is my big sister. Though she acts like she's learned all there is to know about the world in that one year. She thinks she knows everything. And I have to say, the most upsetting part of that, is that she often is right. I don't inositol how se can remember these things and names and crap that I don't give a hoot about. I swear, she has a photographic memory. Anyway, me as my sister got along better when we were travelling. Georgia isn't a very stubborn person. So when we would argue, I would win. But then something went her way. We settled down. And it, like, lit this fire to get what she wanted in her. It was dangerous. Because now there three, equally stubborn Grandge women in the world. But when we finalł settled down, she became even worse. She was convinced that this would help our father "grow up". And then she supported the marriage from the Underworld. She was decided on her opinion if the union in less than a week. She loved it. She said it was helping him "Keep up and wake up!" did you ever think that maybe he doesn't want to do those things?! Nate he just wants to eat pizza in bed. He has his entire life to grow up, why would you want more of it? Sometimes I just didn't understand Georgia."
• Half-Brother (Michael Grandge):
Michael Grandge is the child of Oscar Grandge and Chrissy Grandge. Therefore, he is Charlie's half-brother. Michael is six years of age, but has only met Charle twice in his entire lifetime. Though, it's not because Charlie doesn't try to visit. Chrissy believes that the Greek gods thing is "evil", since she's a devout Catholic. Charlie has called her out on her beliefs, shown her abilities, but Chrissy just believes she worships "Satan". And when Charlie came back with "Well actually, it's Hades, and I give offerings to all the gods," Chrissy snapped. She refused Charlie any contact with Michael after that. Charlie has tried to send him an Iris message so she can meet her half-brother, but it's no use. Chrissy watches him like a hawk.
    "Michael...the one time I met him he was the sweetest little boy. It seems like he's the only good thing that came out of their marriage... But, that good thing was taken away by the cruelest person to ever live. Chrissy. She thinks I worship Satan! Pah! No, dolt, that's not why I have these abilities. I have these abilities because your husband and my dad got it on with a goddess. I just don't get it... She lets Georgia see him! OH wait, that's right. Georgia didn't want to be a Huntress. She said it was too much work that would be unfulfilled. Well I don't believe that. It's the most rewarding experience I've ever had. But because it comes with immortality from age, Chrissy doesn't let me see Michael. And because I'm not like Georgia. I won't push my heritage under a rug just like that. "

Brief History:
    "My history, the early parts of it, was the best! I traveled around with my dad and my big sister. We got along, most of the time, and saw the most amazing things! My dad was my hero. He was so strong and adventurous. I wanted to be just like him. But then those times ended. Georgia and I, being demigods, started to have a scent. And a strong one, apparently. We were attacked in one of our trips by a hellhound. Georgia got stitches in her back, and I broke my arm. But we got away! So I don't know why Oscar insisted on us "settling down". Georgia loved it, but I hated it. And then things just got worse and worse. Oscar married Chrissy. And she completely changed him. Granted he was changing for himself a little bit before, but she really solidified it! No painting, no tattoos, she made him cover up his current ones, no contact with me and he had to dress nicely. Well after those rules were put into effect, I followed Georgia, who had gone to Camp Half-Blood a year before. I didn't stay there long, though. I was recruited to the Huntresses, made the pledge, and it was the best choice I ever made. I love the Hunters. They're more of a family to me than my real family. I don't have to deal with men, I travel around, get to shoot things with arrows, and live with the goddess Artemis and the rest of the Hunters. WHat could be better? I'll answer that for you. Nothing."
Charlie was born in Portland, Oregon. Though she didn't live there for very long. Only about two years after Charlie was born, the family of three began to travel. At first, it wasn't very far travels and they always returned to Oregon. But as time went on, they went further and further out into the world and they returned home less and less. Oscar paid the bills for their house when they would return home, so they still owned it, but they never lived there. It was like an empty thing that they could always come back to. The family would stay in hotels, at strangers houses, or even rent an apartment for their travels to different places. They stayed all over the world. They backpacked across Europe, took a safari through Africa, dove into Asian culture, and explored the ruins of South America.
However, when Charlie was seven and Georgia was eight, the two girls were attacked by a hellhound. Georgia had to get stitches in her back and Charlie broke her arm. After that experience, Oscar realized that taking the girls all these places was exposing them to the monsters wanting to kill them. It was dangerous. And he had to prevent his girls from being hurt. The Grandges moved back to Portland, Oregon and "settled down". Oscar got a job at a bank and started working there, much to Charlie's hatred for the boring job. While at said job, Oscar Grandge met his soon-to-be wife, Chrissy Sarlton. Or, as she was soon to be known, Chrissy Grandge. Charlie never understood why her father married such a boring, dull, proper, annoying woman. When she tries confronting him about his decision, he gets upset. "It's what's best for the family!" he says. Charlie has stopped asking about the marriage over the years, though it's mostly because she wants to preserve whatever kind of relationship she has with her father for as long as possible. When Charlie was fourteen, she went to Camp Half-Blood, as her sister did the year before her. Charlie was claimed almost immediately, since Georgia had already been claimed as well. She spent three years with her half-siblings and it was better than home, but something was still missing. She didn't feel complete at camp. It was nice and friendly, but she felt like she wasn't living her life to the fullest. And then, one day, The Hunters of Artemis came to camp to recruit and Charlie knew that's what she wanted to do.
At the age of seventeen, Charlie Grandge became a Hunter of Artemis. She's traveled around with her adoptive family. She's had close calls, lost friends, and had happy times with the rest of the girls as well as Lady Artemis, who she respects more than anyone else. Charlie has been a Huntress for eight years and, despite the fact that it cut her from her relationship with her new half-brother, she will tell anyone who asks that it was the best decision she ever made.

Physical Appearance:
    "My appearance? I mean...I guess it's pretty normal? I don't know! All of the girls in the Hunters say that I'm pretty. But we're not really ones to care much about looks. I'm average I suppose. Average height, weight, beauty, things like that. I have tattoos, if that means anything to you. It probably doesn't. Just look at me or something! Holy crap, don't make me describe myself..."
Charlie stands at about 5'9" in height, so she's on the taller end of the female height spectrum. She has a thin, but muscular frame, due to her training with the Hunters. Her arms and legs are mostly muscle, though her stomach still remains lacking in tone. Her arms and legs are long and she has a short, petite torso. Her feet are quite small for her height. She only wears a size 6 and everyone says that her feet look like toddler feet. Her hands, however, are quite large. Her fingers are long and thin which makes gripping a bow easier. Her right arm is covered in a sleeve of tattoos. This tattoo mural starts at her wrist, goes up her arm, over her shoulder, and down her right side before it ends at her hip. It's quite a large tattoo, but Charlie loves it. Though whether or not her love for it came because her step-mother hates it is unknown. Charlie also has a rainbow on her ankle in honor of her mother, Iris.
Charlie's face is heart-shaped. She has round cheeks and strong cheekbones that people, for some reason, love to poke. Her cheekbones are especially prominent, along with her dimples, when she smiles. Charlie believes her nose to be slightly large, but it's not a very prevalent flaw. While she doesn't have a "button nose", she doesn't have a beak either. Her nose comes to a point and flips up a bit at the tip. Her lips are thick and pink. Often they are turned up in a smile or open because Charlie is blabbing about something on her mind. Charlie always says that she has a big mouth, meaning both literally and figuratively. Charlie's ears stick out a little bit at her earlobes, but whether or not she has yet to notice it or just doesn't care, it doesn't bother her. Her eyesbrows are plucked, though not by her own choice. She let her friend pluck them when she was younger and ever since then, if she didn't keep them clean and tidy, they would grow out like bushes. Charlie has a very expressive face. All of her emotions can be read like an open book if one simply watches her facial expressions.
Charlie's eyes sit on either side of her nose, a bit too close together. They are round with slender points in shape. They are framed by thick, dark eyelashes that are made longer, thicker, and darker by the caked on mascara. Charlie loves eye makeup, but only dark eye makeup. She almost always has eyeliner, black or gray eyeshadow, and black mascara with her at all times. She says she looks bad without makeup, but no one ever sees her without it, so no one can testify that this is true or if she's just exaggerating. Her irises are pure black in color, though around the pupil is a small light of silvery-gray. Her eyes are so dark they can't even be classified as dark brown. They are, literally, black as night.
Charlie's hair is just as dark as her eyes. Her hair is black in color with hints of silver and brown when the light hits it. But her hair is indeed black. It's also quite long. When she isn't wearing it up, which she almost always is, it reaches to the small of her back. It's also quite curly. It twists and spins into ringlets that cascade in a waterfall of black curls over her shoulders and down her back. And Charlie hates it. She'd much prefer straight hair, because curly hair is frizzy. Charlie's bangs are jagged and swoop across her forehead, but she often has them pinned back because she sees them as a hassle. Charlie's preferred hairstyle is a big, thick, messy bun near the crown on her head. She often wears a rolled up bandana like a hairband to keep flyaway strands out of her eyes. She has bandanas in almost every color and pattern. They're like a collection to her, or maybe an obsession. She ties them by the top, so she says it's also similar to a bow. But it seems she's the only person to see the resemblance in that.
Almost all of Charlie's clothes are covered in something. Mostly paint or dirt stain her wardrobe, though she doesn't really dress to impress. She usually wears tank tops or baggy t-shirt with a pair of jeans and her old, worn out, horribly torn and worn down to the nub gray sneakers. She prefers dark colors with splashes of neon and bright pinks, greens, blue, purples, oranges, reds, and yellows. She's often like a walking rainbow. She says it's for her mother, but the truth is, Charlie just likes bright colors.

Personality:
    "I'm sarcastic. Yeah...that's a pretty good description I think. I'm sarcastic and artsy-fartsy. And a little strange, but the best people are. I really love art. It's my favorite hobby! Actually, it's more than a hobby. It's what I love to do. I love to paint and draw and sculpt...it's what I could do for the rest of my life if I was allowed. I could stay up for hours on end painting something. My favorite medium is oils, but I love watercolors and acrylics too. I'm a very messy painter, which you can see by my clothing. I don't try to keep myself clean when I'm drawing or painting, because even if I tried, I would fail. Oh right, personality. I don't know... Just talk to me and find out or something! Gosh.."
Charlie is sarcastic and blunt, she's talkative and loud, and rude and angry. But she's also a dreamer. She's a free spirit and artistic. All in all, she contradicts her own personality a lot. When she's angry or tired her sarcasm and rudeness are very strong in her speech. But when she's happy or excited, she plans things and laughs and dreams of wild and crazy things. But overall, despite all of her flaws, Charlie is a good person.
Charlie is, in one simple word, sarcastic. She has a dry, witty sense of humor that seeps into almost every conversation. Her sarcasm is also very blunt and is most prevalent when she's mad. If she's yelling at someone, her to-the-point sarcasm easily slips out. Along with this sarcasm also comes a bit of a potty mouth, though she tries her best to substitute those words for something more appropriate. Charlie loves to make people laugh with her natural sense of humor. Though she has never considered herself a clown, since she doesn't do silly things, she still likes the feeling she gets when she makes someone laugh. It makes her day just a little bit better.
Charlie is a free spirit, much like her father was before the incident. She doesn't really want to tie herself down to one place or to one job, unless it's something to do with art. That's why she never had a problem joining the Hunters. A lot of the girls' only issue with the Hunters is the fact that you have to swear off of men. Well Charlie has never dreamed about fairytales and happy endings. She's very cynical in that topic. "The truth is, no one really falls in love forever. You could be the happiest couple when you get married, but as you grow older you grow tired of each other. Friends grow apart like that all the time and it's completely normal. But when married people do it, it's called divorce. There's no difference, one just costs more money. Be with someone for as long as you're happy, don't waste your money on a wedding only to have a divorce later, and don't kid yourself by saying that you're going to be together until you die. Because even if you last that long, by the end, you'll be sick of each other." With such a strong opinion on the subject, as well as Charlie's stubborn, hard-headed personality, she has never dreamt about staying in one place. In fact, her dream is to see as many places as possible. That and the fact that you never have to deal with relationships and not be looked at like a crazy cat lady is what makes Charlie perfect for the Hunters of Artemis. She gets to see all of these wonderful places, travel around with people she cares about, and just be herself.
Charlie is a very talkative, yappy person. She can ramble on and on about any kind of subject. She's also able to hold conversations with people very easily, even those who she doesn't know. Charlie has always had this gift of being a social butterfly. Although she doesn't like it, she has no trouble keeping a conversation light and interesting for everyone. She hardly ever lets on that she has this ability. The only time she really uses it is when there's someone who is alone or out of the crowd. She'll go over and simply talk to them. Just talk, and it seems to make them feel better. Charlie is a talker. but this talkative trait can backfire on her a lot. Charlie is able to ramble on when she's happy, or angry. She'll go off ranting on some subject and the angrier she gets,t he faster she talks and the more she says. People have a hard time keeping up with her when she does this. Someone physically has to snap her out of it, calm her down, and bring her back to reality. Otherwise, the more and more she rants,t he angrier and more frustrated she'll become.
Charlie is a very creative and artistic person. She loves pretty much everything art related. She loves to draw with pencils, charcoals and pastels. She likes to paint with watercolors, oils and acrylics. She loves to sculpt things and always has a little thing of play-doh with her to sculpt when she's bored. Charlie always has to be doing something with her hands. She has a hard time sitting still, so when she's sitting there playing with play-doh, drawing on her free arm, or twiddling her fingers, that's as still as she's going to sit. Charlie's style of artwork is very surreal. They are like scenes from dreams that she can't remember, or at least that's what she says.
Charlie has a bit of a temper, especially when people don't snap her out of her whirlwind of rage. As Charlie starts to rant about something that makes her angry or a subject she feels strongly about, she grows more and more agitated. If someone doesn't snap her out of it, her serious anger issues that she has kept down for the past few years will resurface and she'll snap. However, Charlie has gotten better at calming herself down. She tried to control her temper, but, as she says, "If people weren't so stupid, I wouldn't have this issue,"
Charlie is a very "dreamy" person. Not the physical way, but the actual dreaming way. She loves to think of all kinds of adventures she could have and plan out extravagant events and trips, though they hardly ever get put into action. People sometimes tell her that she has her head in the clouds. But she simply retorts with: "That's better than having your head down a hole,"
Charlie can be a bit cynical and negative, but only on certain subjects. But these subjects that she has a negative outlook on are ones that people often save hope for. Topics like marriage, love, and family. Those subjects are not good ones to bring up to her if you're depressed about them, because she'll only make your view on those subjects worse. Charlie always says that she's realistic, not cynical. She claims that she sees the world for how it really is, depressing. And the other people that have yet to except that about humanity are all fools setting themselves up for disappointment. This brings us to our next trait, bluntness. Charlie is a very blunt person. She hardly ever sugar coats anything for anyone. She tells them exactly how it is, no matter what might happen. This is helpful in some ways, but often gets her into trouble. It's especially problematic when her bluntness is taken as being rude, which happens a lot.

