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Age/Birthday: 16. Turning 17 on 31st December.
Gender: Female
God Parent: Athena
Claimed: Yes
Mortal Family: Father- Edik. Half little sister- Jamie Llewellyn, 6 years old- currently missing
Years in Camp: 2
Brief History: Gwenda was waited on hand and foot from a very young age. Her father was a professor at an elite boarding school for rich kids and so she lived at the school with him. However, after seeing how selfish his daughter grew to be around the age of six, he had her allowances cut, limited the amount of things she could ask for and kept her under a close watch. Currently living in New York, she cut her hair to show how she disliked her father's control over her life. She still maintains a choppy hairstyle to this day to keep up the reminder. She went to a public high school after her father refused to let her into his boarding school. She ultimately lived by herself but a mortal boy called Caelan, whom she'd known since she was three years old, checked in on her from time to time. She had a crush on him since she was eleven years old. She was a cheerleader in both middle and high school. She was rescued from by a satyr and Caelan combined when an angry cyclops almost turned her into Monster Chow (sponsored by the Titans and garanteed to fill your demigod-hungry needs!). Caelan, not being a half-blood couldn't come to camp with her though, so promised to look after her apartment and explain to her father should the need arise.
Physical Appearance: She naturally has wavy, blonde hair but dyed it a light brown. Her eyes are grey. Her body is toned. She is tall with slightly tanned skin. She has a small scar on her left hand from an incident involving peanut butter, bread, butter and the knife. Yep, she made a mistake and buttered her hand. Silly four year old!
Personality: s a cautious person most of the time but she isn't afraid to take risks every now and then. When alone, she'll be in between on-guard and relaxed. She acts completely on guard when people are around. She has a habit of watching people too long. Gwenda's greatest strength is her ability to blend in and her greatest weakness is her disassociation with others socially. She has a soft spot for guys with muscular arms and/or intelligence. Her soft spot becomes especially obvious when she's alone with a guy because she tends to blush, stutter and become suddenly clumsy. Her biggest vunerability is when someone she loves is in trouble and she's helpless to hurt them. Torture her all you like and she won't crack. But let her see or hear someone she loves or even remotely likes getting hurt, she'll spill like an overturned glass. Self Perception: To describe herself, Gwenda would use the word invisable. She would say that her physical appearance doesn't matter but that may be just because she can change it extremely quickly, in her opinion any way, a pointed nose. She is ambitious but not too ambitious because she doesn't know what she wants overall. She considers her face her best physical characteristic because it is forgettable. Worst would be her arms because she thinks they are too long and calls them a term that your doctor would use: being a "racehorse." She has a realistic assesment of her face but her arms are normal. She thinks that others perceive her as a lost cause or plain shy. She would change her childhood, her social awkwardness and her arms. But she knows that if these were changed, she would not be the same person. Changing her childhood for instance, would have stopped her from having the opportunities that she did. She would be happier though. Her interaction with others is often suspicion of people around her unless she trusts them completely. She can be very friendly towards others but she puts herself out of the way from them. As for how she relates to others, she can understand others quite well and therefore can percieve what they are thinking and interpret it. Strangers perceive her as a shy and ordinary looking girl who isn't very interesting nor is she special. The odd person will see her as pretty though.
Fatal Flaw: Let's see... Hyperactive- never seems to run out of energy- note the word seems
Hot tempered- easily angered
Cynnical (occasionally)- no reason in particular. Just her personality
Accident prone- could trip over air if she could
Absent minded- forgets the little things when something else comes along
Awkward- kinda nervous and a little paranoid- doesn't know what to do around guys
Melodramatic- Conviced the slightest bruise is a warning she's going to die or a splinter is life threatening
Pyromaniac- Obessed with fire when she sees it.
Pets: N/A
Talents: architecture, singing, foreign languages, archery, sword fighting, strategy, has an idenic (I think that's the word anyway) memory (she can remember everything she's seen, touched, heard, smelled and tasted).
Weapons: Sword (celestial bronze), bow and arrow (from a necklace shapped like an arrow through a heart)
Year-Round or Summer: Year round
Other: She's one of those cool geeks. Knows some Spanish, Latin, ancient Greek (obviously, huh?) and a little Italian (will be translated)

Name: Mikayla "Ace" Littner


Age/Birthday: 14/July 9


Gender: Female


God Parent: Eris, goddess of Strife and Discord


Claimed: Yes


Mortal Family: Martin Littner {father}; Stephy Littner {Step-Sister}; Tanya Amber Littner{step-Mother:Dead}


Years in Camp: 1st year.


