the new age [moon's]

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A silver Oldsmoblie pulled up to the hill of Camp Half Blood, inside a small ten year old fingered at her seatbelt. She didn't want to leave her dad. She didn't want to move away. "Daddy do I have to?" the girl asked. Turning around in the driver's seat the fourty year old man smiled and nodded. "Faye, we talked about this. You have too." he told his daughter with a weak smile. Faye could tell even he didn't want her to leave. So why should she? "Go Faye, I promise I'll write." the man said. Faye nodded and unbluckled the seatbelt. She ran her fingers through the door frame of the car, thinking it would be the last time she would ever touch it. "Bye daddy." Faye said glumly grabbing her bag from the car. Her father waved at her, then drove away slowly. Faye turned around and faced the camp. In daylight it looked fine, but her life was far from fine.

Name: Faye Lynn McJean, goes by Faye and 'McJean'.
Gender: Female
Age: Faye is currently fifteen years old.
Birthday: She was born on July 24th.
Godly Parent: Athena, Goddess of Wisdom and War
Claimed: Yes
Years at Camp: Six
Mortal Family:
John McJean [Father]: John McJean was a computer programmer, whom was often working on various projects. Faye never resented him for working so hard, and admired him for it. She wanted to be as determined as her father was. He taught her moral values, and still was like a best friend to her. Faye also admired that quality about her father. John was in a car crash a while back when Faye was ten, but he survived it with just a few scars. It was the only time that she was scared of losing her father, and prays that it never happens again.

"Well, I love my dad. He is always working, but that never really bothers me, I suppose. He was always working on buildings and new programs, and I do mean always. I could barely get him to stop sometimes, because he is that devoted to his work. I still don't fully understand how he juggled raising me and his work. Then Carter came along, and he got more busy for a little while. Now that my brother's at camp, dad's back to working all the time. I visit him in the winters sometimes, just to make sure he's not too busy."

Carter McJean [Brother]: Carter was born about two years ago, to John and Athena. The goddess boosted his age so that he could go to camp sooner, and now the boy is nine years old. He adores Faye, and is always watching out for her in various ways. She hopes to continue watching out for her little brother until he makes her stop. Faye is very attached to him and loves him to death.

"Oh, Carter, where do I begin? I remember bringing him to camp when he was just a baby, but he was growing on the way over. He is such a sweetheart, and I couldn't have asked for a better brother. Now he's a little older, but I still love him. I think he's adapting to camp life how I would've wanted him too, and he can almost protect himself. I won't stop protecting him though, I mean, the battles out here get pretty intense. I don't know what I would do if I lost Carter..."

Brief History:

"History, oh gods were do I start? I guess from the beginning, huh? Well, my first years of life were pretty average, and rather boring. I would go to day care because my dad was always working. The daycare lady loved me to death. Then I started school, and things went downhill. I could understand things that the teacher said, but reading them was a different story. Everything was like thick soup, and I couldn't make anything out of it. I eventually had to drop out of school. I think I was about nine. Then I started reading some books that were printed in a different language, little did I know it was Greek. I learned from those instead of a teacher, and gathered a lot of information I had been missing. Then, one day while we were having supper, a hell hound attacked. It was awful, and we would've all died if my father hadn't had a shot gun with celestial bronze bullets. I went to camp the next day. "

Faye's life was very good when she was young. There was no monsters to attack her family, and John was doing well in his career. Faye was kept in the safe protection of their local daycare provider, and nothing was going completely wrong. After all, she was just a little girl, skipping and coloring. Nothing that she would dream about doing as she grew up into a teenager. The day care lady thought that Faye was a little angel, and surely didn't dream what the demigod was capable of.
As the demigod grew in years, she began to show her gifts that were given by Athena. She was very smart, yet dyslexic. Faye didn't get A's in grade school, but didn't really care. She was more interested in reading the books that were hidden in the corner of her teacher's room. She didn't have many friends, and the books seemed to serve a similar purpose. Eventually, she got kicked out because her grades were very bad. The nine year old would have to stay at home and read, or do other chores in the Minnesota home. That year, they McJean's got their first hit of a monster attack. A hell hound came up and attacked them while eating supper. If John hadn't had a shot gun, with special bullets, then the family would be history. Faye was still in shock of the attack, when she was taken to Camp Half Blood at the age of nine.
Faye wasn't accepted at camp in her early years. She didn't make friends quickly, just like in grade school. The young demigod soon learned the tricks and ways of Camp Half Blood. She became stronger, and found true friends. Her brother, Carter, was born and she had to accompany him to camp, and make sure he arrived safely. Her brother had been staying with their aunt, and now also lives at camp, in cabin 6. Faye was elected Cabin Leader not long ago, and is kept very busy with it. She likes the work, but it's a big job for a fifteen year old. Faye doesn't have much time for fun anymore, but tries her best to stay positive.
Appearance:

"Er... appearance, right. Well I don't really look like your typical Athena Child. They all have blonde hair and grey eyes, but I don't. My eyes are a mix of brown and grey, but I think they are getting more grey. I'm not sure though. Anyways, and my hair is dark brown, not your typical Athena Child blonde. I'm about 5'6", and uh, yeah. Is that good enough?"