Likes/Dislikes:
    "I like art! And I like dreaming and painting! I like being a huntress.. Uhh...I don't like people. They're stupid. Well, I guess you can just look at the list down there, huh? So then stop asking me and just do that!"
Likes:
• Painting
• Being a Huntress
• Vanilla ice cream
Dislikes:
• Chrissy
• People
• Cats

Talents:
    "I have a lot of light and light spectrum based abilities. Since my mother is the goddess of, not only in divine messengering, but also rainbows, I have powers in manipulating both light and mist. It's kind of difficult to explain, though... They're not particularly powerful abilities, but they have their perks I guess."
Light spectrum manipulation: This is one of her weaker abilities, as well as one of her hardest to control. Since rainbows are just the light reflecting off of water in the sky, Charlie is able to manipulate this light to do her will. Though she's a draw back to it. She can't use actual light. She has to physically create a rainbow and then draw her ability and power from that source. But creating a rainbow is easy for her. All she has to do is toss up some water.
Mist control: "Mist" is the best kind of water vapor to create a rainbow. After much practice, Charlie has learned how to control this mist and even create it from water around her to create rainbows. And from those rainbows, she can draw power and a "beam" of sorts that she can use as a weapon.
Instant messaging: Since she is the daughter of the goddess who people give offerings to for divine messages, Charlie is actually able to create her own messaging system. Though it's much weaker than her mothers and can only reach people within about a 100 mile radius of her. She's also only able to hear them, not see them. But it's better than a telephone, since that allows monsters to learn her location. All of these abilities tend to wear her out quickly, though. So she really only keeps them for a last resort.

Weapons:
    "My weapon of choice is, like my other Hunters, a bow and arrow. This bow and arrow I created especially for myself. It's made of wood and painted white. I carved some cool designs into the side, balanced and strung it myself, with some help from the Warriors group, and painted it. I also created my arrows. They're special arrows made just for me. I made my bow my first year in the Hunters of Artemis and it has been my faithful weapon of choice ever since. "
Charlie's bow is named φάσμα (Spectrum). It is carved in an arch and made out of dark wood. It is painted white with swirls of colors traveling up the sides. There is a pattern that is similar to Charlie's tattoo engraved on the grip area of the bow. The arrows are also quite special. The shafts are made of the same wood and decorated the same as the bow, it's the tips that are unique. They are made of celestial bronze and infused with power drawn from the rainbows that Charlie is able to create. While people don't believe that rainbows have power, they are quite wrong. Rainbows are the result of two elements meeting, water and light. When that is tapped into, when the true power is extracted, it's quite strong. It acts as an extra oomph, an extra punch to the arrows and helps them fly further and dig deeper into their target when they hit.

Other:
Her color is mediumseagreen. Charlie is a Hunter of Artemis, therefore, she is not open for dibbing. Adopted from Angel (: Charlie is the Gatherer Group Leader

Charlie's Wardrobe
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❝ we live in an age where everything is staged, where all we do is fake our feelings. i've been scared to put myself so out there, time is running out, need to let you know that -- last night i woke the F U C K up, realized i need you here, desperate as that sounds. ❞

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PostSubject: Re: Understand We'll Go Hand In Hand, But We'll Walk Alone In Fear, Tell Me, Where Do We Go From Here...    Fri Oct 12, 2012 5:12 pm


Name: Anyanka Lacie Harris
Name Meaning: The inexhaustible, Favor, grace
Nickname: Anya, Harris
Age / Birthday: 14 / 8th of November
Gender: Female
God Parent: Zeus
Claimed: Yes
Mortal Family:
- Mother / Olivia Harris / 47 / Living
- Step-Father / William Finch / 49 / Deceased
- Half-Sister / Dawn Harris / 22 / Living / Daughter of Hades
- Half-Sister / Hallie Finch / 20 / Living
- Half-Brother / Alexander "Xander" Finch / 19 / Living
- Half-Sister / Tara Finch / 18 / Living
- Great (x7) Aunty Evadne Phoenix / 8 / Living
Her mother Olivia Harris. Olivia was the daughter of a wealthy man, and his lover. Adopted by him and his wife, Willow, she was cared for as their own. Or at least that’s what was made out. Blackmailed by her mother, Jenny, Lucas, the wealthy man, was forced to take in his daughter, and to give her the life that he would give his own children. But behind the scenes, Lucas and Willow were unforgiving. They cared for their own children, Alyson, Joyce, Robin and Violet, they were cruel to Olivia. Growing up in that environment made her appreciate family, and when she was sixteen, Olivia ran away to her mother. By then, Jenny had been killed by an accidental OD, and when Olivia arrived at her flat, only to be told that her mother had been gone for more than three years, something in the young woman snapped. Gathering some things, she ran to the nearest bus stop, and didn't stop until she had arrived a New Orleans. Here, she made a new life for herself, getting a job as a waitress, and working long shifts to pay for her small apartment. When her father turned up five years after, it was completely unexpected. He grabbed her, snarling about what she had put her family through. That was the moment she met Hades. He saved the young woman, sending her father cowering in terror. Wooing the girl that he had saved, nine months later Dawn was born. Soon, Hades was gone, leaving the baby and her mother with enough money to care for more than twenty people. Olivia met William one night as she rushed to collect her baby from the nanny. They fell in love, and as the years passed, their family grew. First Hallie, the popular girl who had no sense in her head. Then came Xander, the joker, and finally Tara, the shy little girl. Never expecting or needing any more children was the family happy, and all was well until William went to Iraq. He was killed in an explosion, and Olivia was heartbroken. For four years, she was heartbroken, wanting nothing more but to give up entirely. But then she met Zeus. Walking down the street to her work, the tall handsome man smiled, and she was under his spell. He must have fallen for her too, because soon, she was pregnant with her new baby.
When Anyanka was born, Zeus was the one to name her. Saying that she needed a strange name coming from such a noble and strange back ground, he christened the child Anyanka. A year after the baby being born, Zeus left, promising his love that he would see her again one day, and he would see his child.
William Finch was a noble and brave man. Falling in love with Olivia, he cared for her and the child, Dawn, even though he didn't have to. Too the day he died, he loved his family, and thought only of them when making a decision.
Dawn Harris was the first baby. Always broody, never playing with other little kids, her only tie was to her youngest sister. She saw something in Anyanka that she had only ever seen in one other person. Her sister, Kordia Jenkins, Daughter of Hades. Kordia died when leaving to go out shopping on her own. She was attacked by a horde of empusai, and never stood a chance. Dawn loved Kordia more than she loved any of her other siblings until Anyanka came along.
Hallie Finch, named for her mother’s best friend Hallfrek, she was always the popular cheerleader.
Xander Finch. Actually named Alexander, he was always the joker and professional class clown.
Tara Finch. A shy, bookish girl, Tara was always interested in the occult. She can see through the mist, the only of her mother’s mortal children who had her mother’s gift.
Evadne Phoenix. Daughter of Poseidon. Left in the Lotus hotel and Casino, or well the equivalent of it in the 1600's during the Salem Witch Trials, her twin sister Emiela wasn't. Due to a rare occurrence, Emiela and Evadne had different fathers. While Evadne was a demigod, Emiela was not. Anyanka is the descendent of Emiela, and because Evadne never aged, or if she did, very barely, she is older than her Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great Aunty.


Brief History:
When Anyanka was born, her mother had a reason to finally wake up. With the death of William still fresh in her mind, she continued caring for her small, premature blue eyed baby. Zeus stayed for a year, strange for a God, despite the fact she had four other young children to mind. Then one day, it came the time for him to leave.

'But why?' Olivia cried, tears streaming from her warm brown eyes.
'My love, I have to go. Maybe one day, I'll be able to come back,' the man she had grown to love crooned, holding her hand tightly.
A cold wind blew as they stood on the front porch of Olivia's massive wooden house.
'But Anyanka! She'll never know her father. I don't want that for her. Not like Dawn.'
'Dawn was different. My broth- I knew her father. He wasn't able to stay for even as long as I did. But my time has come. I must return to what I left,' again, despite everything, Olivia was struck by how old fashioned he sounded.
'Is it like you have to care for the world?! No! But what about your baby girl?' her voice broke after she sobbed that out.
'My dear...I have to tell you the truth. I'm not Zachary Sky. Nor did I grow up in Miami, alone because my parents died. Did you ever hear the myths of the Greek Gods? About Olympus and Kronos? Typhoon and Hercules? Well there’s never an easy way to tell anyone this. But they were not myths. I am one of the three eldest Gods. Zeus,' he finished, and watched. This was the hardest part. Acceptance.
'You-you mean all those things I saw. The men with only one eye, the girl with flaming red hair. They were all real? And Anyanka, she's a half-god like Peruses?' Olivia didn't seem disbelieving. On the contrary, she seemed awed.
'I'm afraid so. The three eldest Gods, Me, and my brothers Poseidon and Hades, we swore never to have children with mortals again. Our children are too powerful, and the birth of one always brings some woe. I'm afraid that my being Anyanka's father will cause her much more heartbreak than love,' when he said it, he sounded sad. Very sad, and terribly old.
'I don't believe that, my love,' Olivia swallowed back more tears, and lifted her hand, cupping his cheek. He leant against it, and smiled briefly.
'So you see, I must. It is time for me to take my leave.'
Olivia, his love, the mother of his child looked at him with the eyes that had drawn him to her. Intelligent beyond her years, she held an inner wisdom that no-one he had ever met before had. Not even he could understand what she could be thinking when her eyes found yours.
'Then go. Go my hero. You are more important than even I or Anyanka could ever have guessed. But Zeus? Promise me one thing. One day, you will meet Anyanka. I wouldn't ask of you to send her a card, or visit. But one day, when she understands what she is, please, meet her.'
Zeus was shocked that she had used his Godly name. Not Zach, the boy he had created for himself. Zeus.
'Olivia, I swear by the River Styx, that I shall one day meet our daughter, Anyanka Harris. And I swear that I will come to you one day. I will come, and see you again, my love,' then he leant, pressing his lips to hers.
When he pulled away, his eyes crinkled in a sad, sad smile, Zeus caressed her face one more time. Then turning, he strode away and seemed to disappear.
Crying again, Olivia stood there for hours after, hoping to see the man she loved appear again. But when Tara pulled at her skirt, demanding attention, Olivia was forced to turn her back on the old world, and embrace this new one.


The loss of Zeus always weighed down Olivia's mind. But she cared for her special daughters, and her mortal children, never showing favourites. Monsters always seemed to find them, and because she had no possible way to fight, Olivia did the only thing she could. She moved. And moved. And moved.
Anyanka was always the strange girl. The one with the too blue eyes. Too small. Too weird. But she was doted on by her family. The youngest child, and with so much attention being lavished on her, it all went to the little girls head. Growing up, she had a closer connection to her sister Dawn than anyone else. While she was sarcastic and up front about everything, she also had a soft, naive and delicate side. Her mother always scolded her, saying that being so true about everything wasn't always a good thing. A girl would ask, "Do I look good in this?" Anyanka would tell her the truth and simply say "You look like the monkey me and Mama saw with Dawn at the zoo." One more shop they couldn't go back to.
When Anyanka was just five, she was already able to see what others could not. The monsters that attacked her were just that. Monsters. Then, Dawn went to Camp Half-Blood. Choosing to only stay for the summers, she learnt what she was.
So one day, just a few hours from when she returned, Dawn snuck into Anyanka's bedroom. Sitting, they talked for ages. Okay, so more to the point Dawn talked, and Anyanka, despite her attention span found herself riveted about the stories of Gods and Monsters.
That last year passed quickly. No-one but Olivia knew about Dawn being at camp.
But then the letter arrived. After the last monster, and unusually big hellhound, Olivia had been worried for her children. Having two big three children in one house meant that they would always be in trouble. So despite her love for her two special babies’, she found herself thinking of sending Anyanka to camp.

Olivia, my love,
The monsters are getting too much. You can't keep risking Hallie, Xander and Tara. With Dawn spending summer’s at Camp Half-Blood, it was easier for a little time. But now it has come for Anyanka to leave too. She will be safe at Camp, and you will too.
My love,
Zeus


Olivia hated it. Having to send her youngest, smallest baby away. But she knew it was the best thing.
So a week later, Anyanka was standing in a brand new orange T-shirt, small denim shorts, and a knife tucked into her belt. She was happiest at camp. Dawn loved knowing finally that her sister was the same as her, and decided to become a year-rounder with her.
When Anyanka turned ten, her father sent a gift. Well two. First, as she trained in the arena, she was claimed by a glowing lightning bolt. Then when she moved into the Zeus cabin, a knife was lying on her bad, engraved with a lightning bolt symbol.
The bracelet transformed into a shield when tapped. Anyanka was proud to own it.
Soon, she was into a routine. People seemed to fear her, but she tried, and it all paid off. When she turned twelve, Anyanka found her own horse. Mocha was found stumbling in the forest, a bad leg and scratches. Anyanka was the only one able to care for her, and was able to feed and mind her. It became apparent that she had been chosen by Mocha when a Poseidon child overheard the horse thinking about her "Master".
Everything since age twelve has been pretty quite. Dawn still visits the camp, but is right now searching for her own way in life. Anyanka has been happy, spending her days learning how to control different weapons, and sometimes leaving to visit her family and shop.



Physical Appearence:
Anyanka has short, thick, dark brown hair. She has electric blue eyes. She is small, just under average height, and is lithe from running and training. She looks delicate, and as if she can't handle things, but she's stronger than anyone gives her credit for.
Personality:
Anyanka is very honest in her opinions, and with herself. Very straight up, she says the first thing that comes into her head about things. She doesn't like someone, she says so. She has strong opinions, and almost always needs to get them out. She is also very sarcastic, but she doesn't understand it herself. Sometimes, Anyanka can be mean. Her straightforwardness gets on peoples nerves, but it also makes her mean and sometimes insensitive. She can be bubbly and fun, her ways and words being funny to some. She can be confrontational, a typical stormy daughter of Zeus, but she can calm herself down in her own time, and forms her own perfect revenge depending on what got her annoyed.

Fatal Flaw:
Over-Confidence - Anyanka believes that she can do anything. Beat any monster. But that isn't how the world works.
She is also very aware of her surroundings. Always on the look out, she notices things others don't. Her senses are very acute, but sometimes too acute.


Pets:
She has a draft horse called Mocha. Mocha is a black filly, with white socks, and a white blotch on her head.
Talents:
While Anyanka has many talents, some being sword fighting and close-combat, she also possess' vast powers over other God related aspects.
- Hydrokinesis: the ability to control and manipulate water and moisture
- Aerokinesis: the ability to control and manipulate air and wind
- Electrokinesis: the ability to control and manipulate electricity and lightning
While she has some idea of her powers, she has not worked out how she can manipulate the air to carry her more than a few feet. When Anya gets angry, her hair whips around with wind and her eyes flash violently. She can resist electrocution.

Weapons of Choice:
While Anyanka has a talent with lightning, and electricity, she fights fairly with weapons and her abilities. She has been at camp so long, that she can fight with a range of weapons.
- Hunga-Munga - The Hunga Munga was an African tribal weapon. It was a handheld weapon which had four blades; three of which are fairly straight and pointed in all opposing directions, forward up and back. The final and largest blade located above the forward facing straight blade was curved and turns to meet the top blade. The weapon could be used in hand to hand combat although it was typically thrown with a spinning action.
- Knife - She is skilled with the close combat weapon. A gift from her father, she is fond of it, and the silver blade is her most used weapon.
- Crossbow - Not a skilled crossbow user, she is recently interested on how this weapon works.
- Sword - Not skilled with this weapon, Anyanka mostly stears clear of it. She can handle one, but prefers close-combat.
- Shield - She owns a silver shield, found by her when she was looking around one of Hephaestus's old forges. It comes from a silver bracelet, engraved with the Ω ω Omega Symbol

Year Round or Summer: Year-Rounder
Other: Her color is Yellow. Anya was one of the character's I made before I started to like, try XD She's one of the better ones, but not THAT good. I expect the edit, and make her whole character form better at some point.[/color]



❝ we live in an age where everything is staged, where all we do is fake our feelings. i've been scared to put myself so out there, time is running out, need to let you know that -- last night i woke the F U C K up, realized i need you here, desperate as that sounds. ❞

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PostSubject: Re: Understand We'll Go Hand In Hand, But We'll Walk Alone In Fear, Tell Me, Where Do We Go From Here...    Sat Oct 13, 2012 12:28 pm


Aphrodite De LaMarco
'Get Up, Look Fabulous, Go To Bed: Everything Else Will Just Fall Into Place.'


