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Years in Camp: "I'm pretty new. Also, I'm on the lookout for new faces."
One

Claimed:
Yes

Year-Round?:
No, but Bryce's only reason going back to their house is his studying and his pets.

Weapons: "I can make knives appear out of thin air. It's a good weapon."
Bryce has an expertise on knives. By just thinking the word, he is able to make it appear out of thin air. Another reason for that is his fear of deja vu. His first celestial bronze weapon was a sword. He avoided that, and got on knives now.

Titan parent: "What do you say? She's a titan. I'm not a demigod."
Mnemosyne, titanness of words and memory

Mortal Family:
George Immanuel Scotts, father (alive); This man first met Mnemosyne when he was at break time during his work. Since then, the titanness kept visiting him. In two years, Mnemosyne bore Immanuel a bouncing baby boy, Bryce. Just then, Mnemosyne just vanished out from sight. Immanuel cannot quite believe what just happened in their two years, and now with a baby. He does know that Mnemosyne was a titanness, but he can't believe it. And it was passed on to Bryce. Immanuel treated Bryce like he couldn't believe he was there.
Isabelle Scotts, step mother (alive); Isabelle married Immanuel when Bryce was six. Isabelle wasn't at all close to Bryce. But she lured Immanuel's already distant relation to Immanuel.
Marianne Scotts, step sister (alive); Marianne was born two years after Isabelle married Bryce's father. She treated Bryce normally, but still, wasn't close to him. She often left him alone.

Brief History: "Don't even ask. It's a nightmare woven to reality. Literally, since I dream so much and I still remember them. I wonder what's the feeling of waking up and forgetting what's your dream? Wow. That must be wonderful."
Bryce lived a pretty normal life, even though he was a son of a titanness. He excelled in school, often getting the highest score as he has in his mind do anything to make Immanuel notice him. But as the days go by, gradually, there was Bryce, getting sadder and sadder as he go through his life.

Partly was because of his father getting remarried to Isabelle Scotts, a teacher and having a daughter later on, Justine. He felt like his father's attention, which is distant to him, got even a mile away with Isabelle at her side. Well, that's a shallow reason. The real reason was Bryce's memory. He remembers too much. Way too much. As a half-blood, nightmares were frequent.

And that is what Bryce remembers. Nightmares. Way too much nightmares. And monster attacks, too, that can possibly happen in the future. He was the son of Mnemosyne, and so he can do this kind of things. Every day, he was nervous, too alert. Once he dreamed of a pack of howling things when he was seventeen, closing in behind him. He cannot run. And then he woke up, sweating. Just at that moment, what he dreamed came true. A whole pack of hellhounds broke in they're house. In fear, Bryce ran for the kitchen, and get a knife. He attempted to slay the pack, but unknown to him, only celestial bronze can slay monsters, and hell hounds. He screamed as he got cut.

And then he woke up.

It turned out to be lucid dreaming of false awakening. He was there at his bed, perfectly unharmed. Coincidence, maybe, but that day, Immanuel sent him to camp. Bryce did not say a word. After packing his bags, he drove with his Dad to camp.

That was when his dream came true. They were attacked when they were at Half Blood Hill. Bryce, still feeling attached to Immnuel, let him drove away as he lured the hellhounds to him. Well, being inexperienced, Bryce just ran to camp. On the way he saw a fall camper's bronze sword and picked it up. One step from the border, Bryce cried out in pain as his shoulder got bit. He whirled and slashed wildly with the sword, reducing the monster to dust. He took the step, and the nightmare was finished. Bryce walked to the Big House, bleeding.

He woke up with his shoulder bandaged. On his first day of camp, he got claimed by the titanness Mnemosyne. Belonging to no one's cabin, he was deployed to Hera's Cabin, much to his annoyance.

He also became an outcast on camp. With no dyslexia, he can read English as well as Greek. He earned the title, "the walking encyclopedia."