Faye has dark brown hair, that is turning black. Her hair goes to her shoulders and is wavy. She'll try to straighten it, but she knows it won't work. her hair doesn't like to cooperate with her, but she makes it. Faye doesn't like to use hairspray, but her hair's wildness forces her too at times. her hair is usually in a messy ponytail, or down.
Faye has dark grey eyes that get darker when she gets mad or frustrated. Her eyes make her look like she is thinking about ten things at once, which she usually is. Faye finds it hard not to think about so many different things. When her eyes look more brown, it's because she's calm and is having fun. As she's getting older, the demigod's eyes are more grey.
She has pale skin, that gets tan in the summer. Faye has pale freckles on her nose that only can been seen in day light. She stands on two strong legs and is about 5'6". Faye usually can be seen in a Camp Half Blood T-shirt and shorts. The demigod recently figured out that she needs glasses, and now wears nerdy-style glasses around camp. She doesn't like being dressy unless she has too.
Personality:

"Well, I think that I'm independent. I like working alone on projects, but it's not because I don't think people don't do a good job. It's just that I prefer doing things my way. I also like to think that I tend to listen to people, and care about their problems. Then again, I don't always know what's right to say. I don't always have answers for everything. Sometimes my answers will be very smart, answers, and not logical. I can be funny if I wanted to be, but things have just been busy lately... anyways,"

Faye is an independent person. She hates asking for help, because she forces herself to think that she doesn't need anyone else. Faye likes to work alone and finds it difficult to let other people just ignore her ideas. She has very strong opinions, but can be swayed if you convince her into it.
She also can be very calm. Faye is alright with being put under pressure, which she is, quiet frequently with her new position at camp. She likes being calm and collected while others are flipping out. I makes her think that she is being better than most, and can do most anything.
Faye is also a kind person, and sometimes outspoken, especially by her elders. She would hate to insult anyone older than her, and almost fear it. She doesn't want to get a bad reputation with the gods. Faye also can be a compassionate person. She will try to think from other's views, even if it's hard. Faye tries to do that, but it doesn't always work.
She also has a good sense of humor. She likes to keep people smiling and having some fun, if possible.
Fatal Flaw:

"Most of Athena's Children have Hubris for a fatal flaw, and I think I probably do too. I mean, it only makes sense, right?"

Hubris, or Pride. Faye tends to think that she can do most anything and everything, which can get in her own way.
Pet:

"I have a dog named Buddy. He's been with me for four years now, and I think that's how old he is. My dad found him on the side of a road one day. He must've been abused or abandoned by his old owners. I felt bad for him, and my dad let me keep him. "

Buddy is a yellow lab, German shepherd mix with some type of poodle also mixed into his family. He loves Faye and is very loyal to her. He sleeps in Faye's Cabin Leader room most of the time, or he lounges about cabin six, greeting people as they pass by.
Talents:

"I have your typical Athena traits. I am a decent swordsman, and like to teach others about fighting too. I also have a thing for designing buildings. You could probably find me in the library looking up different styles on an average day. I also would like to think that I'm a decent leader, which is a reason that I was a Cabin Leader of Cabin Six. "

* Swordsmanship - Faye is great at fighting with her sword. She has mastered it for the most part, and is working towards other weapons, and hopes to master them all.
* Academics - Faye is very smart for her age, and at a 10th grade level. She can memorize things easily, and understands new concepts quickly.
* Leadership - Faye is a good leader who takes thing seriously. She knows how to run a cabin, and why not more than that? She likes to be in charge and take things her way.
Weapon:

"My weapon is my celestial bronze sword. I finally came up with a name for her, σοφία. It means Wisdom in Greek. I guess it only makes sense, considering my parentage. My sword contracts into a silver owl ring when I'm not training or fighting. "

Faye has a two foot Celestial bronze sword that contracts into an owl ring. She asked a Hephaestus child to make it for her, and now she uses it to the best of her ability. The demigod calls it σοφία.
Other:
Faye is portrayed by Selena Gomez.

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Kylee shuffled in her grandfather's pickup. It was a bumpy ride, and the truck smelled weird. She looked behind them at the trailer, where Puzzle was. It seemed so weird here. She couldn't see the coast line like she could in California. Trees were everywhere, and seemed to hide everything. "Hey grandpa are we there?" she asked. "Mhm, really close Ky." he told the little girl. The truck stopped at a big hill and Kylee got out with her bag to unlatched the trailer door. Holding Puzzle's reins she began to walk the hill, by herself. She stopped to look back at her grandpa, who had already drove off. Sighing, Kylee continued down the hill, into her new life.

Name: Kylee Abigail Reeds
Gender: Female
Age: Kylee is currently seventeen years old.
Birthday: Her birthday is on October 20th.
Godly Parent: Poseidon, God of the Seas
Claimed: Yes
Years at Camp: Seven
Mortal Family:
Helen Reeds [Mother]: Helen adored her little daughter, and gave her all the love she could ever want, and more. She would ride horses with her daughter, and go surfing. They were very happy, living under Helen's father's roof. She loved Kylee so much that when a hell hound attacked the Reeds Family, she flung herself between Kylee and the hound. Helen was killed a few moments later, but gave her daughter enough time to run away.