Name:
Aphrodite De LaMarco
Name Meaning:
Risen From The Foam
Nicknames:
Aphrodite is already her nickname...
Age:
16
Birthday:
18th of June
Gender:
Female
God Parent:
Hemera, Goddess of Daylight and the Sun
Claimed:
Yes, ever since she walked over the boarder of Camp.
Mortal Family:

• Warren De LaMarco (Father): Rich, spoiled, everything given to him on a silver platter... Warren was always the child who got what he wanted. Born into a Family with two other Son's, him being the youngest shaped the rest of his life. He went to Private School, he became powerful... And when he met Hemera, he saw more than someone he could love. He saw someone equally powerful, and equally rich. He just didn't want a child, and when Warren found his little girl on his doorstep a month after Hemera left, he thought about putting her up for adoption. But then he saw something else. Opportunity.

    'My Dad? He was mean. He was horrible. He's not here, so why do we have to speak about him?'


Brief History:

    'Gods. You love questions all of a sudden V. [Get On With It Aphrodikey] Call me Aphrodikey again and I will kill you okay. Oh, whatever. I was born to my Mom. I was attacked by monsters. When I was around thirteen, I was sent here. So basically: I was there, I came here, I like it here, And I don't want to go back there. [Stealing An Angel Quote Now?] Well being around you and your dorks kinda makes me a nerd at times now. Ugh.'


Aphrodite grew up in the suburbs of New York, in a large house that pretty much resembled a Manor. She was always odd, or at least that's what people will tell you.
Her Father, Warren, didn't care for a baby. All he saw was another person who he could use.
So from a very early age, Aphrodite was shaped to be the ultimate woman. She was sent to Private Schools. Each of which she eventually had to leave because of "Incidents". She was given private classes on how to act proper.
While she wasn't very good because of her ADHD and Dyslexia, her father didn't let that be used as an excuse. If she did something wrong, she was punished, be it a grounding or having something taken from her.
When Aphrodite turned 6, it became obvious how odd she was. When put to bed in the dark, instead of with her night light, she began to glow. Literally, she became her own light, because she was scared enough to make it happen.
She forgot all about it afterwards, and her father hadn't seen it. But it was around this time the monsters started attacking, and tracking Aphrodite.
Her next school had an unfortunate accident in a cooking class. Mostly because she left the gas on in a room with two Empusa in it. One small little spark and boom went the monsters that were trying to attack.
It was also the first time her father hit her, and she became who she is now.
And then when Aphrodite finally came into her teens, she was found by the Satyr in her new Private School. He [His name is Luke] decided then and there that the only way to bring this stuck up little brat to a new home was the suggest another "Private School".
So another school building was burnt down by "Aphrodite", and Luke went to her father, telling him about the good private school on Long Island Sound.
And with little more than a raised eyebrow, Aphrodite was on her way to Camp Half-Blood, where she wasn't kicked out of.

Physical Appearance:

    [Aphrodite Will Not Be Answering The Following Question, Due To Her Own Self Centeredness]


With her blonde hair and her classically beautiful blue/green eyes, Aphrodite lives up to her namesake.
Her hair is golden blonde, falling to just over her shoulders when in large curls. However, when straight, it falls about an inch longer. Her hair has some slight brown streaks, that are barely noticeable in direct sunlight. She wears it loose around her face most of the time, but when in a fight, it does tend to be tied up.
Aphrodite's eyes are a pretty blue, but in direct sunshine, they seem to look a clear green. She outlines them a lot with black eyeliner, but recently only on special occasions.
She's tanned from her days spent in the American Sun, and has small muscles from training. She doesn't freckle easily. Aphrodite does have a small birthmark on the small of her back, but its usually covered by whatever clothes she's wearing.
Her lips a full pink, but the top one doesn't really fit exactly with the bottom one. When nervous, Aphrodite bites her lip, and she usually wears some kind of lip make-up so as to cover up the little red teeth marks there.
Her nose is small and luckily the one time it was broken, it healed the right way. If you asked her she'd say there was something off with it, but its not something anyone but she would notice.
She's not short, but Aphrodite is certainly not tall either. She is in fact petite, with the perfect balance of her height and weight. She's not fat, but she is definitely skinny.
Aphrodite's style of clothing is anything that will show off her looks. She chooses clothes that hug her body, or that show off some aspect of her face. It could be something baggy, but it would have to match her complexion. It could be something leather, but it would have to have something else to show off her eyes.
Truth is Aphrodite lives for her looks. If she didn't have them, she wouldn't try half as much. She wears heels, she wears boots, she has a wardrobe the size of Manhattan. Anything you would think to find in it, be it designer or Penny's... well its inside.

Personality:

    'Hm. Cocky? Mean? Stubborn? Witch? A lot of them words have been used to describe me. Along with some which I think our younger audience will not be allowed say, so I ain't gonna repeat them. Just read what V's wrote, and get it over with, because I ain't gonna get into a long conversation about what I'm like.''


Aphrodite is, and probably always will be, the spoiled little rich girl. She knows what she wants, and she knows that she'll get it one way or another.
Manipulative, she works away at people until they give her that thing she needs. She likes having her followers, and knows just how to use them to her advantage.
Aphrodite acts nice when people are around. Of course she does. That careful facade of being the sweet, innocent little girl has to be kept up. But when that one person is gone, she makes people's lives a misery.
Cruel, she doesn't just manipulate. She makes fun of, she teases, she destroy's people's social status. Its something of a given with her, that she's going to say some pretty horrible things.
As she said, Aphrodite is incredibly Cocky and Mean. She had this false idea of herself, that because of who she is, she's better than everyone else. She doesn't think anyone could be better, or that anyone could take her little popular status. Bad to the bone, she's not just a rebel and teenage girl, she also has a mean streak. If anyone comes along who she thinks holds any threat to her, its pretty certain something like a secret will be leaked that very day, and that person is gonna fall from grace pretty fast.
Aphrodite also has her need for control. She needs to know that she's in charge, and that everyone is happily following her rules. And her rules are mean. They change every day. At one time, she could actually seem a little nice. The next minute the rules change and if you don't act like her servant your a dead man walking.
She's also terribly self-centered and vain. She knows she has looks, and she is not afraid to flaunt them.
Possessive, she has a problem with someone having something she had. Boyfriends for example. Aphrodite would dump a boy in a second if she thought he wasn't good enough for her anymore. But if someone was to start dating that boy, she would immediately work to get them back, because she can't stand someone else using someone she had.
Sarcastic, she has an answer to everything. If she didn't, she just wouldn't be Aphrodite.
But then you have the nicer side to Aphrodite.
When with someone she actually loves, she can become very caring, and very loyal. Her other side wouldn't give a second thought over leaving someone behind if it meant saving her own hide. But the kinder part of her wouldn't dream of letting someone get hurt for her.
She can be helpful and loving, however much she tries to hide it.
This side to her also holds the fear of the dark. That horrible feeling of loathing to deep shadows and dark rooms. Even as her self-centered horrible, mean side, Aphrodite hates the dark. She hates being in it. She hates thinking about it. She says its because of her mom. What others wouldn't know is that she has an irrational fear of everything that COULD be in the dark. Of the things that lurk in it.
Fatal Flaw:

    'OMG's. Just get over it V. Stop asking these stupid freaking questions and let me rest because honest to Hemera if you keep on...'


Aphrodite has one major issue. Herself.
People are gonna ask, "How is that a Flaw?".
Well here's the answer.
Aphrodite is sarcastic. She's mean. She's a spiteful witch. And she doesn't have any friends. She doesn't care for them, and so she doesn't have them. She may seem like this beautiful person who's so popular, but every person who says that obviously has no idea. The people who hang around with her are simply the people she controls. She doesn't love anyone, she doesn't care for anyone but herself. That leaves her completly alone in the world. If it came down to a fight, and she was about to die... Aphrodite would have no one there to save her.
Then because of her own personality, she finds it hard to connect to people. She finds it hard to make friends who she can count on.
IN more ways than one, Aphrodite is all alone in the world.

Pets:
None.
Talents:
A good sword fighter, an average aim, a less than adequate knife fighter. Her talents really revolve around her parentage, and not her own skills.

• Sword Fighting: Her only weapon based talent that could be called one. Aphrodite is a good sword fighter with a flare for style. She doesn't rely on this too much though. Instead she relies on her looks to win a fight. But if it came down to it, Aphrodite would surely not back away from an all sword's fight.

• Photokinisis: Aphrodite is the Daughter of Hemera, Goddess of Sunlight. That's pretty much a given that she has control over light. She can use the sunlight as a weapon, but it does drain her considerably. She can also dim light in a certain room, or make it brighter, but that causes bad headaches.

• Heat Resistance: She's able to resist very high temperatures, for example in the forges, because of the whole the sun is really hot thing. This doesn't drain her for the simple reason its a natural guard.

• Energy Light: Aphrodite literally draws energy from the light. Like a plant. Just not so much. Mostly, its something that can help her during a fight. She can heal quicker by relaxing in it [Which is why she doesn't go to the infirmary when hurt] and she can also draw some lost energy from it. Of course, it could be one of the reasons she has such a terrible fear over darkness. But in reality, Aphrodite wouldn't die when taken out of the sun. It just means her natural little energy source is taken away from her.

• Suns: Aphrodite can create tiny little balls of light that can hover over her in a dark room. Its not something she has ever used much before, but its there. [Much Like Sammy Suns] She can create the balls, and they hover for an indefinite amount of time until she wants them to go. They hold only a slight tingle when touched, and do not burn. BUT: It drains her a lot to create one, which is why only one can be made at a time.

• Magic: [I Couldn't Think Of A Name Okay] She can make little balls of light that she can simply mess around with. Yes, its childish. No, she isn't gonna use it in public. Their like little innie weenie juggling balls that she can send flying around and only give her a small headache. They also do not burn to the touch.

• Glow: One time when Aphrodite was scared enough, she started to glow. She doesn't remember it, but like everything else, its there. She can make herself glow faintly, just enough to light a small room. It would drain her if she knew about it.

• All Other Light Based Magic/Power: Possibly anything, but right now, the ones named are her only talent.

Weapons:
Aphrdoite has a sword that comes from a small sun pendant on a silver necklace. She was given it when se arrived at camp and has since been training with it.

Year-Rounder or Summer:
Year-Rounder.
Other:
Her color is Gold. I'm disappointed with her template lol And no one knows Aphrodite's real name



❝ we live in an age where everything is staged, where all we do is fake our feelings. i've been scared to put myself so out there, time is running out, need to let you know that -- last night i woke the F U C K up, realized i need you here, desperate as that sounds. ❞

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PostSubject: Re: Understand We'll Go Hand In Hand, But We'll Walk Alone In Fear, Tell Me, Where Do We Go From Here...    Sat Oct 13, 2012 12:34 pm



Name:
Curiosity "Zee" Dean Temperance [Originally Aphrodesia Aura Laws]

Nicknames:
Zee, City, Aura
Age:
16
Birthday:
30th of March
Gender:
Female
God Parent:
Aphrodite, Goddess of Love and Beauty [Yes, an evil Aphrodite Camper. Bask in her glory]
Claimed:
Yes
Mortal Family:

Father (Hunter Law): A wealthy business man, Hunter was the top of everything. Pristine and orderly, he followed rules that hadn't even been made yet. Of course, it meant he attracted a lot of attention from fame seeking, rich snobs. People who had no idea who he really was. It wasn't like they didn't care what he was like, but when someone that rich walks into the bar, people generally made a pass at him. Then that day came. The day he met the Goddess who changed his life. Aphrodite. And a one night stand led to a Baby on his doorstep nine months later.

    'My Dad? I don't really remember him. I remember his money, and shopping sprees that servants, sorry, staff brought me on. I remember that day when he let them send me away. He hurt me so bad. But then again, Mom hurt him, so oh well. She was the one person who never came back. And that annoyed him. He also hated me. Oh yeah, Zee was the girl he hated, while little Madison was the one who was loved more than anything.'


Madison Laws (Half-Sister): Zee's Sister, she was the child most cared for. Despite the small feeling of love she feel's to her Sister, Zee disregards that, and cares none for where or what she is. Feeling that Madison was to much like her Father, Zee feels like she shouldn't go near her, or get in touch with her. Madison has no idea where Zee was brought on her Fifth Birthday, and has been led to believe she was simply let live with her Mother.

    'Madison? I don't really remember her... Okay so I do. She was a pretty Baby. Not like, really pretty, but a lot prettier than oh say Babies that sit and sleep all day. She wasn't my style though. Too whiny, I disliked her a load. I mean, I suppose I love her a little. She's my Little Sister at the end of the day. That's why I refuse to see her, because I wouldn't be responsible for what I do.'


Years in Camp:
Three Years, Give Or Take

Brief History:

    'My History? Not much to say. I was born. And given a name. Aphrodesia Aura Laws. And then about two years later Madison was born. And then on my fifth Birthday I was brought... well I was brought somewhere. And it was unpleasant for a long time, till I worked out how to cheat the system. Then it was even harder in a lot of ways. But soon I was out. And when the Satyr's found me, I was ready to go to Camp, and here I've been since. Yes, I know I skipped bits. But you don't need to know them...'


Born in 1997, Zee was born Aphrodesia Aura Laws by her rich, uncaring Dad.
Hunter had been a very successful business man. And he had been much more than that. A con-artist, fake document expert, seducer. Her had been everything, and nothing. Moving from business to business, but only to ones that provided a LOT of money to him. So he had it all. A large stately home just outside Miami. A car that had its very own driver… x6. So much money and holiday homes that he didn’t have any worries or needs. Except for love. The love of a Woman. Hunter had lived so long on his own, he had become without realizing… reclusive. The man who was revered among many criminals and innocents alike, had no-one to show his love to.
So the day he was found by Aphrodite, he couldn’t believe his luck. A rich, upper class “pub”, he was sitting at the bar when a pretty, caramel skinned Woman had sat beside him. She seemed the Woman of his dreams. Long, luscious brown hair, eyes so blue they looked like the sky, and a face to subtly perfect she was a natural beauty.
Not Aphrodite’s usual look, granted. She liked to be stylish, beautiful and all done up. But that night she hadn’t been expecting to meet this man who she actually did like.
She was interested in him, most definitely.
A fleeting one night stand and eight and a half months later, a knock at the large oak doors of his home made Hunter jolt awake and caught his undivided attention. He had almost forgotten about the girl. Almost, but not quite.
So the knock in the middle of a torrential storm meant he was, despite his charm, scared.
Silently, he had stood, walking slowly to the front door and carefully opening it. Rain and wind had nearly blew him back, and he looked around, wondering how on earth someone had made it to the door in this weather.
For a few moments, Hunter had thought it had been a trick of the storm. But just as he fought against the wound to turn and close the door, a small bundle on his doorstep caught his eye.
Picking it up, a shrill cry rang out, piercing the air as another slap of thunder and a fork of lightning lit the sky.
A Baby. Tiny, with such inquisitive grey blue eyes. She was wrapped tightly in a scarf that smelt faintly of perfume, a small pink teddy and a note clutched in her chubby Baby hands.