Physical Appearance:
Bryce stands medium-build, with a taste of reading glasses. He wears his straight blond hair tidy. His eyes were the pretty color of blue, which was ruined because fear was always dominating them. They were also wild. Bryce's skin was pale, but not as pale as Khione children do. On his clothing, well, he liked to wear Camp T-shirt most of the time. He always wore sleeved shirts as he liked to cover his shoulder's permanent scar. His armor were also special,as it compacted to a locket, which Bryce always wore. Some kind Hephaestus camper made it from him, seeing he needed a little protection.

Personality:
Bryce was a sad, little kid on his world.

Because he remembers too much, he remembers the wrong kind of things, such as nightmares and monster attacks. He was always sad, alert, and his eyes were wild. He was not that socially awkward. He knows how to keep a conversation going, but he mostly were just replying with hmms and ahhs and just sometimes asking questions himself. In case of fights, Bryce rarely cared. On Capture the Flag, Bryce was mostly given the least duty--guard, even though he can show more than that. Bryce would just shrug his shoulders, and let it go. He was pretty ignorant. Why, because he was teated like the bad guy just because he was the son of a titanness. Not all the titans are the same, yes? This added to his sadness, knowing that campers judged books by their cover.

Fatal Flaw:
Bryce remembers too much. He cannot easily forget things, and he mostly remembered his nightmares and monster attacks, still fresh to his mind. When he met things that are identical to them, he was prone to nervous breakdown.

Years in Camp:
This is her fourth year at camp.

Claimed:
Yes. Hecate claimed her the next day after she arrived at camp.

Year-Round:
Yes. The orphanage she used to live on was destroyed. She had no family that she knew of.

Weapons:
Shirley wields a large, bronze sword, identical to that of the anime Claymore.It compacted into a small, intricately carved locket.

God Parent: "I've got Hecate here! I seriously like fantasy mangas. Thanks to my mother, I can imitate that manga Claymore. Miria, especially!"
Hecate, goddess of magic and witchcraft

Mortal Family: "Um. I was born at an orphanage. Or grew up there. I don't know my mortal parent."
Herald Scarlet, father (deceased); This man met Hecate while in the verge of his first son dying. Hecate had told him she could save his son, and Herald agreed. But it turned out that Herald misunderstood. His son died, but in turn Hecate bore him another child--a daughter. She also gave him a locket that was magic it can turn to a weapon it first thought of, and the fact that she was goddess. Hecate also told him that Shirley was a demigod, that she was special. Herald was horrified, and as soon as Hecate left him, the blond psychiatrist held Shirley to his chest... and carried her toward an orphanage. He never contacted her until his daughter was thirteen. Then he left after the brief contact. Shortly after, he was mauled by a cyclope.

Brief History:
Shirley had her mind on the Holy City Orphanage, just in the outskirts of Los Angeles, California. She grew up as an orphan, but then, this doesn't stop her from being contented with her life. Shirley had only one close friend--another orphan girl named Frances. They both share the likes of anime, the Japan-made animations. They were both often seen in the mess hall of the Orphanage, talking about animes that others cannot relate about.

They stayed until Shirley was twelve.

When Shirley was thirteen, Frances was claimed back of her parents, much to Shirley's tears. Until then, she was alone on the Orphanage. Her depression rages on when monsters started attacking the building. Once a lone cyclopes with once red eye started to rampage the place. Shirley ran out, and because of her demigod skills, was able to run away safely and even wound the cyclopes that made it leave the Orphanage.

Shirley burst in tears. First, she lost her best friend, then now, she lost her home.

That was when a strange man in black suit comforted Shirley. He gave her a locket, and told her to think of a weapon she really wanted. Immediately, Shirley thought of the sword Claymore, from the anime in its name. The strange man smiled, and gave the locket to Shirley and told her to always wear it around her neck. Then he gave her the instructions--go west to a place Camp Half-Blood. He gave her a bag, with money and clothes. Shirley just stared at him. The strange man smiled, and told her to trust him. He touched Shirley's small and scared face, and with his touch and his voice, Shirley felt comfort.