"My mom... oh gosh. We used to be like best friends, I guess. She wouldn't ever let me out of her sight, which makes more sense now. She used to call me 'Ky' , and the nickname kind of stuck, I suppose. Everyone in my family calls me that now. Anyways, I really love her. She risked her own life for my safety, and I can't help but feel guilty. I wish I could've taken that day back. I wish she never died. "

James Reeds [Grandfather]: James wanted to keep his daughter and granddaughter as close to him as possible. When he heard that his daughter's husband, or whatever he was, left her alone with a child, he was furious. James insisted that they stayed at his ranch with the whole family. They did, and James wanted to make sure that they would be safe. He was devastated when Helen passed away the night of the attack. It took all his might to leave and take Kylee to Camp.

"Grandpa, oh yeah, he's still alive. He was always really protective of my mom, and I guess I can't really blame him. He hates my dad, and for a good reason. He thinks it's Poseidon's fault that my mother is dead, and that I'm at camp. I guess half of that is true. He loves me, but sometimes his hate towards my dad is all I can see. "

Brief History:

"You seriously want me to go over my past? What are you; nuts? Ugh, fine, whatever. My life was perfectly fine until I turned ten. Everyone in my life liked me, at least at home. School sucked, and I might've beat up a few kids, but hey, they deserved it. I wasn't a freak, they were. I felt like my mom was the only one who believed in me, her and the water. Whenever I was stressed I would surf and it felt like the stress would wash off. When I was ten, well, everything fell apart. My mom died, I came here, everything was awful. "

Kylee wasn't very troublesome when she was young. She was innocent and actually pretty easy to care for. Her emotions didn't swing as much until her teen years. Kylee's mother, Helen Reeds, loved her very much. They lived in a ranch with Kylee's grandpa, and cousins. She liked living with a big family that had a reputation for horse raising and a way with the water. Kylee was riding horses before she could walk.
Kylee didn't do well in school. She would get into fights with the other kids, who picked on her and called her weird. At the age of 7 she had to be home schooled. That's when she learned how to surf, and spent a lot of time outside. When she was 10, her perfect life changed. At her birthday party, a hell hound attacked the Reeds family. Helen jumped in to save her daughter, and died. James, her grandfather who knew about Kylee, took her to Camp Half Blood. He knew she would be much safer there.
Kylee didn't like camp at first. It was too far from the stables, and beach that she knew and loved. Sure, the camp had all of those things, but it just wasn't the same. She wanted to smell the salt water and be able to go surfing. Kylee soon figured out that she couldn't always control her attitude, and she needed to be careful. She didn't like it though, and her temper still flares.
Kylee now is used to camp and somewhat accepts it. She still doesn't like it, and wishes to get out, fast. The demigod still wants to see the waters in which she came from. She still can't control her mood swings, but she could care less about that. Kylee has been working on her swordsmanship, and abilities and is figuring them out.
Appearance:

" Are you saying I don't look normal, or something? Whatever, I have blackish colored hair that goes past my shoulders, blue eyes, and am about 5'8". I don't dress up a lot either, so seeing me in a dress would be unlikely. Did I explain myself well enough?"

Kylee has jet black hair that goes past her shoulders.Her hair is usually straight, but has a slight curl to it at the tips. She usually wears her hair in a ponytail, because she doesn't like it in her face at all. If she is just to lazy, then her hair will be down by her shoulders.
Her eyes are sea green/blue most of the time. Kylee's eyes change to her mood, or the lighting. If she is calm and collected her eyes are a soft sea green. If she's mad, or really sad, her eyes appear a darker blue color. A good way to read the demigod's mood is her eyes.
Kylee stands at about 5' 8", with long legs. She usually wears plain tee-shirts or tank tops with jeans and flip flops. Kylee can often be found in her swim suit by the waters as well. She has minor scars all over her, from training.
Personality:

" Let's put it this way; I don't care what you think. I'm used to everyone hating me, and thinking I can't do anything. I'm used to that. Sad huh? Not that I want your pity. I'm not weak, and I won't ever admit that I am weak. You can't break the sea, or me."

Kylee doesn't care what others think, unless it includes her. She has a high place for herself, and likes to keep herself out of trouble, which doesn't happen often. When you go around in different moods all day, you get judged. Kylee has three basic moods, to start if off, let's go with happy.
Happy - Kylee is a great person when she's happy. She'll be very kind and caring; and even listen to you. She likes to help people learn new things, and has some patience for it. The demigod also has a great sense of humor and can keep you laughing, and is a great friend.
Sad - When Kylee's sad, she is depressed. She won't talk to anyone, and snaps at them if they do. She just sticks to herself and trains all day long, because of her mood. Kylee isn't like this too often.
Angry - She gets mad at little things, and can get really pissed. Kylee then snaps at everyone, even if they were her best friend. Simply, she has no friends when she's angry. Kylee also trains to let off steam, and won't mind telling people what she thinks about them in this mood.
Fatal Flaw:

"Flaw? I know everyone has one, but are we supposed to know it? It's like asking us when we are going to die. No one really knows."

Her temper, stubbornness, and loyalty to her friends.
Pets:

" I have a horse named Puzzle. I got her the night my mom passed away. She was my birthday present. I also have a Serbian husky named Kai. I got him from my half - sister Kaitlyn. She was really sweet to give me him."