Dear Hunter Laws,
Our Baby. She must be cared for. Her fate has been woven, and I can only hope it is a mistake. Born in the heavens, in the middle of a storm, it does not bode well for her life after today. Care for her Hunter. She can only be gotten through what is to come with the love of a Family behind her.
Keep her close,
Aphrodesia XxX


Hunter came to the conclusion that this Woman was a raving Looney. And he also had doubts the Baby was his.
But looking into the Baby’s eyes, he knew it was true. So naming her after her Mother, Hunter tried his best.
A new Baby came just two years after Aphrodesia. But it was evident she was loved more. Madison Laws, Maddie for short was the perfect child. And his best…. He tried again.

His best just wasn’t enough. He believed there was something different about his children. Aphrodesia, or Aura, especially. Hunter spoiled his Daughter’s, bought them everything a child could want. But he wasn’t able to care for Aura. Maddie, sure. But Aura was something else entirely. His affections were shown through long shopping sprees, not by hugs and kisses. Hunter hired cooks, maids, nannies, the whole staff was replaced to cater for his Daughter’s.
None of it worked. He couldn’t convince himself that his eldest was a normal, happy-go-lucky child.
So on her fifth Birthday, Aphrodesia was left on the doorstep of an Asylum in New Orleans. Excuses were made in a letter, forged by the con-artist himself, and even though she looked so normal… the Doctors, Nurses, and Matron believed the lies.
The timid black haired girl could not get up the nerve to fight. Rejected by her own Father meant that the girl put up with the abuse, put up with everything, just because she didn’t like to speak out.
Because no name had been given for her, the Matron named her Curiosity, because when she wasn’t quiet, all she did was ask questions.
Five years, lots of drugs and an awareness on just how strange she was later, “Zee” stood blinking in sunlight she had only seen through musty windows for half her life.
Finally, she had “Asked” the Matron if she could leave, just for a little while. And despite how strange she had become, the Matron agreed because of talents Zee didn’t know about.
But Aphrodesia Aura Laws had changed. She had steadily gone downhill, to the point the lies in a letter so long ago were quiet true.
Taking on the name Curiosity Dean Temperance, the small ten year old ran.
She ran until she couldn’t breath, and kept running.
Until finally, she was deep in New York City, after travelling nine days straight. It was dark, scary, and Zee was happy. At least she was out.
Breathing heavily, she had come across a “Tattoo” Bar, that offered illegal piercing.
And because she had no idea what she was walking into, Zee got her first piercing’s. A stud on the bone of her ear, and two studs in her earlobes.
Leaving there, woozy and sick, with so much pain she could barely stand, Zee was found by the first Satyr.
Named Luke, he had been tracking Zee for some time. Mostly because of the fact she had been let out of a Mental Hospital that he had been working in.
So he tried to talk to the young girl. Just Zee was scared of him, so scared that she picked up a broken bottle and threw it.
Luke died, breaking into Golden Dust, and Zee ran, trying to get away from the “Monster”.
It wasn’t long before she was found again, by none other than a Satyr called Wood. He took no nonsense, and held her down, making her listen.
When she was allowed up, Zee was timid again, and simply asked to be brought to the Camp had talked about.
Which is how she arrived at Camp Half-Blood. And Chiron, having heard about this girl before, sent word to her Father she was here.
Zee was in awe of the Camp, not caring that she was away from her safe place, or that she wasn’t claimed in the traditional way. She was put straight into the Aphrodite Cabin, and as soon as her foot touched the wood, the symbol appeared above her of a white dove.
So she was an Aphrodite Camper. And everyone found it funny, found that this strong girl who they had thought would be Ares, or some other sassy God had been an Aphrodite Child. That was when Zee started to break the mould. She hated the stereotype, and instead tried to break it and show that she wasn’t just someone obsessed with her looks.
Soon, she was allowed out on weekends and trusted enough to actually come back.
And soon, she had a nose stud, a lip stud, and a tongue piercing. One part of her hair died a blue, and her style changing into something that plainly said mess with me and you won’t live long enough to find out what happens,
So there she stayed. Alone, and left that way, Zee trained on her own, ate on her own, and lived for herself and no-one else.
Even when Hunter sent her a Credit Card, hoping to patch something’s up with his estranged Daughter, she didn’t care.
If anything, it made her desire for revenge more acute.

Physical Appearance:

    'What? Me? Oh my looks. I have natural black hair, dyed sometimes blue. I like studs, as seen by my piercing's. Maybe I like fashion. Yeah, I do. And I'm pretty, you know, cause Aphrodite is my Mom. She's the Goddess of Beauty, so yeah. Maybe cause of my Dad too. From what I remember, he was handsome. I'm really thin, and people always tell me I'm anorexic. But I'm not! I like to eat, just because of the amount of training and stuff means that I stay really thin.'


Zee could be described in one word as a pretty black haired girl.
Tanned, she is tall, with strong arms and build. Training has never been a stretch for her, and she barely breaks a sweat in an hour. Incredibly thin, she has been described as a stick more than once in her life. Its not that she doesn’t eat. In fact, she loves to eat. Junk food, good food, anything. Its just with the amount of training, and her own body shape, she doesn’t put on weight easily. Her stomach is flat, and she certainly has curves in the right places. One arms are flawless, except for her left, which has some large scars near her shoulder from an attack of a hellhound. It would have killed her, only an Ares Camper stepped in quickly. While her tan is even, she also gets burned easily, and isn’t one to sit around in the sunlight.
A pretty elfin face, she has strong cheek bones. Her eyes are almond shaped, a beautiful grey/blue, mixing both her Father’s and Mother’s colours. Carefully shaped eyebrows frame her eyes, and she hates them. In a moment of madness she plucked them, and now has to every few days or else their awkward and fuzzy. She has long eyelashes, that are usually lined in black, and her eyelids are also always done up. Zee’s lips are a light pink, that she usually darkens with tint. Her top lip is slightly out of balance to her bottom one. Zee also has a beauty spot, just over the right top lip. Her lip piercing is barely ever in anymore, but it was on the other side of her lip.
Zee’s hair is naturally black haired. A solid colour, its hard to believe when you see her. She alternated between a strip of blue, to her full head dyed two different shades, and its what makes her stand out in a crowd. Long, it falls to about below her shoulders, without any extensions. There’s a nice curl to it when she doesn’t straighten it, one that makes a few big curls instead of loads of small ones. She dislikes her hair for the simple reason it grows to fast and is expensive to dye. Zee also owns at least two beaney hats, her Panda one being worn a lot. She likes wearing the hat when she only has a strip of her hair coloured. This shows, because when she’s got the full hair coloured, she straightens and wears no hat. When she has her natural black with a streak of blue, she wears a hat and likes to keep it curly. A fringe was only recently cut into her hair, and she likes it now despite earlier hatred.
Her style is really anything. Loving stylish, baggy T-Shirts, she likes colours and prints that bring out her curves and looks. Jeans are mostly worn, although she does wear tracksuit bottoms when she’s having a bad day. Even with jeans, they have to be Skinny, even if they barely fit her. While she’s tall, she wears heels a lot of the time, to make her that little taller. She’s the kind of girl who needs everything to be perfect, as in, she would never dream of wearing plastic shoes or fake items. Its either real or nothing. A real designer handbag, a real designer outfit, she charges everything to her Dad’s Credit Card despite not wanting anything to do with him. Zee owns an old collage lettered jacket, that she has had for a very long time, and is barely ever seen without it. While she likes dark colours, blacks and deep purples, she also prefers white T-Shirts and such, because she likes to contrast between her hair and outfit. Jewellery is a big part of Zee’s life, and she has so many piercing and so many studs and such to go with each one. Blue and Purple are usually the ones worn however, and she is seldom seen with a different colour. Her hats are usually knitted, and from Primark. Zee’s style of shoes contradicts everything else about her. She likes worn converse, scuffed and easy to walk in, and she has about seven pairs.
Zee is known a lot for her hair colours and her piercing’s. And the second option equals a lot. She has two earlobes piercing’s, one small and one big. They hurt when she got them, but she never took them out and now wouldn’t be Zee without them. One stud is on the top bone of her ear, a blue that gives her a rebel look. As for her tongue, she has a tongue bar that alternates between luminous colours and blue. She has been asked before to take it out, because of the choking hazard, but if she has her looks, then forget about everything else. She doesn’t care if there’s a hazard to her health and life, as long as she looks hard and grim. Her lip piercing is barely ever worn, because with the appearance of her beauty spot she felt that she didn’t need it. Again, its blue or nothing with this piercing, and she often used to use it for an excuse to goof off. Zee’s final piercing is on her nose, the left side. It’s a small silver stud, that she only recently got.

Personality:

    'Oh My Gods, what is with these questions? I'm strange I've been told. And I've been told I'm also a little cocky. Maybe I am. Can't you just like talk to me? It would make mine and your life so much simpler. I don't like talking about myself. You know, cause its all annoying getting into detail about my flaws and stuff.'


Zee could be called witty and sly. A strong fighter who knows no boundary’s, she cheats and scams just like her Father to the point she wins. A rebel, nothing makes her happier than to see people’s eyes grow wide when they find out that she’s a Daughter of Aphrodite.
She is also, quite insane. Living in an Asylum for a lot of her life, she grew solitary and reclusive, random and shy. People talk to her, and don’t even realize that her mind completely snapped, because her temperance and the like are perfect.
One of the reasons she has been called strange in her lifetime. Though most know she isn’t like others, no-one has been trusted enough to know about her Daddy and Asylum troubles.
She’s sly in so many ways people think she’s just being weird. Knowing things she shouldn’t, and knowing the people you love is one way she freaks you out, before you realize she holds some degree of power.
While her siblings are interested in hair and make-up, Zee couldn’t care less. She looks good, naturally, but instead cares for fighting and killing.
A vicious opponent, she kills without mercy, and knows just where to hit you.
An artistic person, Zee likes nothing better than to spend hours working on a painting, or a sculpture, or something else to express herself. So what if she express’s herself with blood and gore instead of flowers and pink?
Despite everything said, despite the fact she has a hardy girl exterior, Zee also has a soft side rarely seen.
Quiet, Timid and shy, while she meets new people easy, she also hates being around strangers.
Basically, contradicting herself a lot.
She could be described as the girl who boys are to scared of to get near. In all her life, exactly one boy has been interested in her, a boy named Scott, who broke her heart when he turned out to be leading her on.
Weak minded and easy to manipulate meant she fell for it, and became even worse than she had been.
She has grown a little uncaring about love, thinking it’s a waste of everyone’s valuable time, and she also shows no interest to anyone, despite her likes and dislikes. Family and friends hold no place in her heart, and she would just as soon run them through with a sword than talk to them.
Manipulation comes easy to her, caring for no-one but using words, and her looks to get exactly what she wants from someone. Actually, she’s known for it.
Charm comes easy to her, and carefully thinking through plans is something she is especially good at. Definitely not as smart as some of the Athena Camper’s, but certainly close to their IQ, it develops from one word into millions within seconds.
That’s another thing about her. While she is, for all intensive purposes, uncaring and insane, she knows right from wrong. She is intelligent. She does hold some love. Just she doesn’t show it. Zee prefers her own company, and will quickly retreat if needs be.
Right and wrong. She knows it, but also holds no feeling when she does the wrong thing. A plan is a plan, and so are mistakes.
She doesn’t care about the Satyr she killed, and doesn’t care she took his life.
Zee is the type of girl who flirts endlessly, knows she’s getting somewhere, and doesn’t care if the boy has a girlfriend. She teases, and knows just how to act to get a kiss. This has made her… well a lot of enemies, but she doesn’t care.
She's sarcastic, and loud, with strong opinions that she likes to get out. Everything is slightly beneath her, and she is just a loud mouthed person, who couldn't keep a secret if it was locked into a box and tied to her.
She is able to adapt so well to many different things, and has a great memory.

Fatal Flaw:

    'My Fatal Flaw? Em, aren't they supposed to be things that get you killed? So technically, I shouldn't know what mine is... go figure. You expect me to know mine though. Hm, maybe... I don't know. Find out another day maybe.'


Zee has many flaws. Lots of things that could get her killed.
Her most dangerous one is her own mind. She's not exactly the sanest cookie in the pack. While you can have a conversation with her, hang around with her, and basically think she's exactly like everyone else, she isn't. Her mind is something completely confusing to even her, and thoughts get changed when she tries to much to think them through.
Zee also has problems with her own Confidence. She believes she can kill any monster, deal with any problem, all on her own. Its something that has made her solitary and reclusive, preferring to fight on her own and stay on her own.
Loyalty is another big thing. She has none to anyone, but if she grows close to someone, she would protect them to the very last breath in her Body.
Zee is very manipulative, but easy to manipulate herself. She convinces easy, and while she can get her own way, she can't see through lies that have been spun.

Pets:
None

Talents:

'Me? What other talent do you need but looking good? Oh fine. I'm good with my Knife I suppose. Able to throw it, fight with it, you know, yeah. I suppose I have a good memory to. And I can run fast, and climb good. Just general stuff. My looks though... their good. You know, cause of Aphrodite.'

Empathy: Zee is able to feel and experience the feelings and attitudes of another person. Able to feel their feelings like their her own, she can become overwhelmed with this, and dislikes it. But she knows what people are feeling towards her, and knows how to read their feelings to her advantage. The drawback of this is she is unable to shut off these feelings. They are always there when she walks past people, and she has to feel about 100 feelings at once.

Magic, Related to Love and Beauty: Zee has some strength over magic centered around Love and Beauty. This could be anything from a small Glammer Spell, to a Large Love Spell. The Gods have to be listening for these to work, and she needs the right herbs and such for them to work.

Control Over Jewelry and Makeup: This is insanely handy. Zee is, and only is, able to move things that are centered around things to make you look better. That mascara that's lying across the room? Call Zee if your that lazy. This is difficult though, and she needs to concentrate hard to make it move at all. Headaches and draining occur when used to much, so she rarely does.

Infallible visual acuity

Omnipotent allure

Amokinesis: Amokinesis or Love Magic is ability to control and create strong affection, passion and personal attachment between two individuals. It is a temporary ability, working for at the most an hour, and ties in with Magic Related to Love and Beauty. Zee is able to perform this, by concentrating and carefully thinking about it. Headaches and Draining are only the tip of the iceberg when it comes to the ill affects of this.

Fashionista: A natural fashion expert, she knows just what goes with what. What shouldn't EVER see the light of day. Anything pertaining to Beauty, Zee knows about it.

Love Meter: [Anyone who has seen/watched Twilight should know this XD] Zee is able to sense to bonds and love that people feel/have towards others. Concentrating, this only works on people in a 10 meter radius, and even better when touching one of the subjects this is directed at. Not as draining as it was when she was unaware of herself, it works in two ways. The first is the most straightforward. Just by looking at a person, and focusing, Zee is able to sense if they’re in love. Not who with, but just enough to know the level. The second one is something terribly difficult, not for its drawbacks, but of the level of privacy and guards that are present in the human mind. Better if touching, Zee is able to measure and find out the strength if loyalty and love, that’s felt to the people nearest. Using these two talents, Zee is able to measure how much she can provoke and lie to before others step in. Each of these cause such bad headaches that she often tries to come to her own conclusions though.