But before Shirley can even think what that meant, that feeling of... love, the strange man in black left with one wave. Immediately, he seemed to dissolve into darkness, though Shirley knew he does not. There was a strange noise. Shirley knew it. It was the monster with the red eye. There was another shriek, a voice of agony.

Then out that place Shirley ran, afraid once more. Unknown to her, the agonized voice was that of the strange man in black. It was her father, Herald Scarlet, mauled by a cyclops right in Shirley's sight, only cloaked by unnerving darkness.

On her way to camp, she faced many struggles. Hell hounds attacked her, demonic animals attacked her, but Shirley beat them all with her new sword, Claymore. But what kept her going was the strange man. Who was he? Shirley promised she would find him, after she'd arrived at that place he told her to go--Camp Half Blood.

The final challenge aroused when she was at the Camp Border. Shirley was in bad health when an huge dog with red eyes tried to kill her.

She wielded her sword, Claymore, and feverishly slashed at the monster. She coughed blood, then was knocked out unconscious. Right there she remembered the man in black, wanting his touch that she was sure would let her out of this pain.

The next thing Shirley knew was she was in the infirmary. Nothing to go to, Shirley stayed year-round. She made new friends, like of Frances.

But she always remembered the man in black, his touch and his voice that filled her with the unknown feeling. Shirley was filled with sadness when she thought of him. She remembered her promise, remembered it clearly. She would search for the strange man, not knowing she would never find him.

Physical Appearance: "I'm Short. Even shorter than Collin. Don't laugh. I've still got my speed, though. Count that!"
Shirley shares the same appearance as Herald. She wore her brown hair long and wavy. Her face was a small face of a small girl the height of 5'6. Her eyes were the color of green, and mossy shallow sea. Shirley's frame was small, too. But despite of this, Shirley was cute. She gains speed easily because of her light weight. Shirley wore her traditional smirk, and was always holding a bottle--empty or not. Although she was small, Shirley had strong arms. She can carry her bronze sword easily and can even slash with it with normal speed as carrying a 3-foot long bronze sword. On her clothing, well, she liked to shirts and jeans. Preferably not the camp T-shirt.

Personality:
Shirley, in the surface, was very talkative. When she met someone, she's going to supply the conversation well enough, only needing a little ahhhs and mmms from the listener. She never ran out of things to say, and these things were mostly anime. Shirley knew she might be boring her listener, but she didn't mind. She'd smile, and then would say good bye when she noticed her listener frowning.

But on the deepness of her heart, you can say that Shirley is a loyal girl. This is evident with her desire to search for the man in black (although she'll never would). Once you proved a friend to her, she would be very loyal to you, keeping your secrets in her mind, not forgetting it.

Shirley was also stubborn. Very stubborn to the extent that she's going to fight even though she knew she was wrong. When this happens, Shirley would start diverting the argument into another subject, and then start an entirely new argument. This only sound to her defeat twice, and more humiliation. This also caused her some enemies. But it just happened that the words give up were part of her vocabulary.

But Shirley also shares a deep kind of sadness. Longing, almost. But she rarely showed this. She wants to be happy with her life. She wasn't going to dwell with it. However, if a thing struck with Shirley and caused her depression, Shirley would sulk in a corner for days, not talking to anyone. That rarely happened, but it does haunt Shirley.

Fatal Flaw:
Shirley's fatal flaw was her dedication to pursue a promise. She'll go into lengths and walk into obvious dangers just to keep her promise. This is good, but once overboard, it will be very bad for Shirley.

Years in Camp: "I've been here so long. Since I'm 10."
This year is Daryl's eight year in camp

Claimed: "Please. Of course I am! Else I'm not on cabin 10. Duh."
Yes. Daryl was claimed by Aphrodite a week later at the sing-along. She was blessed with her tattered dress in that dreaded beauty contest, and that made Daryl puff in pride.

Year-Round:
No. Lewis is now aware that Daryl is a demigod, and has enough protection in his care. Also, Daryl loved him and wasn't about to leave him alone.