Brief History: In the years prior to her birth, there were breaking news. Catastrophies. Disorder. Chaos. Even some people thought of the world Ending! These were the years of Eris, as she brought about discomfort and hurt to the land fleshies. Eris was blood lusting, severely angered as the men and women lived their lives without even a sacrifice or two. The nerve! Eris was not pleased of the modern day age, as they ignored the gods, and the ways they worshipped things like food, internet, cars and SOCKS! And no one could stop her!

Until Martin came. Dedicated into his line of work as a military soldier, Eris was happy to see one man who was self-less and compassionate. She would marvel about his ways of rescuing victims of flood, calamities and war. She would make the stars line up in the sky for him. She even became human for him! She was a medic in disguise. She worked with him for several years in Iraq, healing everyone, and even acting out of character in front of him. And so, she dreamed of a life with this tall, handsom man, until they were sent home.

Eris was already a month pregnant, to her utter joy, with the child she knew was a gift from Aphrodite. She felt the love and care of the man while somehing stirred in her womb as she time passed. But, as they landed in Arizona, her heart fell. It was meeting her dream man, for years of course!, but also meeting his beautiful wife. Tanya was nothing, compared to her, but she could tell Martin would leave her for his true wife. Outrage, Eris still kept her cool and walked away, no more interactions with the mortals until the day she gave birth. Eris delivered the baby girl on the doorstep of their home, and she knew the fate of her child would go bad in the hands of the foul woman. And so, deep in the night, while everyone was sleeping and the baby was safetly in the crib of the same room Stephy, the couple's only child, she murdered Tanya, blood spraying on her golden locks and she didn't even had time to scream. Mad with laughter and sense of winning, Eris fled with a curse on the birthchild. But in the darkness of the night, since the half moon must've been hidden in the clouds, Eris mistook Stephy for her little child, Mikayla, and the curse of greif and pain fell upon the young girl.

In the years then, Martin took in the child, knowing he was the reason for all that has happened. Martin never knew what lengths it took Eris to make her way known. If only he had the sight of this happening! Martin was the only one that could help her youngest daughter though, and he knew it. He knew that what would happen to his little one if no one stood by her side. Call it paranoia or even leap of the blood, but Martin knew he had to make it right. For family. On the other hand, Staphy wasn't the one who would forgive easily. Call it her fatal flaw. She made the educated guess of Mikayla being the cause of all this, as to her appearance caused the death of their beloved mother. She made her little sister's life uneasy, and always went out of her way to crush her dreams.

Mikayla, at the age of 7, had it. With a rough life for the past years, she had it with everything. She called herself Ace, and would scowl in outrage if someone called her Mikayla. As the years, Ace had gone to different schools, sometimes into different states even, because she was banned for doing things. Sometimes, she would look for attention she knew she would hate, and found herself provoking a circus bear or something like that. And even for her past, Ace was banned, even if she didn't even do it. All this, Ace took with only her father and a grudging Stephy as they hopped between states.

For some unknowned reason, Ace gets the feeling of uneasy-ness if someone had met her the first time. She knew she would be despised anyway, even if she did good, so she didn't actually made an effort to do something note-worthy. But all in all, Ace was misunderstood.