Beauty/Temptress: This is actually pretty common in Children of Aphrodite. Their looks are insanely good. As in, the Daughter’s can walk past someone, making them weak at the knees. Zee has been known to use her looks to her advantage, and knows just how to play people who are weak.

Fluent French: Zee is able to speak and understand French, the Language of love. She is able to speak it fluently, and at random times starts speaking it, just to annoy.

Knife Throwing and Fighting: Zee’s strongest and easiest attack, which thank be the Gods doesn’t hold any major drawbacks but her own. A good aim, she is a vicious and strong fighter. Breaking the mould for Aphrodite Children was what she always tried to do without meaning to, and she has never stopped.

Photographic Memory: Does what it says. Zee is one of only a few who have a photographic memory, able to remember so much stuff that happened years ago it’s scary. Maybe that’s how she knows what her Father looks like, how her Sister looked like, and she still holds grudges.

Socialite: Zee is, actually pretty good at being around people. It’s her own issues that mean she isn’t the popular, cool one. Instead, she’s the freak everyone avoids but knows.

Weapons:

    'I like weapon fighting. I mean, everyone expects me to be like, a girl who sits on the sidelines and lets everyone else do the hard work. That's not true though. Some Aphrodite Camper's are better than others. Hint, the better ones are the ones who actually do work. But then again, I suppose each to their own. Just why would you like, not want to know how to fight? It could be the key to your survival.'


Zee, despite her parentage is talented with exactly three weapons. Knives, Bow and Arrow, and a Crossbow.
Her Knife was the first weapon she owned, a violent, curved thing. It is Celestial Bronze, with a break that nearly snaps the whole thing in two down the middle. A heavy black and red handle holds the blade. Zee was given it when she arrived at Camp, and it transforms into a silver ring barely noticeable on her right hand.
Her Crossbow was something she got herself. Wooden, its bulky and heavy. Mahogany and black, its a good weapon to have, with its Celestial Bronze tipped arrows. While it shoots arrows better, it also can shoot wooden bolts.
Her Bow and Arrow is a basic brown structure, with the same kinda arrows and tips. The string was recently snapped, and Zee is waiting for the Hephaestus kids to fix it.

Crossbow:
 

Year-Round or Summer:
Mostly a Year-Rounder...
Other:
Zee's color is SteelBlue. Her Sister, Madison Laws, is the character of Manda/Purple/My Sister



❝ we live in an age where everything is staged, where all we do is fake our feelings. i've been scared to put myself so out there, time is running out, need to let you know that -- last night i woke the F U C K up, realized i need you here, desperate as that sounds. ❞

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PostSubject: Re: Understand We'll Go Hand In Hand, But We'll Walk Alone In Fear, Tell Me, Where Do We Go From Here...    Sat Oct 13, 2012 12:40 pm






Lucia Poverina


Name:
Lucia [Eterno] Poverina
Name Meaning:
Lucia - Light [Pronounced Loo-Chee-Uh]
Eterno - Eternal
Poverina - Poor Little Thing
Nicknames:
Her real name is Lucia Eterno. The name given to her is Lucia Poverina
Age:
16
Birthday:
17th of December
Gender:
Female
God Parent:
Thaumas, Personification of the Wonders of the Sea
Claimed:
Yes
Mortal Family:

• Alessandra "Alessa" Eterno (Mother): Alessandra was born in Rome, Italy. She was never well off, but she was also never poor.

    'My Dad? He was mean. He was horrible. He's not here, so why do we have to speak about him?'


Brief History:

    'Gods. You love questions all of a sudden V. [Get On With It Aphrodikey] Call me Aphrodikey again and I will kill you okay. Oh, whatever. I was born to my Mom. I was attacked by monsters. When I was around thirteen, I was sent here. So basically: I was there, I came here, I like it here, And I don't want to go back there. [Stealing An Angel Quote Now?] Well being around you and your dorks kinda makes me a nerd at times now. Ugh.'


Aphrodite grew up in the suburbs of New York, in a large house that pretty much resembled a Manor. She was always odd, or at least that's what people will tell you.
Her Father, Warren, didn't care for a baby. All he saw was another person who he could use.
So from a very early age, Aphrodite was shaped to be the ultimate woman. She was sent to Private Schools. Each of which she eventually had to leave because of "Incidents". She was given private classes on how to act proper.
While she wasn't very good because of her ADHD and Dyslexia, her father didn't let that be used as an excuse. If she did something wrong, she was punished, be it a grounding or having something taken from her.
When Aphrodite turned 6, it became obvious how odd she was. When put to bed in the dark, instead of with her night light, she began to glow. Literally, she became her own light, because she was scared enough to make it happen.
She forgot all about it afterwards, and her father hadn't seen it. But it was around this time the monsters started attacking, and tracking Aphrodite.
Her next school had an unfortunate accident in a cooking class. Mostly because she left the gas on in a room with two Empusa in it. One small little spark and boom went the monsters that were trying to attack.
It was also the first time her father hit her, and she became who she is now.
And then when Aphrodite finally came into her teens, she was found by the Satyr in her new Private School. He [His name is Luke] decided then and there that the only way to bring this stuck up little brat to a new home was the suggest another "Private School".
So another school building was burnt down by "Aphrodite", and Luke went to her father, telling him about the good private school on Long Island Sound.
And with little more than a raised eyebrow, Aphrodite was on her way to Camp Half-Blood, where she wasn't kicked out of.

Physical Appearance:

    [Aphrodite Will Not Be Answering The Following Question, Due To Her Own Self Centeredness]


With her blonde hair and her classically beautiful blue/green eyes, Aphrodite lives up to her namesake.
Her hair is golden blonde, falling to just over her shoulders when in large curls. However, when straight, it falls about an inch longer. Her hair has some slight brown streaks, that are barely noticeable in direct sunlight. She wears it loose around her face most of the time, but when in a fight, it does tend to be tied up.
Aphrodite's eyes are a pretty blue, but in direct sunshine, they seem to look a clear green. She outlines them a lot with black eyeliner, but recently only on special occasions.
She's tanned from her days spent in the American Sun, and has small muscles from training. She doesn't freckle easily. Aphrodite does have a small birthmark on the small of her back, but its usually covered by whatever clothes she's wearing.
Her lips a full pink, but the top one doesn't really fit exactly with the bottom one. When nervous, Aphrodite bites her lip, and she usually wears some kind of lip make-up so as to cover up the little red teeth marks there.
Her nose is small and luckily the one time it was broken, it healed the right way. If you asked her she'd say there was something off with it, but its not something anyone but she would notice.
She's not short, but Aphrodite is certainly not tall either. She is in fact petite, with the perfect balance of her height and weight. She's not fat, but she is definitely skinny.
Aphrodite's style of clothing is anything that will show off her looks. She chooses clothes that hug her body, or that show off some aspect of her face. It could be something baggy, but it would have to match her complexion. It could be something leather, but it would have to have something else to show off her eyes.
Truth is Aphrodite lives for her looks. If she didn't have them, she wouldn't try half as much. She wears heels, she wears boots, she has a wardrobe the size of Manhattan. Anything you would think to find in it, be it designer or Penny's... well its inside.

Personality:

    'Hm. Cocky? Mean? Stubborn? Witch? A lot of them words have been used to describe me. Along with some which I think our younger audience will not be allowed say, so I ain't gonna repeat them. Just read what V's wrote, and get it over with, because I ain't gonna get into a long conversation about what I'm like.''


Aphrodite is, and probably always will be, the spoiled little rich girl. She knows what she wants, and she knows that she'll get it one way or another.
Manipulative, she works away at people until they give her that thing she needs. She likes having her followers, and knows just how to use them to her advantage.
Aphrodite acts nice when people are around. Of course she does. That careful facade of being the sweet, innocent little girl has to be kept up. But when that one person is gone, she makes people's lives a misery.
Cruel, she doesn't just manipulate. She makes fun of, she teases, she destroy's people's social status. Its something of a given with her, that she's going to say some pretty horrible things.
As she said, Aphrodite is incredibly Cocky and Mean. She had this false idea of herself, that because of who she is, she's better than everyone else. She doesn't think anyone could be better, or that anyone could take her little popular status. Bad to the bone, she's not just a rebel and teenage girl, she also has a mean streak. If anyone comes along who she thinks holds any threat to her, its pretty certain something like a secret will be leaked that very day, and that person is gonna fall from grace pretty fast.
Aphrodite also has her need for control. She needs to know that she's in charge, and that everyone is happily following her rules. And her rules are mean. They change every day. At one time, she could actually seem a little nice. The next minute the rules change and if you don't act like her servant your a dead man walking.
She's also terribly self-centered and vain. She knows she has looks, and she is not afraid to flaunt them.
Possessive, she has a problem with someone having something she had. Boyfriends for example. Aphrodite would dump a boy in a second if she thought he wasn't good enough for her anymore. But if someone was to start dating that boy, she would immediately work to get them back, because she can't stand someone else using someone she had.
Sarcastic, she has an answer to everything. If she didn't, she just wouldn't be Aphrodite.
But then you have the nicer side to Aphrodite.
When with someone she actually loves, she can become very caring, and very loyal. Her other side wouldn't give a second thought over leaving someone behind if it meant saving her own hide. But the kinder part of her wouldn't dream of letting someone get hurt for her.
She can be helpful and loving, however much she tries to hide it.
This side to her also holds the fear of the dark. That horrible feeling of loathing to deep shadows and dark rooms. Even as her self-centered horrible, mean side, Aphrodite hates the dark. She hates being in it. She hates thinking about it. She says its because of her mom. What others wouldn't know is that she has an irrational fear of everything that COULD be in the dark. Of the things that lurk in it.
Fatal Flaw:

    'OMG's. Just get over it V. Stop asking these stupid freaking questions and let me rest because honest to Hemera if you keep on...'


Aphrodite has one major issue. Herself.
People are gonna ask, "How is that a Flaw?".
Well here's the answer.
Aphrodite is sarcastic. She's mean. She's a spiteful witch. And she doesn't have any friends. She doesn't care for them, and so she doesn't have them. She may seem like this beautiful person who's so popular, but every person who says that obviously has no idea. The people who hang around with her are simply the people she controls. She doesn't love anyone, she doesn't care for anyone but herself. That leaves her completly alone in the world. If it came down to a fight, and she was about to die... Aphrodite would have no one there to save her.
Then because of her own personality, she finds it hard to connect to people. She finds it hard to make friends who she can count on.
IN more ways than one, Aphrodite is all alone in the world.

Pets:
None.
Talents:
A good sword fighter, an average aim, a less than adequate knife fighter. Her talents really revolve around her parentage, and not her own skills.

• Sword Fighting: Her only weapon based talent that could be called one. Aphrodite is a good sword fighter with a flare for style. She doesn't rely on this too much though. Instead she relies on her looks to win a fight. But if it came down to it, Aphrodite would surely not back away from an all sword's fight.

• Photokinisis: Aphrodite is the Daughter of Hemera, Goddess of Sunlight. That's pretty much a given that she has control over light. She can use the sunlight as a weapon, but it does drain her considerably. She can also dim light in a certain room, or make it brighter, but that causes bad headaches.

• Heat Resistance: She's able to resist very high temperatures, for example in the forges, because of the whole the sun is really hot thing. This doesn't drain her for the simple reason its a natural guard.

• Energy Light: Aphrodite literally draws energy from the light. Like a plant. Just not so much. Mostly, its something that can help her during a fight. She can heal quicker by relaxing in it [Which is why she doesn't go to the infirmary when hurt] and she can also draw some lost energy from it. Of course, it could be one of the reasons she has such a terrible fear over darkness. But in reality, Aphrodite wouldn't die when taken out of the sun. It just means her natural little energy source is taken away from her.

• Suns: Aphrodite can create tiny little balls of light that can hover over her in a dark room. Its not something she has ever used much before, but its there. [Much Like Sammy Suns] She can create the balls, and they hover for an indefinite amount of time until she wants them to go. They hold only a slight tingle when touched, and do not burn. BUT: It drains her a lot to create one, which is why only one can be made at a time.

• Magic: [I Couldn't Think Of A Name Okay] She can make little balls of light that she can simply mess around with. Yes, its childish. No, she isn't gonna use it in public. Their like little innie weenie juggling balls that she can send flying around and only give her a small headache. They also do not burn to the touch.

• Glow: One time when Aphrodite was scared enough, she started to glow. She doesn't remember it, but like everything else, its there. She can make herself glow faintly, just enough to light a small room. It would drain her if she knew about it.

• All Other Light Based Magic/Power: Possibly anything, but right now, the ones named are her only talent.

Weapons:
Aphrdoite has a sword that comes from a small sun pendant on a silver necklace. She was given it when se arrived at camp and has since been training with it.

Year-Rounder or Summer:
Year-Rounder.
Other:
Her color is Gold. I'm disappointed with her template lol And no one knows Aphrodite's real name



❝ we live in an age where everything is staged, where all we do is fake our feelings. i've been scared to put myself so out there, time is running out, need to let you know that -- last night i woke the F U C K up, realized i need you here, desperate as that sounds. ❞

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PostSubject: Re: Understand We'll Go Hand In Hand, But We'll Walk Alone In Fear, Tell Me, Where Do We Go From Here...    Sat Oct 13, 2012 12:45 pm


Cole Notte, Daughter of Nyx And General Bad Girl


Name: Cole Lilah Notte
Name Meaning: People's Victory
Nicknames: Just Cole. Never C. And never ever Lilah.
Age: 16
Birthday: 19th of September
Gender: Cole is, contrary to speculation, a person of the female variety.
God Parent: Nyx, Primordial Goddess of Night
Claimed: Yep
Years In Camp: Six years, give or take either way.
Mortal Family:

    'My Dad was em... non-existent? Yeah, that's a good word. Non-existent. I like that. Very... well it sums it up nicely. So he wasn't in my life. At all. I know his name was Nicholas. Yeah, I know. Not only did he have some serious name problems himself, he went and gave me a terrible middle name in the form of Lilah. Issues, if you get me. I think he was probably some stripper or something who went and got a Goddess knoc- Could you please stay on subject sweetie? Sorry. He didn't play a role in my life. Haha. Role. Rhymes with.. Cole.. you get it? Oh, tough crowd. Whatever. Nicholas was a person who I didn't know, so bang, there's your worthless paragraph from moi. Yeah. I speak French. Amazing, right? Not only do you get the boring old common demigod package, with the ADHD and Dyslexia and Greek, you also get the super amazing new-fashioned Rare demigod package of French. But it isn't two for the price of one. Pay on your way out please.'


• Nicholas Notte (Father): After that incredibly worthless piece of junk that Cole has filled your head with, lets now fill your head with even worse junk that tells you barely anymore than she said. Nicholas wasn't a stripper. In fact, he was a person who was in the wrong place at the wrong time. He witnessed something that he would call amazing. At a young age, Nicholas witnessed the Hunt of Artemis, as it saved him from something otherworldly. They left, not even bothered by the mortal man they had accidently helped. But it changed the normal boy. It changed him into a boy who wanted to find out more of the world he glimpsed. And it brought him from his safe home in Europe to a small beach house in New York, where he believed his search had finished. Of course, he was right. Of course. His search had brought him to where Mount Olympus was, and he was determined to become a part of this new life. It didn't occur to him that he would attract some unwanted attention from the Gods. Or one Goddess in particular. Nyx wasn't just in love with the handsome man that had tracked the Gods to New York. Nope. She was attracted by his name, which meant Night in Italian, and his charm, and his loving personality. Basically, Nyx thought "This is the next man for me!" and decided to take some action. But she didn't want to let him know who she was at first, that his search had led him to the arms of a Goddess...