Weapons: "Ew. Weapons. Why can't we just live this world without violence? I'm no fool, so I also kept a blade. You ever heard to cat claws? That's mine. It fits perfectly with red dress, glittering red dress with flexible cotton!"
Daryl is no fan of weapons. However, she found one that matches her neat-freak style. She kept two bronze bracelets painted red. When activated, each bracelet would spout three, gleaming bronze claws much like that of a cat, tinted blood-red.

God Parent: "My mom is the best. But not all my siblings. I just love their variety of blush-ons."
Aphrodite, goddess of love and lady of the doves

Mortal Family:
Lewis Willow, father (alive); Lewis met the goddess of love after he designed his yet most successful dress design. He'd just published it out, and was ready to find a model for it. Aphrodite, being astounded and perfectly amazed at Lewis' design, decided to post as a human lady and disguised herself as Daryl Franceska. Lewis' eyes bulged as he saw the lady, and made her his model for his design. Since then, Lewis got the eye of Aphrodite. In three years span, the goddess bore him a child. With that, she left and never came back. Lewis was, of course, was broken. He loved the goddess, but decided to turn it to their child--Mari Daryl.

Brief History: "Oh god, stop that! I don't want to remember Lilian. That jealous rat. I think it's jealousy that made her ruin my dress. She's just so insecure with me."
Daryl lived a pretty dainty life before Camp Half Blood. Her father was a designer famously called for a screen name Lewis Darlington. Because a designer, Daryl grew fashion freak. Since she was a child, Daryl wore glamour dresses, matching jewelries all the while. Of that, Daryl was totally contented with her life.

The moment Daryl turned 12, many boys at her age and even of older ages fell in deep admiration to her--her beauty shone with a kind of pride. She grew so fashion freak and she honored perfection.

On her closet the moment Daryl turned 15 was full of flowing gowns and jewelries of high prices. She had one whole cabinet of assorted make ups. She had kits of contact lenses all strewn out on her room. She had a bunch of hair blowers and curlers around. She had different brands of hair and skin products, body scrubs, and blush-on. In spite of that, Daryl's room wasn't messy. She had all of these stuck into neat boxes. It was all a girly girl would dream of, and for Daryl was heaven.

She goes to a prestigious school at Manhattan. There she made a lot of friends, and enemies too. Most of these were enemies, since Daryl was high most of the time. With all of the whispers swirling around the school--positive or negative--Daryl lived through all of that in perfect bliss.

As Daryl's life was close to her 'perfect' scenario, everything went wrong.

When Daryl was preparing for her next beauty contest, Lilian, one of her bitterest enemies sabotaged her dress. Daryl's flowing, cream and pink dress, skillfully and intricately stitched design went haywire--to more fairer terms, the dress' long skirt were cut in half, shredded and hanging in tatters. Daryl cried in anguish, not bearing the awful timing. Not being able to buy a new dress for her as she was stubborn enough to want her original dress, Daryl ran outside in tears.

That's when a griffin attacked her. Daryl screamed and swatted the bird away with just her arms. She ran away, her sleeves in shreds and her arms bleeding. She stumbled in the road. Luckily, her father was there. With a surge of hope, Daryl climbed inside the car. They sped away. But that wasn't the end, though. The griffin continued to pursue them. It crashed the car's window glasses. Daryl felt like this was the end. While Daryl cowered in the seat, the griffin just screamed defiantly before falling in the street as particles of sand. A lone arrow was in the place--an arrow of a hunter of Artemis. Daryl didn't know this.

Since that moment, Daryl lived in fear. Not long, a satyr found her and bring her with him at camp. She sent a letter to her father, saying:

Pa,
I've gone at a camp. Don't worry about me. I'm safe. I love you. Don't contact me. I'll come, soon at summers. I'll tell you when I get back there.
Daryl

She lived in camp in bliss. She also went off at summers, only to visit Lewis, who knew now that his daughter was a demigod, and the original Daryl Franceska, the girl he loved, was a goddess. With a heavy heart, he let Daryl live at camp at summers and winters.