13 years after the incident of murder, Ace was, well, thirteen. She grew up to be an independent and troublemaking girl, much to her father's disappointment, but he didn't leave her one bit. She would be caught cheating, stealing, and even throw vegetables in someone's back yard! And all throughout, Ace was both comfortable and irritated that way. Until the day she almost killed her sister. They were left alone at home, while Martin, now a retired military man, was at the grocery store. Stephy was ordering Ace around, which Ace reacted negatively and just yelled. She had enough. Without thinking, Ace ran out of the house and slammed the door shut, as her feet wandered aimlessly around. She let her heart out, screaming in the Sunday morning as local church-goers looked at her weirdly, and she let all the pain lose. As she went back home, she found herself in a now burning, one story house. She panicked a bit, going inside to risk her life for her sister. But she found no one. Running she was already rescued, Ace proceeded outside to look at the building crowds, but as she reached the door, falling debri fell on her head and she lost consciousness.

Ace woke up, the next three days in the infirmary of Camp, with demigods bustling for her. She found out that a satyr found her, amazingly unburnt in the ashes of their home, and she was lucky to be there. Ace asked if anyone was left of her family and the said satyr only shook his head saying he hasn't seen anyone. Resigning, Ace slumped back and sigh. Now, she has a new home in the wide open Camp, and never did she want to find her family. Why would she? She would only cause their deaths.


Physical Appearance: Ace is definitely pretty. With her double colored eyes, since she has the medical diagnosis of complete heterochromia, she is definitely one rare specimen. One of her iris is the color of brownish hazel, and the other is that of misty blue. Both of them looked absolutely pretty marbles on her heart shaped face. She has long, naturaly curly dark eye lashes, and her wavy and shiny hair falls down on her shoulders. She has thin eye brows, perfectly placed on her face, and her lips are red and is a thin line under her small nose. Ace is small and speedy, with a little waist and muscular, and yet long and thin limbs. She is standing over 5'5", weights below average, even though she eats alot due to heredity, and she has a slightly tanned skin.

Ace is a bit of a tomboy in style, and she loves to prefer baggy pants and shirts anyday than skirts and dresses. She hates make-up, jewelry or any of the like, and despises anything that would make her look anything at all unlike her. She doesn't believe on anyone being another person for the sake of appearance, but she doesn't really care about the others that would. Ace wears her hair down, sometimes uncombed or hanging loose in a pony tail, to get it out of her eyes. She wipes her face off from sweat, by the back of her hand, and it becomes a habit of hers. She bites her lips if she becomes nervous and uneasy.

Another thing about Ace, is that she loves hats. It makes her feel safe and secured once something covers her head. She doesn't sweat easily, and she could wear a jacket under the heat of the Summer sun. Ace is photophibic too. She has the sensitivity to the light, and her eyes would hurt if she is exposed to brightness. The flash of a camera is one of the things that she hates the most.


Personality: Ace is a trouble maker in layman's terms. She has the certain image in her that labels her to be an action girl, deadly and powerful. Ace is athletic, and always on the move. She tends to stay away from the things that remind her of the past, but if her attention is divertede, she may forget that she even had a past. She is a prankster, and very much fun-loving in the inside, if you offer her a chance of diception and trickery, but she always tells the truth if she gets caught. She hates to lie, and therefor makes an effort into the extent of disguising herself if she doesn't want to be caught. Ace, has a mild irritation to authority, and she hates them all. She doesn't care about the rules, to the extent of not really knowing who the current president of the US is. Ace is good at making others both feel at home, or feel unwelcomed, as long as she feels like it's right to do so. Basically, Ace is no average girl.

Ace is a bit bossy. She hates it if someone doesn't see her perspective before jumping into conclusions. She's yell at them, if they don't ever listen to her, and in the end, if she was right and they were wrong, she'll say the quote: "I told you so." on them. Ace feels quite guilty, if someone would ever be in her bad side, but if she remember why she hated them from the start, her burning passion ignites. Ace usually scowls, whenever she is intimidated, but her smile is worth a thousand lives if you were able to replace that blank, expressionless face of hers.