    [Due to the fact she has never known her, Cole has no opinion on her sister]


• ----------- Notte (Sister): Sister's info isn't important lol I have nothing for her yet XD

    'This beautiful person in front of you- Me! Yes. This beautiful person in front of you grew up in an Orphanage. I didn't know my Dad, but whatever. Who needs a Dad when you've got a whole load of woman in massive plaid dresses telling you you’re a demon child? Its everything a girl could want. Oh, I grew up in it anyway. And I had a small little habit of getting kicked out of school for the occasional burning of school buildings or whatnot. Then I was adopted by a Satyr named Lindsey- Haha that was his name. Lindsey hahahaha. And then I came to camp, and got claimed, and bang, here I am. Amazing, right?'


Brief History:
As said with Nicholas, Nyx didn't wish for him to know who she was at first. And for months, she perused him, hoping he would fall in love with her. It took months. Nicholas was so set on finding the Gods, that he didn't notice the black haired girl in the Coffee shops, in the libraries, in anywhere. He only started to notice her when she displayed interest in what he was studying. And so Nyx spent a while having to listen to stories of the Gods she'd already seen. Which must have been incredibly boring. But she still loved Nicholas, and when she and he finally started a relationship, she was over the moon with joy.
But of course, because she had engaged in relations instead of admiring from afar, Nyx had to leave her latest male conquest. And she did so two months before their baby was to be born.
Nicholas didn't even realize she was pregnant, but was sort of unhappy when his girlfriend ditched him.
So for two months, he tried to clean himself up. He tossed his Greek mythology books, he tossed the maps he had drawn, and he tossed everything, discarding it all, saying it was a childhood dream, nothing more.
Imagine his... shock, when two months later a baby girl appeared on his doorstep.
The letter that was with her was pretty simple. It told him that her name was Cole, that she had been born in the underworld two nights before, and by the way, that girlfriend he lost? Yeah, she was a Greek Goddess called Nyx.
After he was done crying and whatnot, Nicholas started to wonder what he was supposed to do. Barely an adult himself, he didn't know how the hell to care for a baby that was going to grow into a hero. He didn't even know what to call her. So that was how her name, Cole Lilah came around. He didn't want some old fashioned Greek name like Hercules or Medusa for his little girl. Instead he went for the name Cole, reminiscent of pitch black coal which reminded him of night, and a... well a weird name, Lilah. Yeah. Cole was right. Issues.
But the terrible fact was, while he could name her, while he could feed her, while her could bathe her and show her love, Nicholas didn't have the knack. He didn't know how to deal with a small baby.
And that was how his little girl, his special little girl, found her way to the outside of an orphanage in New York, where she was brought in by the shocked nurse.
Nicholas was heartbroken to lose his daughter, and to lose his link to the magical world that had been before him. He decided to leave New York to LA, where he got a small job.
However, far away, Cole was growing up in an orphanage that would never understand her.
Instead it would think she was a demon child, one who was bad, and who would never be "Good". If anything funny happened, it was the young girl with the dark eyes that would be blamed. Even if the thing that went wrong couldn't have been her, because she was out of town. It was a game. The Blame Cole Game.
The little girl however kept her happy personality. She grew up the comedic, albeit the bad comedic, always helping those who asked it of her. She would make the little children who had just arrived at the orphanage feel more at home, she would help the older residents with their fears, showing them there was nothing to fear in the darkness.
Through her childhood, Cole thought of making people laugh, of becoming the trouble maker, of all the things a little girl should think about. It wasn't until she started in her first school that she really started to know she wasn't like the others.
Strange things would happen. They seemed to gravitate toward her, and there was no way in Hades she could stop it. Rooms would burn, teachers would disappear in a poof of yellow dust... and of course, she would get kicked out of schools. Diagnosed with ADHD and Dyslexia, Cole would try blaming that. "I lost concentration and sorta accidently lit a few papers with a lighter in the room. That's why it blew up."
The people in charge of the Orphanage were close to throwing her out of the home by the time she turned 10. It was only the fact she was good with children and generally a nice girl that saved her for a few extra months.
A few extra months in which time the Satyr that found her, Lindsey, was able to come and make up a marvellous story. That he and his wife were looking to adopt a child.
The woman who ran the home showed Lindsey every child they had. They kept Cole upstairs, determined she wouldn't ruin it. But he refused each one, saying that none of them had what he and his wife were looking for in their future son/daughter. And it was grudgingly that the quiet ten year old Cole was brought downstairs.
"Who do we have here!" He had exclaimed, and the timid little girl smiled widely at him.
"I'm Cole" she had said to him.
And he'd been overjoyed, saying she was exactly what they were looking for in a child. Papers were signed, her few possessions were packed, and Cole was in a Taxi on her way to Long Island Sound.
When she arrived at camp, she was a little bit worried. Of course she was. She'd been told they were going to her new home, with her new father, and her new mother. Instead she was in a massive camp with cabins and swords and a beach and a campfire and a Mr.
It took her a while to adjust. Even longer than it would have if Lindsey had stayed. But he had his Satyr duties to perform, and handing her papers to Chiron had left.
Over the next few months of her life, Cole became very close to Chiron. She had instantly trusted him, and no matter how strange it got in the camp, she knew that it was a good place if he was running it.
After she was handed her second bead, Cole started to relax. She enjoyed the Hermes Cabin, which was full of jokers just like her, and the rule-breakers, just like her. She couldn't help but wonder if they were her siblings, if she was a Demi-God Daughter of Hermes.
It was on the darkest day of the year that Cole was claimed. She had decided to take a walk, bringing a massive Greek Tome with her, determined to read it on the beach. It was a book she had found in the darkest part of the library, in a shadowed corner, where she had been before but never before seen it in. And it was full of pictures and words, detailing nearly every God and Goddess.
It was one of the last pages that showed her who she was. Cole flicked onto it, to find a picture of Nyx and every word underlined faintly by pencil. There were other words in the margin...
For a few minutes, she struggled to make sense of the gibberish in front of her, but when she did, she flicked to the front of the book.
On the inside cover the name "Nicholas Notte" was scrawled in delicate handwriting.
And the words in the margin?
"Nyx, Primordial Goddess of Night. Cole can't be a Demigod! It’s simply unnatural. But she is, she is, I know that much. My little daughter, Cole Lilah Notte, is a daughter of Nyx! Oh how I wish that I could have known...'
The writing had continued onto the next page, but that page wasn't there.
Cole was a little shocked. Of course she was. But she picked up the Tome, and raced to Chiron, who believed that the book belonged to her real father. He speculated that Nyx might have placed it in the Library herself, for Cole to find, or that maybe they had bought it in a rummage sale.
Whatever the reason for the book being there, he brought her to the Nyx Cabin where as she stepped through the door, she glowed a beautiful black as a crescent moon appeared above her head.
Since that day, two years have passed. Two years in which Cole has become a proper member of the Nyx Cabin. She has learned more about her ancient heritage in these last two years than all the years before, due in large to the book she found on the darkest day of the year.

    'Wow. You just asked me that. Just... wow. You do realize I'm not Aphrodite, right? I don't have this conceited little opinion on myself haha. Well okay. I have dark hair. I have even darker eyes. I'm average height I suppose. I'm pale. You know, we should so talk about you. Yeah, you. And then split ends that seem to be eating your hair one strand at a time. Oh lord, Cole shush What? Oh whatever. Just kidding hon. Or am I? Nah. I am.'


Physical Appearance:
Cole wouldn't be described by many as beautiful, but when her dark looks are coupled with her personality, she certainly does have an allure about her.
Cole's hair isn't long, but it does fall pretty straight, which gives it some length. It falls to a few inches under her shoulders, and unless it’s tied in a tight bun or hanging down around her face, then you won't see any unusual hairstyles from her. Her hair couldn't e called fully black, but it is dark, sometimes glittering lighter in different light. It has a slight reddish tint at times, because she likes to wash it with red. She has thick hair, with a fringe that falls mostly to the side.
Cole's eyes are incredibly dark, like shadows on shadows. They seem limitless, and it’s not until you concentrate- really concentrate on them that you see the deep wisdom and sadness they hold. Things might not bother her on the outside, she might fool herself into showing nothing but laughter, but Cole's eyes not only show all of her emotions, but all of her years. She has the gaze of someone much older than 16 at times. But at other times she could be completely at ease, laughing and joking, her eyes showing only her laugh. Cole's eyes are usually heavily outlined in mascara, sometimes even eyeliner and eye shadow.
Cole has pale skin, like milk, with no major blemishes on her face. She does have two birth marks, one on the small of her back and one on her left shoulder. She also has a few scars on her left arm and legs, from some nasty attacks. She doesn't like to speak of them, having almost died in the one that left marks on her arm, but she doesn't try to hide her scars, and would call them her war wounds. She tends to wear make-up, and it’s a very rare occurrence that you would see her without any.
Cole's eyebrows are plucked regularly, giving her a very neat little eyebrow raise. However, she doesn't like having to go and get them plucked. It was a moment of madness when she was twelve years old, and since, if she doesn't keep them perfect, she says that she looks "Majorly Unattractive, and even if I ain't Aphrodikey, that's a disaster for me."
Cole isn't tall, but she also isn't very short. She's happily in the middle of the two, although she does like to wear heels when possible. In truth, she may say she isn't vain, but Cole holds the need to look good and show of her looks, which means she likes to be semi-tall.
Her style of clothes is actually one of the oddest things about her. Cole couldn't be described as a punk, or a rebel, or a Goth. But her clothes do tend to lean on the darker side. She likes cute dresses, cute jackets, cute jeans, cute tops... basically, if she can find a dark purple or black top that says something adorable on it, then she's satisfied. She is almost always seen wearing her leather jacket, seen above in the picture. That doesn't mean she doesn't wear bright clothes. Cole can at times be terribly peppy, and her color in clothes and style will reflect that mood. It’s just that most of the time, she has at least one black thing on. Her nails are usually manicured, and she almost always has a scarf, or some jewellery on.
One thing you will not see Cole without is her phone. That is, her latest phone. Since arriving at Camp, she has always kept up to date with the latest trends, and once her phone is outdated, then you can be sure she's getting a new one. She can nearly always be found tapping away at the internet, talking with some random friends, maybe even just playing a game.

    'I am the nicest person you will ever meet on this earth. Hahaha no. I'm kind I suppose. Not too kind though, don't want people walking all over my kindness like they do on Alfie's kindness in eastenders. You don't even have that programme in America oh my God Gods sweet pea. And you have it, so I have it. Anyway. On with my little paragraph yes. I'm funny, of course. I make your ribs break with giggles yup. And I suppose I am a little cocky. You get the word picture?'


Personality:
Cole could be described in one small word as the joker. She likes to mess with people, to joke with them, to get them laughing. Growing up in the Orphanage with all them uptight ladies made her a little more of a joker than she would have been had she grown up with her father. She learned that if she wasn't liked, and if she wasn't admired, then she might as well be laughed at, because life is for living. And you can only live it once you know what you are in it. She was the eldest child in the home, and the one who had been there longest, so the little’s would look up to her for support, and for someone to help them through tough times. She would do that by making them laugh.
Cole is kind. Certainly. She might have a bit of a mean streak, but it’s always outdone by that beautiful strand of kindness inside her. She might not show it all the time, but she cares for others more than she cares for herself. If everyone around her is okay, is laughing, is joking, is just generally okay, and then nothing in the world could be wrong with Cole. She's a kind soul who values those around her more than she should.
She wouldn't be described as cocky exactly, but Cole certainly does have a high opinion of her abilities. If she's done something, she likes to think she's done it better than anyone else could have. She might get carried away at times, and she does start to annoy those around her when that happens, but if you quietly tell her to calm down, she'll most likely take heed and try to stop what she's doing. IT does get a bit hard however, and at times she seems a little too proud of the trouble she's caused.
That's something that should be addressed. Cole is the trouble-maker. Labelled one in her home, she simply became it, because it went hand in hand with being the joker. She likes pranks, she loves trouble... she's in it for a good time. One thing’s for certain. If you see Cole with a grin on her face, a grin that lights up her features and makes her eyes sparkle... run the other way immediately. Because if you don't, chances are you’re about to be feathered, or glittered, or whatever else goes on in a girls head.
Cole can't be called sarcastic, but she does have an answer for anything. If you get sarcastic with her, she will get equally sarcastic back. You make a joke, she has one to throw right back in your face. Just be careful what you say around her, because she doesn't really shut up when she's supposed to.
Cole is in fact incredibly artistic. People might not realize it when they see her, but she likes to draw, to create things, and she loves to sing. During her time in the Orphanage she would learn lullabies and such, singing to the younger children. Never much of a drawer, it became a hobby around the time she turned six, because there was nothing else she could do. She wouldn't call herself talented in either of these things, but she does love each of them. All of her clothes have some paint stain on them, because not a day goes by where she can't work on her latest masterpiece.
Cole tends to be a bit of a worry wart. She worries about losing someone, she worries about someone getting hurt... she might hold it in, but it shows in her eyes where she's worried. She'll get a terrible feeling about something, and she likes to listen to her feelings.
Cole is an intuitive. She might not seem it, but she is actually very smart and witty. She actually understands a lot more than people give her credit for, and you might not realize, but she can read emotions and facial expressions well. If you’re worried about something she won't wait around for you to tell her. She'll most likely give you some helpful advice. [WARNING: Cole's helpful advice? Yeah. Sometimes that "Helpful Advice" can be what gets you in major trouble]
With her ADHD, Cole actually can't sit still. She needs to be moving around, she needs to be doing something, she looks like she's on drugs all of the time. She may be a kind, beautiful person inside, but if she's bored, you better watch out.
Cole is actually quite a brave, daring rebel. She likes to graffiti, to break rules, and generally make a mockery out of any regulations. She's the type of person who'll tap the lamppost with the wet paint sign on it, just to make sure they aren't lying.
Very talkative, Cole can keep a conversation with anyone. If you can make her speechless, then you deserve a medal, because it’s a very rare occurrence. She can be incredibly quiet when left to her own devices, but when around people she likes to talk and make people happy.
All in all, she's a very typical teenage girl. She has a slight temper, she likes trouble, she loves jokes, and she's wonderfully loyal. Cole is an open book, and if you can't understand what she's thinking than you can't be watching her right. All of her emotions show plainly on her face, which might not always be a good thing, but it’s certainly an interesting thing.

    'Aren't fatal flaws supposed to be fatal? I mean, not meaning to be rude or anything, but the clues in the name. Okay, so how about "I don't know the answer to question b 1, so I am moving to question b 2?" No? Wow, you’re uptight. Okay. How about I don't know because I'm not allowed see what you've wrote? Does that work? Perfect. I'll just go twiddle my thumbs than, should I, while you all read it and she explains it? Great.'