Physical Appearance:
Daryl have a curly, blond hair, always tied with a bow or a headband. It dangled past her shoulders in elegant curls, as she always cared it with a curler. Typical Daryl. Her high cheeks were always tainted with blush-ons, and her lips were glossy red and was always ready to smirk. Daryl stood on at 5'6, perfectly average, she'd say. She still have the right to wear high heels, and it would seem right. Her eyes were the color of the sky. But Daryl liked to hide these as she liked wearing red contact lenses, making her eyes strange violet. Arched eyebrows gave her a snabbish first impression. Daryl's lashes were naturally long and curvy. Strangely, Daryl did not keep bangs. Bangs irritated her for some reason she can't consciously think of. She wore headband to keep her bangs away from her face, which she'd say that covers her beauty. On her clothing, Daryl did not wore the orange Camp T-shirt. She did wore one, though, but designed by her father as well--a pink T-shirt, with Camp Half-Blood sketched on like weaving, sparkled with shiny beads that twinkles in the light of the sun. The pegasus, the trademark of Camp Half Blood was put almost transparent in the background, but still fitting the design. That's Lewis Willow for you.

Personality:
Daryl lives as a typical daughter of Aphrodite. She is shallow. Not shallow shallow, not really. She is shallow that once you'd got her dress dirty, she's going to complain like you'd just claimed her boyfriend. That shallow, not the shallow that she's going to laugh or cry for just a little thing. Daryl is completely not like that.

Daryl is also whiny, although that's not surprising. In the daily activities of camp, Daryl will complain about her nails getting scrapped, or her high heels breaking up. Even in simple errands put to her, Daryl is going to complain. It will take reasoning just to convince her. Even when she did, She will pout. Typical Daryl.

She loves loyally. Yeah, that's surprising. The best example would be her father, Lewis. The reason why Daryl did not live year-round on camp was her love to her father. She knew she wouldn't be safe outside camp's magical borders, but still, she chose to live in Lewis' mansion.

She is a flirt. Oh, surprising, but Daryl is a complete flirt. You get the idea. Once she'd seen a handsome boy, she'd bat her eyes and licked her lips and would call the boy. When he did not turn, Daryl would go to him anyway, and start asking. She'd flip her hair nonchalantly and will hold the boy's hand in hers. Once she got the boy's attention to her, she would start pointing out his flaws. After the boy was pissed, Daryl will laugh and say goodbye. That's Daryl for you.

She is loves to speak words of encouragement. This only happens when a person tells his problem to her. Daryl will think hard for words of encouragement and will speak brightly to lighten the person's mood and cheer him up. Her violet eyes would sparkle, and she'll even do favors just for that person to ease up and solve his problem. That happened rarely. Very little people speak with Daryl like this. She puts up some snabbish first impression, you see, with the way her eyebrows weer arched high.

Fatal Flaw:
Daryl's fatal flaw was her being whiny. She would whine at almost anything she did not find great, of simply okay. This will one day lead to her downfall, as you need to accept life as what it is--especially being a demigod.

Years in Camp:
Matthew had stayed at camp for three years.

Claimed:
Yes, Matthew is claimed on his second year at camp.

Year-Round:
Yes. Matthew have no one else to go.

Weapons:
Matthew kept a bow for shooting arrows that turns into a diamond encrusted ring. The quiver for his arrows (including the arrows themselves) turns into a ruby ring. He always wore these rings, both for protection and accessory.