Fatal Flaw: Ace has acute senses, proven to her that she is unique. Or maybe it's too acute. Ina battle, as they fight, she might get glimpse of far away things that distract her from the enemy, thus her fate ends.


Pets: She has a small Robot-like machine, about 2 feet tall. One of Hepheastus' scrap creations she found as she wandered around one of his abandoned forges. Vio, sort for Voí̱theia(help in Greek) is a handy helper around the cabin, and it has modern day technology installed in his motherboard, creating emotions in his system. It is a walking, talking and probably the most creative computer system there is. Ace considers it as a 'sibling' for at least this doesn't judge her character based on what she has done, therefore she treasure it mosts and never lets it out of the building. {Transformers >.<}


Talents: One of the most notable thing about Ace, is that she's got one eck of a mocking bird's voice. She could sing sweetly, and yet she spends her time shouting her voice out. She learns to play the guitar, another noteworthy talent, thus she owns her own blue guitar besides her bunk.

On demigod talks, Ace has the power to cause major disruptions in peace. Like setting off fires from no where, creating large gapping holes in buildings and even unknowingly making objects combust, as long as it's chaotic, drastic and catastrophic, you know the daughter of Eris could be behind it. But, behind it all, Ace doesn't go to the extent of world dominations. Sometimes, even if it weren't of her doings, she gets blamed for everything.


Weapons: Ace is handy at sword play, but she prefers the regular bow and arrow as her main weapon of choice. She has a golden apple, ironic how it brought down the ancient Greek civilizations before, that transforms into a bow made of flexible Birch wood, and fine string.


Year-Round or Summer: Year-Round.


Other: This character was made by Banana. Adopted from Sgt.Little Kyle

Age
Ichabod is seventeen years old.

Gender
Male. And a very nice looking one, at that.

Description
See the picture. Also, if he sees his image, cracks start appear and he will crumble.Like so:

So to recap: He has gray eyes. He has dark hair which is kinda long. He's tall. And when he sees his image, cracks appear on his skin. And this leads to him crumbling. And therefore dying... And dust.

Parents
Aphrodite and Edmund Peveril met at an art show in central London. Thanks to his job, Edmund was due to sail to America in nine months. Aphrodite gave him their son on the very day that he eft for America.

Powers
Ichabod has the power to make ONE person a day fall in love with him. It's relatively easy to break because he needs to keep doses of the power going. He can give up to several doses, each time getting weaker. Also, it doesn't work if the person is already in love. It isn't strong when Ichabod hasn't rested either at all or very well, either.

Personality
Initially in his life, Ichabod was a kind, loving and kind person. But these days, Ichabdos is hedonistic, self-centered, narcissitic, traitorous and impatient. Because of his curse, Ichabod can not see his own image or he crumbles to dust. This is what sparked his fear of mirrors. However, he is very vain and loves to hear about himself. He is also very stubborn. Sometimes, he can return to his old self and be very naive. He is very charismatic and socialable, with people finding him easy to talk to. He is very persausive and intelligent too. Modern slang doesn't make sense to him.

Weapon
Celestial bronze knife and a celestial bronze sword.

Talents or skills
Growing up, Ichabod has always been musically gifted. He can sing, play the violin, piano, flute and, in the future (like, our present) guitar. He also learned to cook and is very talented at drawing.

Roleplay example
Ichabod was lurking in the shadows of thedarkened room. The air was cold around him and he had his back to the doorway. Ichabod detested his cabin. All the perfume and clothes and accessories... Not to mention the mirrors. He wanted a place to himself And although he thought it impossoble, he wanted to see Rosie. Rosie always made him smile. He wanted to go home, back to the place and time where he was waited on, hand and foot. He was intelligent enough not to hope he could. He knew that the manor had been sold back after the second world war. He wasn't surprised the future was like this, dull, dark and boring. What he needed was a place where he could socialise. He needed... He needed someone to fall for him again. To tell him all the nice things he already knew about himself. He smiled at the shadows, got up and left, leaving his darkened cabin behind him. And chasing after another dream.