Puzzle is a seven year old American Paint horse, given to Kylee by her mother and grandfather. She also has Kai, who is a year old Serbian Husky.
Talents:

"Well, I am a good fighter, and a good surfer. I also can communicate with horses, 'cuz of my dad. That's pretty much it. Oh, and I can breathe underwater, and control it."

* Swordsmanship - Kylee is a very talented swordsman, and knows her way around a blade.
* Water-bending - Kylee, like most Poseidon kids, can bend water around her and make it do whatever she pleases. It drains her out quickly, especially when bending constantly.
* Underwater Breathing - Kylee can breath underwater for about ten minutes before coming up. She likes staying in the water, and tries to push the limits of her breathing.
* Horses/Surfing - Kylee also picked up horse back riding and surfing from her family in California. She loved it, and immediately was talented at it. She does these activities for fun when she has the time.
Weapon:

"I have a three foot sword called Storm bringer, like a sea storm. I was ten, okay? I obviously wasn't smart enough to realize that Zeus makes storms. Oh well."

A three foot celestial bronze sword, with a sliver and black hilt. She is contemplating on renaming it.
Other:
Kylee is portrayed by Daveigh Chase

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Name: Violet Molly Carlyle, but she prefers Violet or Vi
Gender: Female
Age: Vi is seventeen
Birthday: She was born on December 11th
Godly Parent: Nyx, the Goddess of Night
Claimed: Yes
Years at Camp: Four years now
Mortal Family:
Harold Carlyle [Father]: An avid writer, Harold (or Harry, as he prefers) resided in New York when he met the Greek Night Goddess. He wrote on his experiences with the woman, and it ended up being a best seller. Harry didn't expect his love to vanish before the book came out in stores, which left him lost for muse and inspiration. Violet came into his life a month later, which only brought more challenges for him. The writer's ideas were drawing slim as he had to fight to get the necessary things for his baby girl. Eventually, Harry had to give Vi up for adoption, because he couldn't juggle her and his life at the same time. However, he intends to find her again one day.

"I don't know much about my dad. I think he had something to do with the arts though, because I mean... I'm into that kind of stuff, but who knows? I've read a lot, but I don't think I've ever read any of my dad's work. How could I when I don't know him? For all I know, he could be dead..."

Miss York [Adopted Mother]: Miss York was an older woman when she took Violet in, but she loved the girl with all of her heart. Jeanie York was old enough to be her grandmother, and treated her much like any caring old woman would. Vi knew that if anyone could convince her to keep going on with whatever inspired her, it would be the frail knitter she had come to know and love.

"Miss York? She was basically my savior at that point. I was about nine, I think, and she took me in. At first I didn't think it was going to work because she was older than most who adopted, but Jeanie was the kindest thing ever. She taught me loads more than I could ever imagine, and I owe her a lot. "

Brief History:

"Born somewhere, then brought to an orphanage. That's all I really know about the beginning of my lifetime, but I think my dad kept me for a while. The orphan matron said I was a little bit older than most newborns that were brought in, so he must have at least tried to keep me. I don't blame him, I mean, demigods aren't really amazing children, are we? "

Harry really tried to take care of young Violet from the moment she was placed on his steps. No note, but he knew that the girl with curly blonde hair like his could only be a child that was meant for him. Try as he may, Violet proved too difficult to handle, expenses were too expensive and he couldn't handle a child and a job at the same time.
Violet couldn't remember her dad, even though she tried several times when she was young to even think of his name, or face. Nothing came out of it, nor would anything ever. She was placed in an orphanage at the age of one, and spent eight long years there. She spent more of her time reading, drawing or writing. The kids at the orphanage made fun of her for wishing to live in fantasies that couldn't possibly be real. Violet was starting to believe them, until she got adopted.
Violet was wary of Miss York for the first year she lived with her, thinking that the old woman was just in need of company. In truth, she was right, but the demigod needed a friend too. Jeanie York proved to be one of her greatest and most loyal friends as she was growing up, and Vi wouldn't have asked for a better guardian. Miss York taught her how to knit, sew, cook, and be mature with the decisions that life throws at you. All was going well until the elderly woman had a stroke, when the girl was thirteen.
Violet thought her life was over, with her most trusted friend in the hospital and her grades plummeting lower than usual. To her relief, Jeanie pulled out of her condition quickly, but wasn't fit for watching over the demigod anymore. Vi was supposed to go back to the orphanage, but decided to sneak away instead, and landed herself in Camp Half Blood.
Violet didn't like camp at first, or even three years after she arrived. The girl wasn't like most of her other siblings, who were dark and mysterious. She didn't have dark hair or eyes, or even anything Nyx about her. Vi looked like more of an Athena girl, if anything, and felt like she couldn't possibly change herself to fit in more, or at all. She is slowly accepting the fact that she can't change, and she won't either.
Appearance:

"I don't think I have a very night-goddess look to me do I? Trust me, I've heard the whole lot of it."

