Understand We'll Go Hand In Hand, But We'll Walk Alone In Fear [Characters XD]

Name: Annika “Dawn” Rosenberg
Age / Birthday: 14 / 8th of August
Gender: Female
God Parent: Dolos, Spirit of Trickery, Cunning deception, Craftiness, treachery and guile. Annika is a descendant of Alke, spirit of Prowess and Courage.
Claimed: Yes, before she lost her memories, but she doesn’t remember.
Mortal Family: Unknown, but her mother Mary Rosenberg / Daughter of Alke, step-father Ira Rosenberg, sister Evyn Rosenberg, sister Rachel Rosenberg, brother Andrew Rosenberg, sister Micki Rosenberg.
Years at Camp: Six Years
Brief History: She lived happily in San Diego with her family, and was never targeted by monsters. Until the day she turned six. Then everywhere she went monsters followed. Her family tried to move away, and it didn’t work, they tried to stand and fight, but that didn’t work either. But Mary wasn’t going to leave her daughter to fend for herself.
Then, one day, as Annika walked to school, she was gone. As in, she turned the corner, her older brother Andrew followed, but he couldn’t find her. The family searched but a year later when Mary was told someone who could be her daughter had been brought to the camp of her childhood, she made out that the child was dead. Because Chiron said this child only knew her name, age and basic details. Nothing about before she woke up in Central Park, New York, a year ago.

When Annika had turned the corner, she had been drugged. Then she woke up under a tall oak tree, only knowing her name and age, not her family or where she was. Annika had been dipped in the River Lethe for some reason, and she fended for herself well for a year. But then a satyr found her, and sensing she was a half-blood, brought her to the camp immediately.
Mary, Annika’s mother didn’t want to tell her daughter who she was for a simple reason. She knows why her child was took and her memory wiped.
Annika is very close to Janna, and is like a little sister to her.
Physical Appearance: Annika has brown hair, and blue eyes. She is tall and thin, with very delicate features. But she is a klutz. Her hair is down to her waist, and naturally straight, with a slight curl at the end. She looks younger than her years, and doesn’t usually wear make-up.
Personality: Annika is very bubbly and loud. She loves to make people laugh, but she can get offended and offend easily. She knocks things over a lot of the time. Annika used to be a kleptomaniac but she lost the memory of being one. She has black outs showing glimpses of her past life, but they are very vague, and don’t show her much.
Fatal Flaw: She reacts before thinking anything through. Her instincts tell her to do something, and she does without thinking about the consequences
Pets: She has a metal dragon that Janna gave to her. The dragon is called Delta, and an early model of Janna’s Spike. She gave him to Annika as a birthday present, and the small dragon is a smaller version of Spike. He can fly with wings recently added, and can breath fire to an extent.
Talents: Annika has many talents to do with her father. She can:
- Hear through charm speak. She cannot be chramspoken
- Hear through lies.
- Charm speak to an extent herself
- She can weave lies easily, and everyone has trouble hearing the truth when she really tries.
- She is very brave. Full of courage, she got it from her mothers linage.
Weapons of Choice: Bow and Arrow. Most of her arrows are normal, but some are special ones.
Year-Rounder or Summer: Year-Rounder
Other:

Anyanka Harris, Daughter of Zeus [Big Three Character]

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, Anyaka 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 belivies 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.

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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.


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- 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.


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- Crossbow - Not a skilled crossbow user, she is recently interested on how this weapon works.


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- 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:

Don't go around saying the world owes you a living. The world owes you nothing. It was here first.

Angel Stewart, Daughter of Dionysus(Inactive Charrie)

Name: Angel Stewart
Age / Birthday: 17 / 2nd of March
Gender: Female
God Parent: Dionysus
Claimed: Yes. As soon as Mr.D saw her.
Mortal Family: Her mother May Stewart, her step-father Derek Mally, her twin sisters Amy and Tara.
Brief History:

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Physical Appearence: Angel has slightly red hair, that looks brown in the right light. She wears comfortable clothes that she can move in. She has very dark brown eyes, so dark you can't see her pupils. Angel is tall, and very lithe, able to run for a long time.
Personality: Angel used to be a terrible person. Trying to stay on her place of power, she pushed other people around. But then she came to camp. Angel changed, and it was all for the best. She became less shallow, and actually cares to be around people now. Her personality now is more bubbly, and she is fun and easy to be around. But sometimes she gets annoyed or angry, and she can go back to being mean.
Fatal Flaw: She is too changable. One minute, nice Angel, next she can be trying to rip your throat out. Not literally. But she can be very touchy.
Pets: Angel has a cat called Midnight. She's a black shorthair, very elegant, and very tempermental. She doesn't like anyone but Angel to touch her. Midnight also does what she wants. Never staying in one place, not staying when she's supposed to. She was a gift from Mr.D to Angel for her sixteenth birthday. Then she was just a kitten.
Talents: Angel can fight pretty well. Unusually for a child of Dionysus, she has both dyslexia and ADHD. Angel can sing well, and can make plants and fruit grow much faster. When she gets angry, she can make people have ivy tie hem up.
Year Round or Summer: Year-Rounder
Other:

Insanity is doing the same thing, over and over again, but expecting different results.