Biography
Ichabod was born in 1888 in London. Almost immediately after his birth, Ichabod was taken to live the United States of America. Living in Little Rock, Arkansas, with his father, Edmund Peveril, Ichabod was raised out of sight in the confines of big, ivy covered walls of the Peveril Estate and Manor House. Generally, he was very secluded in his personality until he was aged five. When he was five, he befriended a girl called Rosie. Rosie was the daughter of the gardener. She and her family were dark skinned. Segregation back then was pretty popular. But the Peveril household never endorsed that behaviour. In fact, one of the reasons the manor and estate were so exclusive was because of how the population thought about treating other races with such kindness. Rosie taught Ichabod a lot. She taught him not to be afraid of the world around him and to be kind and gentle to nature and people. Rosie was an approved infulence on Ichabod since the first day of their friendship. As they grew older, Rosie started to gain attention from other men. Unwilling to let his best friend go with such people, Ichabod became stubborn with her. An argument between the two followed and Rosie stormed out. This occured when Ichabod was fourteen and a confused young man. He had an idea. He tidied himself up, took a knife and set out for her heart.He found it, all right. He found it with a bullet in it. Ichabod, whilst growing up, had always been aware that he was exceptionally good looking for someone of his age. He looked older than he was. He knew girls fauned over him. And he knew this made some other boys hate him. A jealous young man had shot Rosie dead. Enraged, Ichabod went after the killer. On his travels to find the murderer, he discovered the "joys" of drink, gamboling and sex. Changed for the worst, Ichabod is hell bent on killing Rosie's murderer. On his travels, he lost the desire to murder and focused on the women he could convince to come to where ever he could find. He found a young woman once who refused him. Intriqued, he allowed her to buy him a few too many drinks and he made a deal with her. So long as he never saw another image of himself, he'd age at a slower rate. One year for every ten years. It wasn't until a few years later when he discovered the deal had been legitimate that he realised that the mysterious woman was in fact Hebe, goddess of youth. He woke up one evening inside a place called the Lotus Hotel. He gambolled, had fun and eventually, when he left, was taken into the outside world. He was brought to camp by avery strong wind... A favour from Aeolus called in by his mother, Aphrodite.

Anything else
He is not immortal. He can still die through injury, illness and time. Oh and the cracks/disolving thing can kill him too.

When Ariel was born, her two year old brother decided that she was never to be let out of his sight. So for a year, Mike watched over his baby sister. Their mother was expecting another any day soon when their parents were murdered as they slept. The killer took the two children and their adoptive parents within the crime ring that the killer belonged to took them and treated them like slaves. The two were renamed Nobody and Anyone. Anyone always reminded his sister that Nobody was not her name. Ariel was her real name.

At the age of five, Nobody discovered a talent for reading, a talent her brother never gained. Nobody wasn't very good at reading but she could understand simple words. Without schooling, the siblings weren't taught how to read or write so they worked their own way of communication out. They used pictures in messages that they would leave for each other in their closet bedroom.

When Nobody was aged ten, she was cleaning when her brother burst into the room. He wouldn't explain why but they had to run. They had to leave. After twelve year old Anyone had managed to get the pair a good distance from the place where they had been mistreated for so long, Anyone told her what he had done. Anyone had killed their adoptive parents. Nobody didn't know how to look at her brother. She didn't know what to think anymore.

A few weeks down the line, Nobody plucked up the courage to confront Anyone about why he had murdered them. Anyone tried t avoid it at first but then he told her. Their adoptive parents had planned to sell Nobody and have her trafficked around the country. Nobody didn't understand at first and didn't talk much to her brother at all, keeping distance and silence between them.

Aged thirteen and fifteen, the pair found themselves running again. Nobody had gotten too close to a boy. Scared when he found out what had happened to her "adoptive" parents, Nobody shot him, losing her first love with his blood on her hands. They kept moving from then on, going all around the US continent.