Violet knows she doesn't look like most Nyx kids, or any of them really. She looks like more of a bright eyed school girl than a mysterious one. The demigod is quite tall though, with long slim legs. Her skin is normally pale, but tans nicely in the summertime. She has a scar from a biking accident when she was ten, right above her left knee. It's rather noticeable, which makes the girl shy to wear anything shorter than knee-length.
The girl's hair is long and wavy, much like that of any California surfer girl's. She has curls of blonde and amber circling her heart-shaped face. Violet often keeps her hair naturally curly, or braids it if she wants to appear more socially acceptable. Kids at the orphanage would make fun of her for just about anything, especially her appearance. The girl's eyes are a deep blue color, similar to the sky before the sun completely sets over the horizon. Her eyes go from rings of dark blue, to a lighter sky color.
Violet wouldn't stand out in any crowd, unless you counted her lioness like hair. She usually wears normally clothing, with jeans and a sweatshirt on winter days. In the summer, graphic tees and shorts with flip flops meet her needs just fine.
Personality:

"I don't think most people know, because I'm really shy. Not one to start a conversation, easily slipping into the background, yeah that's me!"

The girl isn't known by many, due to the fact that she fears contact with most, thinking they will simply leave her like her father did, or even Miss York. Violet is hesitant to make friends, knowing from her fairy tales that even make believe people can be violent liars. She assumes that the general population is just like that. Some people could call it being judgmental, but Vi calls it being cautious and selective.
However, if friends are made, the girl will prove most loyal. York taught her well, to be a dedicated and amazing friend to those who prove worthy of trust. Violet can also be funny, if she chooses to be, but it's often in a soft and secretive way. Arguing isn't her strong suit, but the girl could hold up her end of a word battle any day, with her vast vocabulary.
Fatal Flaw:

"Heroes have flaws, but I'm not exactly that,"

Violet is extremely loyal to her friends and those who earn her trust. She also downgrades herself, but loyalty takes its hold first.
Pet:
A small tabby cat named Jack, that belonged to Miss York.
Talents:

"Not sure,"

*Darkness - Violet can produce darkness at her will, and create a shadow around herself. She doesn't use it much because it drains her of energy.
Weapons:

"I fight with my bow and arrows... not really impressive, but close combat isn't my thing,"

Vi fights with her crossbow, which is made of celestial bronze, painted dark purple. Her arrows are occasionally dipped in poison, but not often.
Other:
Violet looks like Taylor Swift

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A small French girl walked through camp's borders, an arrogant smirk floating on her face. Finally, a place away from tutors, and isolation. Eying over the vast campus, she set down her suitcase, tired from the drag up. She assumed to fit in here, only to leave a short year later, to join Imperium instead of the worn, old-fashioned camp.

Name: Anastasia Louise Belaire, will go by her full name, or Belaire
Gender: Female
Age: She is sixteen years old
Birthday: February 1rst
Godly Parent: Dionysus, the God of Wine and Drunkenness
Claimed: Yes
Years at Camp: One, before she moved to Imperium
Mortal Family:
Olivia Belaire [Mother]: Olivia was a drunk college girl when she met Dionysus. Needless to say, alcohol does strange things to ones' mind. She moved to Pau, a city in France, after her college, and realized she was pregnant. Olivia knew that she didn't have any other family members to support her and the new child, and had no other choice but to start slow with a job. The only hard part was getting one. Now, Olivia was a beautiful young woman, and while walking by a fashion magazine's head quarters, she was discovered. They offered to take some small shots, just from the head up, to see how she reacted. She was an instant beauty, and they offered her a contract, despite the fact that she was pregnant. After having Anastasia, she continued with her work. Olivia was constantly busy, leaving her daughter plenty of time to decide who she was going to be.

"Oh, mummy, dearest mum, hm? Well, she may have a pretty face, but I personally think her social skills are slim to none. All my mum needed was a pretty face, and that's all she really has. Me? Nah, she doesn't have me. Why do you think I left? She is still having way to much fun trying to convince other French girls to become young twits. I hope I never become anything like her,"

Brief History:

"Er, didn't you hear enough of that? My mum, the model, didn't really give me any advice because she was too busy showing the rest of the world how to look, make sense? Not really, when she cares only about herself and lost me along the way to fame,"

Anastasia spent much over her younger years hiding from the public eye, being watched by only nannies, who didn't last longer than a month at the most. Olivia was busy traveling to fashion shows world-wide, and couldn't properly raise her daughter. She wouldn't be shown the world, only the streets of Pau, her hometown, and the only town she would see until she was fourteen years old. She seemed normal at a young age, which would slowly change as she aged.
The little girl was taught privately, by a tutor. She saw her mother occasionally, usually for lunch or just before she went to bed, once a week. Anastasia didn't see hardly any children, unless it was at a park, in which she would have a nanny closely watching. She was very guarded, until she began to grow a personality. The demigod would argue with her nannies, and cause them to have mutual feelings towards her. Little did they know this was because of her godly parent.
Anastasia was becoming hard to deal with as she aged, arguing, and wanting to leave more then ever. She didn't like never seeing her mother, or the light of day. Sure, the demigod was living large, but it was hardly a life she wanted to live. The large house that contained her seemed to empty, even with her mother in it. She wanted out. Anastasia would refuse to do her schoolwork, or even eat. She wanted to slowly force her mother to do something, or at least to listen to her. Olivia decided to tell the demigod of her father after she turned fourteen, when the pair moved to the United Kingdom for her modeling work. Anastasia couldn't even look at her mother, knowing she had kept this secret from her for so long.
Anastasia was moved to Camp Half Blood shortly after her mother moved to England. She quickly decided that she didn't like the camp, which is when she heard about Imperium. Determined to start her own life, by herself, she decided to join the guild of demigods.
Appearance:

" My mom is a model, and you ask that?"