Fatal Flaw:
Personal Loyalty. A common flaw, it is made serious by the fact that Cole values other people's lives above her own. They are simply much more important, because everyone that comes into her life is someone who she is not only related to, but grows fond of and loves. If someone was hurt, or if they told her to leave, then she would insist on taking their place, no matter what the consequences. If she herself was hurt, and she was running for her life with friends, they would be told to leave and to save themselves. Because if they were to be hurt she wouldn't be able to live with it.
Pets:
None
Talents:

• Night vision: This is the most basic type of talent for a Daughter of Nyx, and it takes no concentration or energy from Cole. She is naturally able to see in the dark. For as far back as she can remember, Cole can remember being able to see in the deepest shadows. Her vision in the dark is just as good as if you had put on a light in the room. She can see everything perfectly.

• Shadow Manipulation: Cole can manipulate shadows. This is actually a pretty handy talent. She can get the shadows to move, she can get them to cover something, she can make them thicker, make them like liquid... it’s all a matter of solid concentration. She's always said that it requires no energy from her, but the truth is she gets some really bad headaches from manipulating shadows. Cole likes to ignore the pain, but at times it can become overbearing, and it’s not like some paracetamol is gonna help.

• Creation: (The name sucks okay) Cole is able to create things from shadow. Like small balls of power, or whatever really. Thing is they last for maybe ten minutes, and leave her on the verge of fainting. If she uses this talent, you can be sure she has a good reason for it.

• Weapons: Cole is able to solidly shadow into something like a power weapon, a force of pure dark power which can be used as a defense or attack mechanism. The shadows will listen to her as long as she gives them a sacrifice, usually in the form of some blood from her herself. They will stay around her only for the amount of time bought by the amount of blood she has given them.

• Shadow Travel: This is something that makes her faint on a good day. Cole can travel through shadows, going from one place to another in the space of a few minutes. It’s hard, and scary, and she's only used it three times. Needless to say, she prefers to walk.

• Blending: Cole literally blends with shadows. This isn't the complete cover that Cloaking gives her. This is more that when she's in a shadow, she feels much more at home, and when she feels at home, she tends to become a little less visible. If there's any drawback to this, she hasn't felt it yet. As Cole would say when you ask her about it, "Its kind of natural, right?"

    • Cloaking: Cole is able to call shadows to her, to cloak her from the eyes of others. It’s not actually her blending ability, which is completely natural. Cole, when she concentrates, and at the very least says a nice prayer to her mom, can be completely covered. It’s kind of like she becomes the shadow. This ability is very taxing, and requires concentration to hold shadows for any amount of time. It does however, have its limitations. Cloaking is terribly draining and can cause increased wiriness. Cole is unable to cloak cars, houses, bicycles, or anything which is not on her immediate body. If her mom is in a particularly good mood, Cole is able to cloak one or two more people who hold her hands, but that demands more energy from her, and is a lot worse than if she tries to just cloak herself. Fatigue and a headache are the mildest problems that can occur from this, but the problems can change to something more serious in a second.


• Night: (Another Crappy Name) Cole is a little more active at night. This is because her mother is the Goddess of Night, and so she literally is more powerful during her mother’s time. Cole will function perfectly fine during the day, but when it’s dark outside, she's a lot more mischievous.

• Prophetic Powers: Nyx gave oracles from a cave. It stands to reason that Cole has minor powers of prophecy. They actually only show themselves in certain ways, like strong feelings that tell her what to do, or to say.

• The ability to create extreme light and darkness

• Dreams: Cole is able to manipulate the dreams of those within 35 feet of where she's sleeping. However, sometimes she's simply a spectator, only able to watch whatever is going on in them.

Weapons Of Choice:
Cole has a Stygian Iron sword, which has been by her side since that day when she was claimed two years ago. When she entered the cabin, she found a raven black box on her assigned bed, which contained a silver bracelet with three charms on it. A raven charm, a black rose charm and a black letter C.
It took Cole a while to realize what the bracelet actually was. She'd heard of the weapons that could retract, and of special necklaces and rings that held certain types of weapons. For a long time she believed that the bracelet was just that, a bracelet, and it wasn't until she was in the Arena one day practicing with a bow and arrow that she found out what it was. After rubbing it in some way, the Black rose turned into a sword, a pitch black sword which felt just right for her. She named it Shadow, after finding some Greek letters engraved on the hilt.
IT took even longer for her to realize the other charms weren't there for decoration. About a month later, she tapped the raven charm, and a knife appeared. It was in fact the smaller, more compact version of Shadow.
And then a few days after that, she made her shield appear from the letter C, a black shield with silver studs, and the design of a crescent moon on the front.
When she taps or rubs one of the charms, whatever that charm is hiding appears in her hand. However, she may only use one at a time. If she had summoned her sword, Shadow, then she cannot use her knife, which has been named Night, or her shield. But if she has Night, she can't use Shadow or her shield.
They do not get lost, and if dropped or taken will reappear on her wrist in bracelet form around five minutes later.
Year-Rounder Or Summers: Year-Rounder
Other: Color is Teal.
Took a full week and a half, and I spent from 9PM to 1:20AM perfecting her so yeah, I’m happy xD Her Physical Appearance is most likely temporary by the way, because I couldn't find the perfect player for Cole XD




❝ we live in an age where everything is staged, where all we do is fake our feelings. i've been scared to put myself so out there, time is running out, need to let you know that -- last night i woke the F U C K up, realized i need you here, desperate as that sounds. ❞

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PostSubject: Re: Understand We'll Go Hand In Hand, But We'll Walk Alone In Fear, Tell Me, Where Do We Go From Here...    Sat Oct 13, 2012 12:58 pm


Morgan Coppella, Daughter of UNKNOWN And Lost Girl


Name: Morgana Coppella
Name Meaning:

• Celtic Meaning: Bright sea. Dwells near the sea.
• Irish Meaning: Fighter of the sea.

Nicknames: Morgan. Never Morgana. Never Adelina [Her Middle Name]
Age: 16 [Actually should be 17]
Birthday: 8th of August
Gender: Morgan, despite her name, is female.
God Parent:
Claimed: No
Years In Camp: One year. Ex-Hunter.
Mortal Family:

    'Truth be told, I hated my mom. That sounds horrible, believe me, I know. But she was weak, and she was foolish, and because of her my life got screwed up. I hate the fact that she fell for some high and mighty God who doesn't even see the need to claim me. But always is a pretty long time. Now... now that I've spent some time thinking about it, I don't hate her anymore. Being honest I just can't help but feel sorry for her. I haven't forgiven her for what she did in life... but I feel sorry for her. Doesn't change the fact that I hated her until the day she died, and I.. I never got to say to her that I was sorry, or that I was wrong... or even that I loved her.'


• Lucy Coppella (Mother): Lucy grew up in New York City, attending a small public school. Her mother was separated from her father, and Lucy grew up with no dad, which made a heavy impact on the girl. With no father figure, she did the oppisote of what someone else would do. another woman would have become independent and strong. Lucy became weak, and could only find herself an identity through others. So from her early teens, she was controlled and manipulated.
When she turned 23 however, she met the man that changed her. From very early in their relationship, Lucy knew that her "True Love" was in fact a God, and she found out two months into their relationship that she was pregnant. Instead of him being the one to leave and party somewhere else, Lucy told her man that it was over. He had told her about the Hero's, about how their child would grow up into someone strong, and Lucy told him that her child was gonna grow up normal and happy.
To completely end it with her love, she moved to LA, buying a small apartment where eventually her baby daughter lived with her.

    'My history? Em, can I just glare in answer to that question? No? Jeesh. I had a mom. I grew up in LA. Crap happened and I left Chicago and lived on my own. More crap until I met Artemis and then joined the Hunt. What? No, I'm not a Hunter now. Oh my God, I didn't break my vow by falling in love. I quit. Walked away. Then I came to Camp. Big whoop, here I am.'


Brief History:
Morgana Coppella was born on a Crisp Autumn day, in LA, The City of Angels. She was always different. Not a bad kind of different. She tended to be quiet, and sleep through the nights. It was a difference that could be seen in her eyes. There was a look in them, a look that showed she was something not entirely human, but not inhuman either.
Lucy loved her child more than anything else in the world. All mothers do love their children, it’s just that apart from that ever present love, Lucy, as a mother, was a little different. She thought of her baby as not only her child, but also her best friend. She saw her as someone who would help bring her some responsibility, some love, and help her past the problems she had in her personality.
However, Lucy wasn't able to break a lifetime habit. She had grown up being able to become someone only through another, and the sad truth was she was weak, and she wasn't able to deal with life on her own.
So came the steady stream of boyfriends, each of which was worse and worse. Lucy couldn't see the bad in any of them, which inevitably led to everything changing around the time Morgan was 10. Lucy met the wrong man. This man was different to the others. He was charming, handsome, rich, powerful... but sadly, this was all a facade. This man, Liam, worked for Kronos, one of his devoted demigod servants. He had been set the task of finding useful demigods, and if they held any power, he was to scout them. See if they could be brought to Kronos and used, or if they were on the path to good. If they couldn't be used by Kronos, they were to be disposed of, so as not to leave many strong people on the rival side of the Gods. Liam knew exactly who Morgan was, and even though she was only ten, he knew she and her mother would never e swayed into joining the Titans.
It was on the night of June seventh that Liam made his attack. He had gained the trust of both Morgan and Lucy, and he knew where they lived. And it was on that night that Liam led his attack, with two hellhounds and five empousa.
Running, Lucy managed to get away with her baby, getting to the bus station in time to jump on a bus that was just leaving. The two made it to Las Vegas, where they checked into hotels under the names Lily Coppella and Adelina Coppella.
Unfortunately, they only lasted in this motel room for a few months unseen. Morgan turned eleven, and they were getting settled into their new "Home". It was there that Liam found them, catching them unawares, dragging them from the room. Lucy and Morgan were tied up, thrown into a pickup truck and then the long journey to Chicago began.
By now, little Morgan had been told everything by her mother. Who her daddy was, or at the very least that he was a God, what she was. She had been given what would be called a briefing by her mother, and told that if the time ever came when their pursuers found them, then she was to wait for her chance and run.
In Chicago, Liam and his minions brought the two girls to a disused warehouse, where for an even month they were left in the dark. Lucy tried to protect her daughter from beatings, but with her energy fading and Morgan becoming weaker and weaker, she knew that the time had come for her to grow up.
So Lucy came up with a plan, a plan that if it worked would kill her and free her little girl. She waited until the men were asleep, and taking a gun she had managed to hide, she shot Liam. Then she turned on the rest of the men. She'd told Morgan before she shot Liam "This is it Morgan. Run, and get away. There's a place on Long Island Sound for you. Get there, and be safe. I'll always love you Morgana. Always and forever. I know that I've been weak, I know that. But I hope that one day you'll forgive me. Even if that day is a long time from now, I hope you will. I love you. Goodbye sweetie. I’ll see you again someday."
Morgan ran as fast as she could, to the place where she had know there was a hole in the wall of the warehouse. From there she ran and ran, making it to the actual city, where she spent the night hiding in a small box at the bottom of an ally, listening for sounds of being followed. when the next morning came, Morgan woke u and made her way to the nearest bus, where she managed to board without baying. The bus brought her halfway to New York before it stopped, and she got off, wondering what the hell she was supposed to do now. After all, she was only 11 years old. She knew her mom was gone, and she knew she was alone.
Deciding to go on foot for a while, she started through the forest. It was there she was attacked by a hellhound, and she ran as fast as she could, coming across a house. She rushed inside, bolted the door and hid. This home was unoccupied, in the middle of the woods, and for a while, Morgan relaxed.
In fact, she relaxed in this home until past her twelfth birthday. People didn't notice the odd bit of food going missing, so she was able to live happily alone for a while.
She had to leave however when people came to view it, their hearts set on buying the "Serene Getaway" in which they didn't realize a little girl had been squatting.
Morgan lasted another three years on her own. It sounds unbelievable, when you think of a half-blood on her own for o long, but the truth was Morgan was always a survivor. Her instincts always told her how to live in certain conditions, and with them being the only thing she had left, she listened to them. In the time on her own, she was attacked a lot. She gained scars and skills, and she gained focus. When she finally got to outside New York, she was a lot older than 15 in her spirit. She had grown warlike and terrible, caring only for her next fight.
But in a side street, she was attacked by a Sphinx, and it was the end for her. She wasn't able to defeat it. And that was when the Hunters appeared, killing the monster that threatened the girl, and treating the wounds she had gotten. Starr was the first one to talk to Morgan, a 1920's recruit who had blonde hair, sparkling green eyes, and a strong sense of humour. She became a mentor for Morgan, and when she went missing, it was one of the reasons which sparked Morgan's desire to leave.
Almost an exact year after joining, Morgan walked away. She didn't break her vow and get kicked out. She simply walked away from the Hunters, from Artemis, and from her vow. It wasn't like she broke it at all. She simply made it void, quitting you could say.
After that, she finally followed her mother’s last words. She used some "Borrowed" money, getting a Taxi to Long Island Sound, where she was warned there was nothing. Getting out of the taxi, Morgan knew that she needed to walk over the hill, past the pine that was swaying. She would call it a deep down gut feeling, something she simply knew she had to do.
And it was amazing. For her, she had never been somewhere like it, somewhere where there were hundreds of people like her.
A year has passed. A year in which Morgan has settled into Camp Life, and grown some real ties to it.

    'I suppose I'm okay... I have dark hair naturally... but its dyed blonde right now. Em, isn't there a nice little paragraph or two down there? Yeah, can't you read? I mean, not to be horrible or anything, but I'm the one with Dyslexia. I have an excuse for not reading it. You don't. So go do your eyes a favour and read.'


Physical Appearance:
Morgan has never been described as beautiful, or breathtaking. She does however look cute, if not pretty, to some.
Morgan's hair is long, falling to near her waist when totally straight. It is a natural dark color, not brown, not black, but at the moment it’s an almost platinum blonde. She likes to keep her hair down and with small curls, because when straight, it’s not only too long for her to deal with, she also has to tie it back tightly or else bits will decide to fall down. Her roots sometimes show, and she doesn't try to hide the fact that its dyed.
Morgan's eyes are very expressive, showing you even when she's angry a glimmer of her emotions and love. Their pure black color, sparkling with humour when you can make her laugh. The odd thing about her eyes is that sometimes they shift and change, into a blue. She remembers her mother having the same eyes, only her mother’s eyes changed into lots of colours, not just two. Usually, her eyes are outlined in lots of black mascara and eyeliner, showing off the deepness in them, and showing off the contrast on her pale face.
Morgan's skin is very pale, tanning at times. It looks unblemished, but on her stomach and back she has some minor and major scarring from serious and not so serious monster attacks. She tries to hide them as best she can, because they add too her insecurities.
Her eyebrows are sculpted to perfection once a month, because she feels bad if she thinks her face looks wrong. They give her, like Cole, the perfect raised eyebrow look, which is a look she likes to practice a lot.
Her lips are a light pink naturally, sometimes tinted. Their shaped nicely, with a small little scar underneath her lip on the left side, barely noticeable when she uses concealer. Morgan's nose is straight, but only because she's lucky enough to never have broken it.
One thing everyone will tell you about Morgan is that she's petite, reminding some of a nymph. She actually reminds herself of a nymph. Small, she's certainly below average in height, and below average in waist size too. It also helps that her hair is nearly bigger than her body, which gives her an even smaller look. She walks very distinctly, like a prima ballerina, and keeps her back straight when she sits. Morgan says its cause she likes to at least look a little taller, but it’s also because from a young age she was taught proper manners by Lucy.
Thin and lithe, Morgan has the physique of a runner, a talent she's proud of. She's always had a tiny bit of pride in the way she runs, which reminds some of a gazelle. It’s one of the talents that’s kept her alive for so long. Morgan doesn't look like she can handle anything, but don't let the looks deceive you. She's strong and agile, able to handle her sword perfectly fine.
Morgan's style is light colours, pastels. She likes them because they remind her of softer times, times that have been gone in her life for a while. Most of her clothes are flowey, falling around her waist. She tends to wear jeans mostly, but leggings and skirts are perfectly alright.
She doesn't wear heels, despite being so small, but she will on certain occasions. Just like her make-up is reserved only for mascara and eyeliner unless she's doing something nice.