Ariel "Nobody" Stevens
"Everybody's got a dark side
Could you love me?
Even with mine?" - Kelly Clarkson, Dark Side

Age/Birthday: 15/March 1st
Gender: Nobody is a girl.
God Parent: Melinoe
Claimed: Yes
Mortal Family: Spencer Stevens (father), Dahlia Stub-Stevens (stepmother), Peter and Jasmine Foote ("Adoptive" parents)
Years in Camp: 1
Physical Appearance: Ariel has thick and dark hair which she often curls. Her eyes are brown with flecks of gold. She has tan skin and a firm build. She stands at five foot seven inches and is very flexible.
Personality: As a child, Nobody was a depraved of the care, love and attention a child needs. Because of this, Nobody is hesitant but with a greedy streak. Still very vulnerable, Nobody is easily persuaded into things. Nobody's sense of right and wrong can be a little odd at times. After finding out about her brother's murders, Nobody closed off her heart and developed major trust issues. Having killed someone, she gets easily scared that someone will find out and arrest her, separating her from the only family she has left, her brother, and a chance to redeem herself.
Fatal Flaw: She had no schooling and therefore cannot read or write.
Pets: N/A
Talents: Art and singing
Weapons: Twin blades (Stygian Iron)
Year-Round or Summer: Year rounder.
Other:

Michael "Anyone" Stevens
"Oh yes I'm the great pretender (ooh ooh)
Pretending I'm doing well (ooh ooh)
My need is such I pretend too much
I'm lonely but no one can tell"- Queen, The Great Pretender

Age/Birthday: 17/January 8th
Gender: Anyone is a guy.
God Parent: Melinoe
Claimed: Yes
Mortal Family: Spencer Stevens (father), Dahlia Stub-Stevens (stepmother), Peter and Jasmine Foote ("Adoptive" parents)
Years in Camp: 1
Physical Appearance: Mike has dark hair which frames his face. His eyes are dark with flecks of gold in them, identical to his sisters. His build is firm and strong. He stands at six foot.
Personality: Anyone is naturally protective over things and people that he loves. He is also very stubborn at heart. Although he can be mature, responsible and make good decisions, under pressure, Anyone acts rashly. When panicked, Anyone has been known to go to extremes. Scarred by his own act of killing two people, Anyone's greatest fear is himself. He thinks of himself as a monster and tries to keep the monster down inside. Forever thinking about his sister and the life he could have led with his father and stepmother, he is driven to think he is unworthy of love and compassion, leading to he himself often acting cold to people.
Fatal Flaw: No schooling.
Pets: N/A
Talents: Ambidextrous, drawing, eye for details
Weapons: Long sword (Stygian Iron)
Year-Round or Summer: Year Round
Other:

Bree always adored running. Her mother used to say she could run before she could walk. Her mother was a kind woman who was called Jo. Jo had met Bree's father, Apollo, at a strip club a few years before. Apollo had grinned at her and that was it. He told her to give him a call some time in the future. Remembering the handsome man two years later, Jo called Apollo and a lengthy affair began.

Jo was already married when she started her affair with Apollo. The relationship had been happy at first but when her husband became redundant at work, he started abusing her. Raping her, hitting her and cutting her. Anything to feel some sort of power over her. Carefully seeing Apollo behind her husband's back, Jo took every moment she could and soon fell pregnant with Bree.

Bree was a cute child with golden blonde hair when she was young. When she was three, she witnessed her “father” harm her mother. Thinking Bree was his own child, Jo's husband didn't harm the girl. He made sure the girl was treated with respect, unlike his poor wife who regularly got cut and beaten and raped before Bree's eyes. Jo's husband didn't usually stop until Bree screamed out, scared and crying her eyes out. He'd always make it up to Bree some how.

Paying for her tuition when he got a new job, Bree's “father” took the girl to school every day and kept the girl safe (unknowingly spreading his scent and hiding Bree from monsters). The girl was shy through kindergarten, gaining a few friends every now and then. Eventually, Bree grew more confident in herself and gained more friends as time went by, becoming Little Miss Popularity.