God Parent:
Morpheus, god os sleep and dreams

Mortal Family:
Hannah Deitch, mother (deceased); Hannah is a philosopher of modern times, and is a researcher, too. She overworked herself, though, and that left her ill. The doctor that tended her was the god Morpheus, disguised as Ivan Venmer, a Russian psychiatrist. He blessed Hannah sleep, and because of this, fell inlove with her, too. After a year, Hannah was completely treated and healthy. At the same time, she bore a child with Ivan--Matthew. But just a month after April the year Matthew was born, Morpheus left the two. This caused Hannah deppression, and began drowning that sadness in work. Soon, when Matthew was 5, she died of deppression.
Jonathan Garrison, uncle (alive); After Hannah died, Matthew was left at the hands of Jonathan Garrison, the president of a famous fishing company. He was violent to Matthew, and often treated him as a slave, spanking him with a whip. However, as Matthew grew up, he learned how to fight his uncle. Because of this, Jonathan kicked Matthew out of his mansion when Matthew was 12.

Brief History:
Matthew had always been alone since he was a child. Hannah had always been out for work, and when she finally came home, she bear illness. She was never able to take care of Matthew. Matthew blinked back his tears when her mother died. Life sucked for him in those days when his mother was alive. It sucked even more when he was turned over to Jonathan, his uncle.

Jonathan gave Matthew a beating with a whip every mistake he did. In his room in the basement, all he could do was to cry. Jonathan gave Matthew education, with him was Matthew's teacher. He told Matthew that he should be useful to him. For every mistake he made in a test, for every wrong answer he gave, Jonathan's whip touched Matthew's back. He became intelligent, but doesn't like to show it.

That was when Matthew was 10. His body was full of scars then. He chose to run away, but Jonathan managed to catch him. Matthew, fed up with all of the beatings he had, answered Jonathan and became rebellious. The little boy didn't attend Jonathan's class anymore, and with every biting comment Jonathan gave him, Matthew would answer his uncle right away. It goes this way until Jonathan decided to kick Matthew out when the boy was 12.

Matthew lumbered alone in the streets. He was taken in by an orphanage when a gryphon attacked him. They found him lying down in the streets. Good fortune at last came to Matthew. He was educated in proper school. He had intelligence, but no thanks to his past, his attitude had a lot of problems. He was thrown into fights most of the time. The only person Matthew had befriended was Clynn, a sixth-grade boy (same with Matthew) with leg problems, and over-aged too, in sixth-grader standards. They became friends when Clynn stalked Matthew around. Clynn kept Matthew company, and Matthew was able to open up just a little bit of himself with Clynn.

One day, everything went wrong. When Matthew was walking home to the orphanage, a lone stymphalian bird suddenly attacked him. He tried to put up a fight, but lost. He was left with a large scar at his back in the encounter. Clynn, Matthew's friend who was a satyr, finally took action and brought Matthew to Half Blood Hill. He took Matthew while the little boy was in the hospital bed to a car, and drove away, Matthew still unconscious. He took all of Matthew's things with him.

The stymphalian bird from before attacked Clynn and Matthew. The monster swooped down and crashes the car. Matthew then woke up, and saw Clynn fighting the bird by himself. Matthew, enraged seeing his only friend was in danger, joined the fight. He thrust his hand out, and made the bird fell asleep instantly. From sheer exhaustion, Matthew also collapsed. His little body cannot take any more damage, what with the last attack only two days before. The bird isn't a normal stymphalian bird, either. It was cursed by black magic.

Matthew awoke in the infirmary, with Clynn right beside him. Clynn explained everything, which Matthew digested with silence. He accepted life as a half-blood.

Physical Appearance:
Matthew, at first sight, can be described as handsome. He stands at 6'0, with feminine face and blond hair tumbling down, two inches rfom his shoulders. This hair had streaks of black and white, giving it caramel color. His eyes were green--green as a shallow moss sea. He emphasized it with black eyeliner successfully, what with his fair skin. His body was sturdily built, but full of scars. Matthew hid them by wearing long sleeved shirts and jeans.

This son of Morpheus had an odd taste for finger rings. He wore three rings in his left hand and right hand alike. These rings weren't cheap, though. They're made from jewels that made Matthew a target for the kids of Hermes. But these weren't just for decorations. His weapons were compacted into the rings. For safety and being comfortable, Matthew never let go of the rings, in fight or not.