    'I'm nice I suppose. Probably broody though. Yeah. Broody. That's what I get called y some girls from the Ares Cabin. Anyway. Another handy few paragraphs down there, so get busy and read.'


Personality:
Morgan can be described in only three words as the misunderstood girl.
Not Aphrodite misunderstood. She and Morgan differ so much that it’s like comparing a zebra to a camel. Whereas Aphrodite is sure of herself and vain, Morgan holds little value in her looks and abilities.
When you first meet her, she seems to be quiet and withdrawn, keeping herself to herself, ignoring other people's business and making sure you do the same with hers. Morgan doesn't talk to that many people, keeping to the shadows when around others. She seems fatalistic and cynical, associating everyone with the people she met in the real world, not seeing people at Camp for nice people like she should see them as. She's certainly street smart, knowing how to handle herself in hard situations, and when she first came to Camp she found it hard to believe not everyone was like her. You don't mess with her without getting into some serious trouble.
But when her other side is finished, the side she uses to protect herself from others, you see a change in her that's quite dramatic. It’s like you’re seeing a totally different girl, from the way she holds herself to the way she speaks.
Morgan is incredibly expressive. She uses her hands a lot when she speaks, wringing them or shaking them, making shapes. It gives people the impression she's hyper or worried, but the thing is that while she can see what she's trying to describe in her head, the words won't come to her. She also tends to rush over her words or speak them too low for people to hear, which means she then has to go back and speak it again. On the rare time she stutters, or struggles with them, if you so much as try to help, or gods forgive you tease her... well it’s not just her evil eye you need to watch out for.
While nearly every half-blood suffers from ADHD and Dyslexia, Morgan is a lot worse than others. This means that while she can be very, very quiet, she gives off this feeling, this compressed energy. It’s like she's getting ready to bolt at any moment, because she always seems ready for something, always waiting for an attack or the moment she can leave.
Morgan's voice is actually a pretty soprano, but she keeps it low, so as not to speak to loudly. However, if she gets angry, or starts to feel a very strong emotion, her voice rises into what it should sound like, becoming louder. It kind of fills with some power, making it resonate around a room, making sure that it’s not only heard, but understood. She might not speak up an awful lot, but when she does, Morgan tends to be listened to.
Morgan is a very loyal person, trusting and loving people so much that she will turn her back on everything else if she believes you. She might not make a lot of friends, but those who fall into good enough graces to at least be called an ally have a strong warrior on their side, because Morgan is terribly stubborn. No one is able to change her decision or opinion on something or someone, unless she herself decides it’s wrong.
Compassionate, she can't bear to see anyone hurting, and will immediately rush to their side, to help or otherwise. It’s a nature she has always had, and probably always will. It’s not something that’s reserved for those hurt though. If everyone has turned their backs on someone over something that was done, then Morgan won't desert them. It’s actually quite dangerous, because despite her distrusting nature, she will always stand by someone, even if she knows they've done something horrible. She just can't leave someone on their own, losing judgement because she thinks with her heart rather than her brain.
Morgan is actually very wise. Her wisdom comes from the heart, and she will always give you her honest and best opinion. She won’t sugar coat anything that she's saying, because she doesn't think that lying is good. She's also a very smart girl, because while she may give off the broody, silent air, Morgan likes to spend her alone time in the library. She won't read the English books, but the Greek ones are hers for the taking. In fact, even though she's only been at Camp a year, Morgan's IQ rivals that of a high scoring Athena kid, and she knows lots of not only Greek, but some Latin as well. Very witty, she has an answer for almost everything that is thrown at her.
Morgan is also a very sarcastic person. Once you get to know her, you'll find that under her hard girl exterior, the real Morgan is in there, who is a sarcastic, loving person who looks for fun and will help almost anyone.
She seems to hold a very deep inside need for the quiet, but in fact she loves to talk. Give her half a chance and she'll bend your ear with tales, and gossip, and jokes.
Morgan wants to understand the world, to analyze it one bit at a time, to learn things others don't know.
She can be very excited by change, loving adventures and surprises.
She's very shy at times, which means that she'll look for the quickest way to get out of an awkward situation. However, sometimes she can be very brave and loud, and no matter what she would never leave someone, even someone she didn’t know, alone in a fight. Even if she's in one of her darker moods, Morgan will always have your back.
Morgan isn't very sure of herself or proud, but she does have an unspoken desire to rise above others. She has so many insecurities, such as her looks, her hair, her being too thin, too smart, too quiet, too much of a freak. Not a day goes by where one of her own thoughts will bother her, and she'll start fidgeting, fiddling with her top, her jacket, her purse, trying to fix something that only she can see. Morgan feels a need to make others see her, to make others proud, to be shown love and reverence.
In a fight, it certainly helps to have Morgan on your team. Being in so many life situations, she's not only skilled in how to survive, but also how to fight. She's amazingly fast on her feet, and her plans might not always fall through like they should, but they were worked out as well as Morgan could have worked them out. Her best weapon would be with either a sword or a bow and arrow, given the fact that most of her training had been done using one of them.
All in all, Morgan is what people call unpredictable. She's energetic, intelligent, optimistic, and able to make friends easily when she tries. Of course, she's very changeable and can be restless, untidy and rebellious as well. She doesn’t
t listen to what most people tell her, making her own decisions. If she wants to hang out with someone who everyone else has abandoned, then the best thing to do would be entertain her, because at some point or another she'll do the right thing. Morgan is dynamic and versatile, and she fights using rules and conventions. That doesn't mean she won't play dirty if she knows it’s the only way she can win. She holds a competitive streak that shows in fights. She leaves people guessing on just what mood she'll be in, but you can count on her being clumsy, and her being brave. She won't shy away at your time of need, but she might not always be in the mood to talk.

    'I hate to sound hateful, but fatal flaws are supposed to be fatal. This stands to reason that I haven’t the foggiest on what my flaw is. So em... couldn't you read it as well?'


Fatal Flaw:
Morgan has exactly three flaws, which when thrown together make one almighty fatal flaw.
The first would be her insecurities. She always sees herself in a demeaning light, not always seeing the good parts of herself. Because of this she's done things like run away, dye her hair, changed her fashion style more times than she can count... she's just a girl who doesn't feel right in her own skin. At times, it feels so bad for Morgan that she's made herself sick with worry over what people would say. She thinks people are secretly whispering behind her back, which makes her see them in an even worse light than before. Of course, she can, at times, overcome this, becoming a sweet 16 year old with a lot of life in her, and no worries. But at other times she doubts even her fighting skills. She does secretly hope one day she'll be able to rise above this, because it’s one of her weakest flaws, and the one that I think would be the easiest for her to overcome.
Her second would be her compassion, her love, her judgment. She can't always see the bad in people, which clouds her judgement and makes her feel sorry for those being ignored or hurt. If someone is being bullied she will always step in to stop the fight. If someone is being shut out, she will make sure they feel wanted. This is never safe, because she might befriend the wrong person one day. If she's made a point of sticking by someone, she won't change her mind unless it’s her own decision.
Her third, and most dangerous flaw is her personal loyalty. This is very different to her compassion. To those who Morgan loves, as family or friends or something else, she will always put them in front of her own needs. She will always make sure they live, even if it means losing herself.
Pets:
None. Morgan has always loved horses and cats however, and when she has enough money saved for herself, she's convinced she's gonna buy herself that sought after pet.
Talents:
[Until Such A Time I Decide Who Her Godly Parent Is, This Spot Will Be Mostly A WIP, Filled Only With Fighting Talents]

• Sword Fighting: Morgan is an amazing sword fighter, quick on her feet. She might not like to see people hurting, but if you threaten her or her friends she will make sure it is the last thing you do for a while. If you go out to the Arena at midday or nine at night, you will most likely see this girl out practicing ruthlessly, not stopping until she's fatigued and on the verge of fainting.

• Bow And Arrow: Morgan is an adequate aim, and still has her Hunter bow and arrows. She doesn't use this as much as she uses her sword, but it’s almost always near her, just in case.

• Survival: Morgan has incredible survival skills, because since she was practically 11 she's spent her time scavenging and caring for herself. It wasn't something she was taught, more so she taught herself, following the basic human survival instinct.

Weapons Of Choice:
Morgan uses her sword, a celestial bronze long sword that provides her the room she needs when she’s fighting. It’s almost always with her, in the form of a very plain, very normal bracelet. Because Morgan doesn't wear jewellery, she was actually pretty nervous when she found out what her gift was. But it only took her a while to realize that if dropped or misplaced, be it sword or bracelet, it will always reappear on her wrist. She's very protective of the sword she calls "Starr", because it was a gift from one of her closest friends, Starr, who was a Hunter of Artemis. I say was, because around the time Morgan was deciding to leave, Starr left on a Hunt and never returned. She left in an envelope the bracelet with a small letter that Morgan has hidden in her trunk at the Hermes Cabin, under the false bottom. Its assumed Starr died, but it’s uncertain what happened to her. It was even Starr who inspired Morgan dying her hair blonde.
Morgan also still owns her hair clip, which transforms into the silvery bow and arrows used by the Hunter's. While she may have left them, she still feels connected to Artemis, and so, once a week, she ventures into the woods to practice without gawking masses in the Arena, and hunt for monsters. It’s a little tradition to her.
She doesn't use a shield often, because Morgan has a little habit of turning it into an unfair weapon. And Morgan is all about fair, so she decided a while ago to give away her shield to a girl called Sarah, who had just arrived at Camp in the Hermes Cabin. She doesn't miss it, but she does miss the fact that she was a little more protected when she had it.
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Other: Color is LightBlue.
I have honestly no idea who her parent is gonna be. It could be a God, hell it could be a Titan because I'm planning on buying that extra spot. I'm hoping that cause she's unclaimed I can get away with spending some time working this out, working out her personality more in RP, and then when I find the right father for her, I'll start remaking her character sheet. I'd prefer if I could work with the character she is for a while XD As with Cole, her physical is most likely temporary, cause I couldn't find the right person for her. I had an image in my head, I had a name, and then I had a story. I pretty much worked with that lol




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Chastity McKenna, Daughter of Nyx, Hunter of Artemis And Brave Warrior


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Godly Parent - Nyx, Primordial Goddess of Darkness and Shadow
Age - 15 [IMMORTAL]
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Godly Parent - Aeolus, God of Wind
Age - 15
Birthday - 31st of December
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PostSubject: Re: Understand We'll Go Hand In Hand, But We'll Walk Alone In Fear, Tell Me, Where Do We Go From Here...    Sun Oct 14, 2012 3:12 pm


Name:
Dora Winifred Burkle
Nicknames:
Just Fred. I mean, who the hell would want the name "Winifred"? Or, for that matter, "Dora"? [JK JK JK]
Age:
15
Birthday:
31st of October
Gender:
Funny actually. People mention Fred, and they always double up, thinking she's a boy. Surprisingly though, she is very much Female. [As demonstrated by Cam in The C-Box]
God Parent:
The Legacy of Athena and Hephaestus [Winning Combination XD]
Claimed:
Well, she's always known her heritage.
Mortal Family:

• Roger Burkle (Father): Son of Hephaestus, his dream is too one day have his little girl become a Hero. Him and Patrica have always been the smart Mom and Dad who embarrass you at every chance given, but really he's a big softie who dotes on his Daughter. Born in Texas, he was brought up on a small ranch, where he lived with his Mother until she sent him to Camp Half-Blood to train. Here he studied various crafting and design, becoming good enough that when he was 16 and wanted his own life and job, he had skill's enough to move back to Texas and build a business from nothing. When his Mother died under suspicious circumstances, Roger sought to take revenge on whatever had been the cause of her death. This was how he found Patrica, left by her Lover, and recently un-cursed. Bringing the pretty girl home and helping her, he soon fell in love, and was even happier to find out she was like him, a Half-Blood Daughter of Athena. Living on the Family Ranch, they ran the business themselves and were overjoyed when she found out she was expecting. Married a few months later, their Only Daughter Dora Winifred was born in the Summer. Since then he has spoilt her, and has splashed out for everything she could ever need. Also, travelling all over the world with his small Family is a hobby of his.

• Patrica Burkle (Mother): Daughter of Athena. Never went to Camp as a Child/Teenager because her Father was slightly eccentric with his ways. Patrica lived a pretty normal life. Except for the fact she had been cursed at a young age to fall in love with someone who could only love her for a little while. Unknown why this curse was given to her, but it was, and that was how she fell for Mac, a truck driver visiting her town on a job. Older, and certainly horrible, she loved him, and he used her. Which is why her Family disowned her. Patrica later said Athena helped her in them few days, leading her to her true love, Roger. When better, and able to do what she liked, Patrica approached the idea of becoming an Archaeologist, and when her Daughter was born, wanted it more than anything else. Roger, wanting to please his Wife, agreed, and that was how they came to travel to places forgotten long before.

Years in Camp:
On and Off her whole life.
Brief History:
Born to Patrica and Roger, Fred wasn't exactly the normal of all normal people.
Her Mother being a Child of Athena, she was always so interested in the world, and her Daughter along with it. Sure, she may have come off as a little slow, maybe a little unloving, but Patrica Burkle did love Fred with everything she had. Roger on the other hand, never had any problem with showing his love to his Only Daughter, making sure she wanted for nothing. He had made sure she was born into a strong Family, with a married Mother and Father, and a good home with which she could call it.
So when Fred turned One, and her Mother wanted something a little more, Roger was a little doubtful. I mean, Patrica wanted to drag her small Baby around the world, and live the life of someone who had no worries.
But he was soon convinced, and they set off on their first adventure.
Luckily they found a job excavating a basement of a large home in China, looking for an Ancient Burial Ground the owners insisted was below. It wasn't exactly a Burial Ground. More like, a place where some relations to the owners had buried a small time capsule in the 1960's.
They returned home only a Month afterwards, but that was it.



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PostSubject: Re: Understand We'll Go Hand In Hand, But We'll Walk Alone In Fear, Tell Me, Where Do We Go From Here...    Sun Dec 09, 2012 11:34 am

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Curiosity "Zee" Temperance Is Now Offically Active. When I'm Not Lazy, I'll Edit In Her Character App Thing. *EDIT: Added Her Character Sheet, And Now Zee Is Officially Open For RP's!



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PostSubject: Re: Understand We'll Go Hand In Hand, But We'll Walk Alone In Fear, Tell Me, Where Do We Go From Here...    Tue Jan 01, 2013 1:34 pm

HAPPY NEW YEAR CHB!
For 2013, I have officially inactivated Zee and Thalia, bringing in two new charries. One is a WIP cause I can't work out a Godly Parent. The other, Cole Notte, Daughter of Nyx, is ready and awaiting acceptance!
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