By the age of nine, Bree had already started to train as a sprinter. With her “father” encouraging her to run as fast as she could and build up her stamina. She won her first gold medal at the age of eleven at her very first track meet against four thirteen year olds.

At home, things weren't as good. Her mother had been in and out of hospital for a few years now, telling the staff that she was simply very clumsy. When Bree was nearly twelve, her mother was hospitalized by her “father” after her threw her down the stairs, raped the poor woman and cut her in places I don't want to mention.

In hospital, Jo saw Bree often. Bree would make sure she was comfortable and OK. She'd do anything for her mother. She was the only one who knew the truth behind the scars, after all. It was here Jo told Bree that the man Jo claimed to be her father was not. Jo swore Bree to secrecy, fearing that her husband would harm her daughter just like he had her for years and years. Jo died that same day, holding her daughter's hand and singing a lullaby whilst her daughter cried into the bed sheets.

When Bree turned thirteen, she watched the court trials as her mother's husband was convicted of killing Jo through domestic abuse. Bree cried little and she stayed strong. The man was allowed to tell her some kind words as he was taken away, still unaware that she was not his daughter. The court moved her into the custody of the next of kin, her uncle Henry.

Her now legal guardian was all sugar and spice toward Bree. He even started coaching her in her running. He did anything for her. Living with him and his family, she didn't believe them about how abusive he could be, believing him to much different. Nonetheless, she grew close to her cousins, Adrian and Quinton Kendrick, and became a sisterly figure toward them. Not long after her arrival, the boys' mother is taken to a mental asylum for trying and failing to murder Henry.

At the age of fourteen, Bree was a well developed young woman who was pretty and smart. She dressed in dresses and skirts, happy to show off her toned legs and hourglass figure. She started to become unnaturally fast, winning races a lot faster and setting new records. She even got into the Guinness Book of World Records for one of her races. Switching from sprinting to long distance at the age of thirteen, Bree was lapping twice as fast as the average runner. She'd always hide it from her new family, but when she was in her room and alone, she'd lie on her bed, exhausted, and just fall asleep.

Continuing her winning streak, she grew closer to Henry, spending a lot more time with the man and seeing him as a fatherly figure. At the age of fifteen, she competed for state championship. She played a tough game for the other runners but she started up the speed, winning a whole eight minutes before second place came by the finish line. Henry took the family out to dinner to celebrate her achievement. Little did she know the dark things the man had planned.

Once they reached home and the boys were in their room, Henry said he wanted to talk to Bree. Leading her to her room, Henry slammed her against the wall and started groping her. His hand over her mouth, Bree was helpless. The man was violating her body and she couldn't do a thing. He ripped off her clothes and made her do things she hated. If she cried or made a sound, he'd slap her hard or whip her with a piece of wire he'd torn from the wall of the room. He continued to abuse her body every night and whenever he felt like it. Sometimes, he'd tell her this was his way of showing how much he loved the girl. Sometimes, he'd try and hurt her as much as possible. He'd grope and rape her over and over again, proclaiming his love or punishing her for being bad. Bree finally believed the boys.

Five months into this torture, Bree was horrified to learn that she was pregnant with Henry's child. Crying as she fearfully told him, Henry denied it and threatened her with worse than rape if she told anyone it was his. With no pride or dignity left, she told the twins the news and when asked about the father, lied and told them it was an athlete from Bel Air who denied all knowledge of the baby. She told them they had done the dirty in a storage closet twice that day and never saw each other again.

After an incident where she grew a little over confident with herself and Henry raped her in full view of the boys, she lost the child. Terrified and relieved at the same time, she didn't know how to take this news. She had been broken into little pieces by Henry and smashed by his betrayal and deeds. After Henry had dragged her by her hair up to her room and proceeded to further rape and abuse her, cutting her upper thighs, her labia and breasts with a pair of broken scissors he had snapped. Remarkably quiet through all this, Bree bled a lot that night. When Henry had finally gone and the twins had a chance, they came to talk to her. Bandaging herself up, she told them how he raped her the first time. She told them how he'd punish her if he thought she was lagging in her training (which he kept up since she won royalties). She even told them how he'd creep into her room at night and wake her up just so he could touch her.