Personality:
Matthew is a cold loner type of guy that people always find mysterious. He doesn't like to be with anyone else but himself. He's not shy, not that type. When someone talked to him, he'll respond with a glare and ignore the person. Over the years, he'd been given the title 'creepy boy.'

He doesn't like cooperating with a team, and he doesn't like to get ordered around. He most likely tend to disobey leaders, causing him enemies. He'll do what he like most of the time.

Matthew also hid a philosophical view of life, and intelligence, too. It is expected, as his mother was a philosopher herself. But he doesn't like to show off to people.

This guy is also pretty laid-back. He doesn't care about what is happening around him. He disliked reading newspapers and updates about events. This led him to being blank in events and tend to scratch his head when he saw decorations and parties at camp. He didn't even know it's a war he's attending to. He just fights, and attend the events without knowing what it's all about.

Matthew liked to rest, and is pained when he saw people working till night. He remembered his mother dying because of she overworked herself, and he doesn't want the same fate to others. It is mentioned that Matthew disobey leaders--most of them Athena' children. But he also pity them when he sees them awake at night, studying.

Unknown to people, Matthew cares for other people. He'll put himself before any monster to protect his comrades. Thank you's make him blush. But he rarely was able to show this side of him, since he preffered to be by himself. He had a soft side that no one else knew.

Fatal Flaw:
Matthew is too independent, which can be very bad for his demigod health.

Years in Camp: "I'm fairly new to camp."
3 months

Claimed: "I'm not claimed. But I'll keep my eyes open for it! I wonder who he... or she... or whatever is."
No. Maybe because her god parent was a minor god. Or maybe it's her time in camp. No one knows.

Year-Round:
Yes. Jade didn't have the guts, or will, to return to her family.

Weapons:
Jade has a two-foot-long celestial bronze sword disguised as a silver bracelet.

God Parent:
Aeolus, master of winds

Mortal Family:
Paulette Russell, mother (alive); Paulette was only twenty years old when she had Jade. Barely out of high school and desperately seeking a job, Paulette wasn’t in a fit state to raise a daughter all by herself. Aeolus appeared as an unpredictable man she only met once during a drunken and depressed night in a bar. Jade was a product of a one-night stand.
Pauline Russell, aunt (deceased); Pauline treated Jade with kindness and sympathy unlike the rest of the family. She even tried to convince Paulette to turn her niece over to her, but her sister’s pride wouldn’t let her just give her daughter away, even to her own kin. So, even if Paulette was doing an awful job of being mother, Jade stayed in her care, though Pauline always made it a point to visit and shower her niece with the love and affection she deserved. She died during a car crash.

Brief History: "I don't want to remember."
Born to a single woman living a rough life in New Jersey, Jade did not exactly enjoy her childhood the way she should. She even started to bear ill feelings towards the father, the one who abandoned her. As such, her existence was looked down upon by Paulette’s family. However, fortunately for the young girl, Paulette’s older sister, Pauline cared for her and gave her love Paulette isn't able to provide.

But it wasn’t enough. Jade grew up under the watchful eye of her grandparents and mother. Any mistake she did, even if it was on accident, was punished severely. This caused her to become secluded, trapping herself in her own bedroom to avoid the pain and lose herself in her endless daydreams. Her only consolation was her aunt’s visits, and she dreaded it so much when it was time for Pauline to leave. Chrys wanted to go with her so badly but she didn’t dare say this to her mother, knowing that it would only end up in more punishment for her.

Things were even worse at school. Jade used to be just quiet, not really knowing how to socialize. This made her an easy target for the school bullies. The first time she was about to get beaten up though, an assertive girl stood up for her. Her name was Maurice. Eventually, they became best friends, and it was through Maurice that Jade was able to become happy. Unfortunately, her happiness was short-lived, as Maurice moved away due to an unknown reason and left her alone again.