Anastasia is a pretty girl, obviously the offspring of the gods and a beautiful human. She has bleach-blonde hair, that is straight and simply. It flows to her mid-back, and often stays there, without any fancy hairstyles. Her eyes are a hazel color, with a mix of dark green and chocolate brown. She also has speckles of blue in her eyes. Anastasia will dress up her face with mascara and eyeliner occasionally, if she feels like putting effort into herself.
She stands at 5'6", with a slim body frame. Her skin is a fair color, that tans in the summertime. Anastasia dresses herself in plain clothes, choosing jeans ans sweatshirts over dresses and lace.

Personality:

"I'm a normal, irresponsible teenager. Rude, arrogant, misunderstood, pretty much ,"

Anastasia is a very blunt person, and doesn't like describing herself more than necessary, especially to those that she opposes. She isn't your average, happy-go-lucky child of Dionysus. No, she is far different. She is blunt, and loves to play hard to get, for both boys and friends. She thinks that if someone wants to know her, they best know and respect what they are up against. She plays a deadly mind game with her powers, which make people have a bad tendency to despise her.
The demigod is also very clever, even when she comes off as a rude, arrogant girl. She knows this very well, and uses it for her own pleasure. Anastasia doesn't always mean to come off so harshly, but gets a kick out of toying with people's mind.
She also tries to be strictly independent, and not need anyone. Being able to understand her regal attitude, and accepting that she thinks she is higher than everyone else, can't be easy. Anastasia also has deadly pride, and will not back down from an argument once it's started.

Fatal Flaw:

"What kind of question is that even,"

Anastasia is a prideful girl, and will never back down from anything, even if it costs her life.
Pet:

"Pets? Good joke,"

None
Talents:

"Let's just say I can play my little mind games when I want too,"

*Emotions - Being the daughter of madness, she can influence the emotions of others, and even drive them into insanity. No cases have gone that far yet, but if she felt like it, Anastasia could drive people to the edge.
Weapons:

"Eh, weapons, they aren't really interesting,"

Anastasia fights with throwing stars for longer distance fighting, and a sharp, celestial bronze dagger for hand-to-hand contact.
Other:
Play By - Erin Wagner

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Georgie stood with the sun at her back, a definite frown set on her thin lips. Hands holding what was left of her old life in the casino, she exhaled loudly. The old fashioned girl felt the winter wind blow right through her thin sweater, and descended down the hill. As she slipped and slid down the hill, her small heels catching in the bumps of the land. Georgia raised her eye brow at the people who walked by, wondering why they were wearing such odd clothing. The girls' hair was so high, and they must've been freezing. When she finally reached the big house, Georgia thought to herself, how long have I been gone?

Name: Georgia Ann Wingston, but she goes by Georgie now days
Gender: Female
Age: She is seventeen years old by appearance, but is really one hundred and eleven.
Birthday: Georgie was born on December 23rd
Godly Parent: Melpomene, the Muse of Tragedy
Claimed: Yes
Years at Camp: One month
Mortal Family:
Marcus Wingston [Older Brother]: Marcus Wingston was the first born son of Elise and John Wingston. His twin brother, Morgan, was born five minutes after he. The two looked similar, being the same height with the same dramatic blue eyes. Marcus was always the prankster of the two, having the ability to make anyone and everyone laugh. His charm was enough to sway the young and beautiful Cassandra Lee to be his bride when Marcus was twenty. Even though the girl was four years younger than him, it didn't matter. A year later, they were expecting a baby, and everything was perfect. Until Marcus got called off to fight in World War l. The boy never did come home, due to his death in a bomb incident. His child, Anthony, never did get to see even the remains of his humorous father.

"Marcus was a good guy, no matter what anyone ever said. He just... liked to live, loudly. It seemed like everyone disliked him for that matter, which is down right unfair. Marcus was a sweet man, who cared about everyone. He just didn't reveal it often, until Cassandra came along. He never looked at a lady the same after he met her. I believe true love when I see it, and by golly, she was it. I only wish I could've seen their child, before that person took me to the casino. I'm sure the child was just as beautiful as he was."

Morgan Wingston [Older Brother]: Morgan was Marcus's younger twin brother. Being younger didn't stop him from trying to be more superior. He acted like the eldest, and enjoyed tattling on Marcus when they were young. The two were almost impossible to separate, even with their different personalities. Morgan didn't ever have the chance to marry, telling his sweetheart that they would get married when he came back. The woman's name was Mary Browning, and she didn't get the chance to see her fiancee ever again. Morgan died with his brother in the bombing incident, leaving a widow in his memory.