Lulled to sleep by Quinton, she woke up the next morning to discover the murder of Henry. Adrian killed the man and Bree was instructed to run with Quinton. Finding out that Adrian was jailed for a year, the two kept going as far as they could. It wasn't long before monsters descended and a satyr found them. The two were taken to Camp Halfblood and the rest from there has yet to come. After a year of jail and some events, Adrian joined them at Camp.

Over time, Bree calmed down. She was free and soon started to return to her old self. She is still wary of adult men. She flinches when someone raises a hand, no matter what the action. Bree's goal is to become an Olympic athlete one day so she trains every day, building up her stamina. She trains herself, too afraid to let anyone but the twins see her.







Nickname: Bree, Breeze, Breezey
Age: 17
Years at Camp: 2
Appearance: Bree was born golden blonde. As she grew older, the sun darkened it. In some lights, it looks brown and in others, it can appear to have a golden sheen to it and look blonde. Unlike other Apollo kids, Bree has brown eyes. She's pretty with tanned skin and dimpled cheeks. She stands at five foot eight inches and weighs nine point three stone. She has a well toned build with an hourglass figure. She has scars running from her upper thighs to her abdomen and breast area thanks to her legal guardian's abuse toward her.
Personality: Since Bree arrived at Camp Halfblood, she has returned to her old fun loving, out going and kind self. The girl's main traits are how competative she is and how neat and tidy she can be. In Bree's mind, everything has its place and everything is going to be in its place unless she says so. She is determined and stubborn. Thanks to the man she thought was her father and her uncle, Bree can get very nervous around adult men she doesn't know and is still wary of adult men she does know. It doesn't stop her from getting along with boys her own age, though, even if she does flinch when they raise their hands. Ordinarily, she is a happy go lucky girl who enjoys talking on the phone, texting and giving misguided boy advice. She is intelligent and can easily patch someone up should the need arise.
God Parent: Apollo
Mortal Parent: Jo Taylor-Moris
Step-Father: Dicken Moris
Date of Birth: October 31st
Powers (optional): Bree can run twice as fast than the average cross-country runner. She can even reach speeds of up to 37.9 miles per hour. If she exceeds this, she throws up and gets really nautious. To maintain her power of speed, she must maintain a healthy and balanced diet. She can use this speed for half an hour three times a day.
Fatal Flaw: Bree is competative. Like overly competative. She'll often put winning over everything. Her life comes to a stand still just so she can win a race or a bet or something.
Other Flaws: Bree is a chocoholic with secret stashes everywhere in her bunk. Bree is a terrible liar. She couldn't lie to save her life. She could attempt to but she'd give it away eventually. She is wary or even afraid of adult men. She feels the need to be loved so will flirt if she thinks someone her own age likes her. She has terrible nightmares every night.
Weapon(s): Bree has a bow and arrow. The arrows are assorted, ranging from regular CB arrows to trick arrows and specialist arrows. She also owns a CB knife.

^Bree at an archery lesson.
Pets: N/A
Talents/Skills: Bree is talented at singing, poetry, arts and is really good at healing people. Her stamina and pain thresh-hold are really high and she can run really far even without her powers.

An Example of Role Play

Bree's breath was ragged. She kept her eyes narrowed on the goal. Win this race. Win the race. Win. Keep going, Bree... she thought to herself and pushed faster. Growling a little when someone passed her, she started running faster and faster. She had to win. She wanted to win. Winning was important. Winning was why she was there. Winning meant the world.

Bree passed the finish line and jumped, screaming out her happiness before being handed a medal and a trophy. She rushed over to Henry and the twins. "I won! See, Uncle Henry! I won!" said the girl and showed off her trophy. The girl hugged all three of them before noticing a look in her guardian's eye that set her on edge. It was a look she knew from her father... A look she remembered.