The Lovely Gems Of Ava!

Or at least, what is known about it.
Syn has a tragic and complicated past, and, if asked about her childhood, the only answers you could expect are “I don’t know,” or “I can’t remember.”
Such answers often leave the questioners even more confused about her, as she actually does not have those memories.
The only things she can remember are from what she calls her “awakening” and onwards.

This ‘awakening’ was when she was 13. In the dark (although, she does not remember it being dark), Syn found a tear stained note, written to herself, next to a small vial. The strangest thing was that, as she read it, she felt nothing.

"Dear Syn,
Thats your name; Cinnamon Rayne, or Syn, for short. You are 13 years old, born on June 5th. I can't tell you what happened, only that it was bad. Really bad. They killed my your father, David Rayne, and they tried to kill me. You. Us. This is really confusing to write this, so, it’s going to be worse for you. I guess I should explain. I am you. I'm writing this note so you will know what to do. I hope you don't remember what happened, otherwise the Lethe I'm about to drink will have been wasted, and our memories lost forever, but there's two things you should know. One is: Run. And the second is: Maia. I cant explain, but you need to run, and you need to remember that name, I don’t even know why that name is important, but Dad said it was.
This is too hard for me. Just run.
I'm sorry.
Sincerely, your former self, Cinnamon Rayne."

Soon, it was obvious to her, even though she didn’t understand everything perfectly, why she had to run. For some strange reason, monsters, which ordinary half bloods with memories would find quite strange, became part of her life, hunting her down. And after a while, she soon found out that ordinary mortals were strange, and always tried to catch her, though she could understand why.

And then She found out something that would haunt her forever; blood. She was terrified of it. From somewhere deep inside her locked away memories came the haunting of a bloody mess, of something she wish had been forgotten. Every time she smelt, felt, saw, or even tasted blood, she would close off, and lock herself away, the memory of blood seeping into what she saw around her, though it was only hr mind playing tricks on her.

It was trauma, she found out later when she came to camp, but before she did, her life on the run became habit. Until one night she grew careless, and was attacked by a hell-hound. The wounds would have killed her unless a mysterious figure had not saved her and brought her back to camp.

Upon first glance, Syn would be described as an innocent; something about her telling people she wouldn’t hurt a fly. Which is partially true. Her reddish brown auburn hair is almost always loose, falling in loose locks past her breast bone. But her eyes, partly hidden by her fringe, are what strike people the most with her piercing blue-green gaze. It never seems threatening, but instead, slightly unnerving, as if she can read every thought or expression. They seem to stand out even more, complimented by her creamy-white, clear skin, as are her lips, having a light pink cherry blossom colouring to them. She is slim, and soft muscles which hint at her fitness, though doesn’t show it off, and, her figure, combined with her above average height of about 5’10”, gives her a graceful bearing.

However, she does not care about her appearance, even though she is considered beautiful. Her usual choice in clothing would be a simple, reddish brown front zip up dress which reaches her mid thigh, combined with black tights and brown, leather garage artillery boots. Although, she often is seen about camp with bare feet, preferring the freedom and comfort of bare feet to shoes. She doesn’t wear make up, and only has one piece of jewellery: a bracelet, the chain made in the same style of dog-tags, and a small, rectangular pendant with her name 'Syn' engraved into it.

But, strangely enough, Syn somehow manages to stand out in a crowd. She doesn’t really do anything to draw attention, purposefully that is, but peoples’ gazes are attracted to her like bees to a flower. Usually this is because she looks out of place in civilization, and the fact she is usually accompanied by an animal.

Secretly, Syn still has scars from the hell hound attack, a large claw like one down the left side of her back, and a faint white cut along her left shoulder.

One thing can be said in absolute certainty about Syn. That is, you never know what Syn will notice.
Being quite observant, Syn can read emotions better than most people, and she often detects things in the surroundings that would either go unnoticed, or would have taken others a while to figure out. This often gives her a better advantage in most situations, picking things up before anyone else.

Also, Syn is one of the most open hearted and kind people you could ever meet. She is overly trusting, not seeing why people would want to hurt each other. This is something that might hurt her in the future, but if it does, the person who breaks her trust would possibly regret it, as Syn can be quite dangerous if provoked. Not that anyone has ever seen her in a dangerous mood.

Of all the things someone could do at camp half blood, Syn will be found in the nearest patch of nature, her connection with animals keeping her away from the buildings as much as possible. Strangely enough, she can get claustrophobia at random times, though it’s hard to say when it’ll hit her, mainly it happening when she’s indoors with too many people.

Something about her that tend to drive people away from her is Syn’s animal-like senses, in how she often senses things and acts similar to animals rather than like a human. Also, people are often confused and slightly repelled by her strange unknowingness of normal world things like technology. And she gets ‘difficult’ and agitated when something seems familiar or when she is asked about her past.