"Morgan loved being in charge, and having people listen to him. I felt compelled to listen to him and respect him on a higher level than just a sibling. He was a natural leader, and deserved to lead. My step brother never got that chance, unfortunately. He left for war when Marcus did, only he never got to marry the love of his life. Who knows where they are now, or where they could be,"

Brief History:

"I guess I should start in the beginning. I was born to John Wingston and Melpomene, in December of 1901. That makes me, 111. I shouldn't be alive and breathing. I had two older brothers, Marcus and Morgan. They accepted me even though I wasn't their true sister. The two of them really started watching out for me when mother and father passed. Influenza was spreading like lighting, Morgan barely survived as well. I was fourteen when that happened, and the twins were nineteen. Then the war came and well, I never saw them again, no one did. Someone, this man, took me to a casino. It was unlike anything I had ever seen before, and gosh it was fun. The same man took me out, apparently several decades later. I don't fit in here, everyone dresses so differently, and talks oddly. I feel so out of place. The people in cabin seventeen call me Georgie... apparently no one likes the name Georgia now a days, "

Georgia doesn't remember her younger days, but they were good to her. Her family did well, even though they knew she was different. The baby didn't have her brother's eyes, they were green, not blue. Something was wrong with her, but no one in or out of the family ever said anything about her. Georgia behaved, and that was all they really cared about. As she began to age, her parents began to notice something very odd about their little girl. Georgia didn't argue. At all, hardly ever. She was accepting of the way things were right from the start. This is when Elise knew the child wasn't her's, but continued to love the little demigod still.
Even though the twins knew that Georgia wasn't their full sister, they watched out for her and protected her. At a young age, the girl learned the steps to being a good housewife, as any person from that decade would grow up to become. Without women's rights, that's all Georgia was expected to be. She still didn't argue, and tended to focus on the possible things. She never really imagined anything would happen, no, not for their small little family. If anything, she focused on the negatives in life. Fame, fortune, and true love were merely myths to the ten year old. Georgie knew better than to think like that.
Georgia's father and step mother died in influenza when she was 14. She became the young nurse, trying to take care of all of the people in the house. The demigod now knows various methods of healing because of this. The girl was unable to save them however, and blamed herself for it. If it wasn't for Morgan and Marcus, she would've lost it. The twins were nineteen, and both had love interests, soon to be husbands. Georgia didn't have a teacher anymore, and had to run the house all by herself. She didn't mind the work, and found it time to be by herself. The demigod thought over her parents deaths many times, which only made her feel more guilty about the incident. Once the boys headed off for the war, she was virtually alone in their home. Cassandra and Mary would visit her from time to time, just to make sure she was okay. Any of her extended family didn't want anything to do with her, knowing she was different and not a real family member. Georgia heard the news about the bombing five months after they had been deployed. Heartbroken, she spent the next week with Mary and Cassandra, also struck by the tragedy. After the funerals, a man took her away, saying that he had orders by her birth mother to protect her. Georgia spent the next long decades at the lotus casino, enjoying herself and relaxing. It had only felt like mere hours when the man came again telling her that it was safe to leave now. Confused, she was taken to camp half blood, after she had a change to modern clothes. Georgia has been at camp for a month, and hasn't wrapped her head around the fact that she is in a different time period, and feels terrible out of place.
Appearance:

"I have my dad's hair, it's this curly messy blonde kind of hair. My father said I looked like my grandmother when she was young. Except, I might add, my eyes. You will notice they are green, electric green. I don't get that from my father's side of the family, so I assume my mother gave me them. I'm not very tall, I'm afraid, only five foot two inches. Back in my age, everyone was smaller. I still dress... vintage, isn't that what it's called? I'm not going to give up my time period, even if everyone else did ,"

Georgia has an old - time charm to her, even by the way she talks. She likes to dress in skirts, leggings, and dressy tops. Her hair is naturally curly, coming down in waves from her head. The demigod usually pulls some of her hair back and ties it in a bow, like she used to back in the 1900's. However, Georgia will braid her hair from time to time as well.
Her eyes are a dazzling green color, lighter by her pupil than the iris. She will dress up her eyes by putting a little bit of mascara on them occasionally. She has clear skin, fair, with a little bit of light freckles by her nose. Her face is shaped like a heart, and very smooth. Georgia doesn't see the need to add make up to her face, if ever, because she doesn't really know how to use the modern stuff. It's very different to her, and she accepts herself the way she is none the less.
Georgia dresses herself in something that has lace. She loves it, and still dresses in skirts as well. The demigod dislikes wearing jeans, and will only ever wear them if completely necessary.
Personality:

"I, well. I'm usually very agreeable. I don't really know I guess. I'm passive as well, very. I've been told that I'm caring, compassionate... something like that. I don't really know,"

Georgia lacks confidence in herself. Due to the lack of women's rights in her time, she doesn't expect that many people would depend on her to do much more than live. She doesn't think much of herself either, and often blames herself for the death of her parents. Georgia blames most things on herself actually, degrading her self esteem by herself. However, if you met her, you wouldn't be able to tell she hates herself.
Georgia is often very charming, and playful. She likes innocently flirting as well, but hasn't found the need to flirt with anyone in this century yet. She is often very compassionate and caring towards those who are ill, but not necessarily to everyone other than that. The demigod loves caring for the ill.
Even with her concern for the sick and injured, Georgia doesn't often have confidence that her methods will work. She thinks negatively often, and assumes the worst will happen, because that's what happened to her in the past. In short, Georgia is terribly down to earth.
Fatal Flaw:

"I... er, I don't know really, I thought demigods weren't supposed to know about their flaws,"

Georgia doesn't consider herself to be a good person, at all. Self - Depreciation, it means that you down grade yourself because of previous events. She considers herself worthless, and doesn't think she deserves to live while all the other members of her family have died.
Pet:

"Do you really think I could've brought a pet from the 1900's?"