Name:Danial "Oz" O'Connell
Age/Birthday: 16 / 5th of December
Gender: Male
God Parent: Oz is genetically engineered. He is the son of four Gods. Ares, Hermes, Hypnos and Asclepius. Asclepius was the one to decide to make him, being the God of medicine he wanted to test if it was possible.
Claimed: Yes by Ares
Mortal Family: He has never known his mother. He has been at camp since his birth
Years in Camp: 17 Years
Brief History: Oz was born at camp. His mother was never known to him, leaving soon after. No-one tried to find her. He grew up in the stable environment, not knowing what he was. But when he was 11, Chiron sent him on a quest. While on it, he found out what he was, and why he had never been claimed. While on the quest, a boy named Dave died. Oz and the girl named Moira needed to fight a cyclops, and Oz killed it. Just as the monster dusted, Ares claimed him.
Oz doesn't know if he is to be claimed by all the Gods who are technically his 'father's. He doesn't feel any bond to any of them, and just want's to know who his mother is. No-one but Chiron and his closest friends know.
Physical Appearance: Oz has ginger hair. Every so often, when he is going out for a gig or something, he dye's it pure black. His eyes are a green color, with a few specks of hazel brown. Oz is short and slender, but strong. Oz is a laid back kind of guy, and his wardrobe reflects this. He dresses casually and comfortably, usually wearing loose fitting t-shirts and worn jeans. He’s not picky with the colors he wears and he often wears concert t-shirts. He has a few pairs of sneakers and work boots as well as a few jackets, but the core of his wardrobe is made up of jeans and t-shirts.
Personality: He is known for his very detached and collected demeanor. He regards everything calmly, never seeming surprised. A person transforms into a horrible monster in front of him, he just says 'Huh?'. His sentences are short, very non-committal. He has deep philosophical knowledge. Oz also has a characteristic and smooth sense of humor, being witty and intellectual. He approaches life and situations rather eccentrically. Oz is very laid back and observant. He tends to be quiet and pensive, but just because he may not say much that doesn’t mean he’s not paying attention. When he does speak up, it’s normally to offer insight or make a witty observation. Nothing he says is ever pointless or to fill or break a silence. He’d rather not say anything at all than say something unnecessary.
Fatal Flaw: His emotions. Oz’s biggest strength and biggest weakness is how in tune he is – or isn’t – with his emotions. He works so hard to hold back his emotions that when he feels something, it’s too overwhelming for him to handle. His emotions will usually cause him to run away from situations… or run recklessly into them.
Pets: None. Unless you factor in he's thinking of getting a dog.
Talents: He is good at fighting, but really he's a jack of all trades. Oz can remember every injury that he see's, and every cure that he watches. He can run pretty fast, and has a good sense of humor. He doesn't like fighting other people, and is very compassionate, but he will. Oz can also manipulate dreams from a 25 meter radius, but only to an extent.
Weapons: Oz uses a sword. But he can make do with any weapon, not skilled in just one.
Year-Round or Summer: Year-rounder
Other:

Vina, I think you have more characters than you're allowed at this point. You have 12 characters active when, at your rate, you are only allowed to have 7. Sorry, if I'm wrong but, I'm pretty sure I'm right.

I just re-counted, she actually has 20 characters but, 12 active.

Oh no Chrome and Mackenzie. No one gets where I'm coming from. All my newest are going straight inactive. As soon as their accepted, I'll be putting their names on the inactive list. It's been explained on my first post easier, but their all there for variety (: I only have seven active. If I ever want to use the others, they will be swapped with an active one. I'll just forget about them if I have to, but really, their there so I have a choice.

Well, you have a few spelling mistakes here and there, and your appearance could be larger, but I will accept her. They're just minor things, and they can't really stop me accepting it. Also, I don't understand why Zeus would stay for a whole year. Most are just one night stands. But, again, accepted anyway.


Sorry I'm being picky, and my message isn't nice and formatted, but I'm really tired.

Accepted!

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.

Yes, I know, Lehane xDD JASPER CULLEN'S TALENT <3