Then finally, the fates decided that it was time for Jade to experience joy. When she was around nine, her aunt finally persuaded Paulette to turn Jade over to her care. For four years she was able to experience a normal childhood, even if she daydreamed a lot more than the average kid. It was at this time that Jade showed just how flexible and adaptable she can be. Pauline was almost the ideal mother for her, providing her with everything she needed and maybe even more. It just seemed like everything was perfect. But of course, good things never last, for a tragedy struck once again.

Jade was thirteen when it happened. A car crash. Just like that, Pauline Russell was gone.

It left Jade completely devastated. She did what she learned to do in these kinds of situations—she ran away before the authorities can come and give her back to her real mother. Jade didn’t want to go back to that kind of life. But eventually, the cops found her and brought her back. A therapist was hired to console her, but it wasn’t what Jade needed. She certainly didn’t want to talk about all this and if she did, all that could come out of her mouth was a jumbled mix of words that even she couldn’t understand. Everyone involved thought that Jade's encounters with the therapist did nothing good, but she did learn one thing from it: just keep things simple. You can only make life work if you keep it simple. It became her standard belief.

Of course, after a few months with a family who couldn’t care less about her, Jade ran away. Just to escape from everything. One of her classmates was a satyr, luckily for her, and was able to realize that she wasn’t a mortal. Soon enough, just after her fourteenth birthday, he found her before anything else did and brought her to camp.

Physical Appearance:
Jade has been described to be fairly pretty. She doesn’t really flaunt her looks but she has a natural knack in standing out from a crowd just with her simplicity—something that she is oblivious to. Her chocolate brown hair falls neatly past her shoulders, always covering her ears. Small bags usually appear below her onyx eyes, a sign that she generally can’t sleep well. Her average height of 5’6” goes well with her small frame. Her pale complexion leads people to wonder if she is less healthy than she looked, but she doesn’t think too much of it. At first glance, she looks like someone you can easily pick on. She spent her school years being a bully target, after all.

Personality:
Jade is imaginative, often to the point that she will start hallucinating. Maybe this is a good thing because her imagination pretty much keeps her alive. Her whole life is centered on daydreams and imagination. They are and will always remain important parts of her life, even if she grows older each day. This might get a little out of hand, especially when she relives a memory she’d rather forget. Honestly, Jade has the potential to become crazy. All she needs is a little nudge that can push her to the brink of insanity.

Jade has the ability to adapt to any situation with ease, enabling her to adjust her actions according to her surroundings. Her flexibility is another of her likable qualities. She can also change slightly depending on the person she is with, able to project the image of her that they would most likely be pleased with. She has a contagious carefree attitude that can alleviate the worries of the people around her. She looks vulnerable too, like a child, pretty much. She is so bubbly, so childlike that most people’s first instinct is to become protective of her.

This demigod always seems to be looking for a way to escape from reality, especially from problems. She doesn’t have the strong will to tackle them head-on. She will try to run away from them first, try escaping to her world before she finally accepts what’s wrong. Jade is highly idealistic and this trait can lead her to be manipulated. Her imagination seems to stop her from facing reality, instead urging her to cling to a hope for the perfect world—an image of her ideals.

Jade can be easily confused. She believes that she can only make her life work if she keeps it simple. Talk to her about controversial and complicated topics—politics, science, religion, etc.—and she will blank out and just run away. Yes, if she doesn’t understand what you’re talking about, she will most likely excuse herself and leave. Why does she have to bother with those kinds of things anyway? All they do is give her a headache and besides, she doesn’t believe that she’s someone destined to take a stand on those kind of matters.

Emotions lead Jade in her daily life. She holds feelings, both hers and others’, in high regard. She is deeply sensitive when it comes to her heart. This is about the only complex topic you can get her to talk about. Even if you manage to get her to talk about it, she will probably spout vague and unclear opinions, even sounding doubtful. Jade is actually doubtful of herself, but she doesn’t dwell on these kinds of thoughts much until it is absolutely necessary.

Fatal Flaw: "I've been told about this. But dreams are just too wonderful. Who wouldn't love them?"
The fact that she holds on too much to her dream world and childishness can lead to her downfall.