None
Talents:

"Well, I've been told I'm quite the nerd, "

* Nursing - Georgia is a talented nurse, even with her aged methods. She often tends to people in the infirmary.
* Poetry - She is also a good poet, although her inspiration is often sad and dark.
Weapons:

"I fight with a double bladed sword, one edge on each end, "

A double tipped sword called Τραγούδι των Δακρύων, or Song of Tears. She received it during her second week of camp.
Other:
Georgia is played by Jessie Schram

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Sprinting away from August, the demigod resisted a cruel laugh. He had stopped to catch his breath, and left his step brother in the dust. Stepping just over the hill, Hunter's eyes widened. "Oh my god!" he burst, staring in awe at the camp that lay before him. Once August did catch up, they decided to investigate. Little did they know that they had wandered into their new home.

Name: Hunter Ross West, and he goes by Hunter
Gender: Male
Age: He's sixteen
Birthday: Hunter's birthday is April 12th
Godly Parent: Ares, the God of War and Blood lust
Claimed: Yes
Years at Camp: Two years
Mortal Family:
Rebecca West [Mother]: Rebecca was a rebellious young woman when she met Ares. She was the type to get drunk on weekends and not care what happened to herself. Until Hunter came along, things then got very different. Becca had to settle down and get a job to pay the bills of their tiny apartment. She didn't talk much, or expect much of her son. She simply loved him, more or less, always. Rebecca tried to keep Hunter under control,and his temper down. That never worked. He got in trouble at school ever since he was young, and they were constantly moving. They finally settled down in L.A. Hunter was eleven, and Becca met Jack. Jack West, to be exact, the end of Hunter and the beginning of a new last name. She loved him dearly, but it wasn't the same reaction from Hunter.

" Mom? She used to be great. Cookies every Saturday morning, no matter where we were. It seemed like we were always moving, but she didn't ever mind. She told me that she used to be a rebel, but I changed that. Ha, sure, what ever. She had issues, still does, I mean, she married Jack. Ew,"

Jack West [Step Father]: Hunter didn't know much about Jack when he first met him, at all. He never took the time to learn anything about him either. He just knew that he didn't like him. Jack seemed to passive and easy going. Not only that, but he ruined their usual cookie ritual. He had a son, named August, which was another thing Hunter learned to hate quickly about his new life in the West family.

" Jack, what a pansy. He was so nice, too dang nice. He seemed to want to be my friend, isn't that so... creepy? The last thing I want is to be friends with my step-dad, oh gross, "

August West [Step Brother]: August is a seventeen year old son of Demeter. Hunter didn't know it at the time, of course, but he still didn't like him. The demigod knew that August was different, and tried to take advantage of him. He never really did anything wrong, but that was the reason that Hunter hated him so, and still does. August was always kind and easy - going, while Hunter was the opposite, being harsh and irrational.

"August? Even his name sounds stupid. Who would name their kid that? Oh, right, Jack. See? They are all so... stupid. I mean, he never did anything wrong. No, he was a sweet innocent teenager. *makes a face* Have you ever even heard of a teenager like that?! It's not normal, not right! August was a wimp, still is, always spending time with girls. I mean, hey, I like girls, but I'm not going to make friends with them, if you catch my drift. "

Brief History:

"Didn't I just explain my history to ya? No... seriously? Stupid... whatever. Okay, so My mom had a thing with Ares, hooray, okay, sure. She stopped being fun after that, and started being a mom. I wasn't the best kid, but she could've cared less, really. We moved all the time, because well, I beat kids up all the time. They deserved it too, talking trash about me, just because I didn't learn as fast as they did. I think they deserved it... but the principal always sided with them. When I was eleven, we lived in L.A, just mom and me. Until she met Jack. They got married, and I got a new last name... oh and a step brother. August, remember? Goody - two shoes, almost a girl? Yeah, him. I got sick of them real quick, and ran away when I was 13. I didn't care that mom would miss me. I couldn't stand being picked on for sharing the name with that pansy. I beat up more kids, and my mom started yelling at me, for once. I got angry, and almost... hit her. Anyways, I ran, and August followed me. We came across camp after he learned about his dumb flower powers,"

Hunter had a nice childhood, with just his mother. They were happy to be with each other, and it seemed like nothing could go wrong. The demigod was headstrong, and didn't like sharing or listening, but Becca assumed it was just normal. She never would've guessed how Hunter would grow up, hurting people all the time. None the less, Rebecca took care of her child like any mother would, with love and compassion. As Hunter began to go to school, he was picked on by the other kids. Due to dyslexia, he couldn't learn as quickly as the other kids. The demigod got angered by the mortal children, and would take his anger out on the playground. The principal's office began sadly familiar to him, and he got expelled at all of the schools he went to. His mother didn't bother trying to contain him either, knowing that he could, and would lash out on her if he wanted to. Hunter didn't see his mother as a threat, and liked her, finding her alright. After going through six schools since he started his schooling, they decided to move to L.A. Once they moved to L.A., Rebecca met Jack. Within the next six months, those two were married. Hunter hated Jack, and his new step-brother, August. He found the two annoying, and rather misleading. The demigod knew that they were soft, and often tried to boss around August. To his dismay, the older boy simply ignored him and hung out with his friends. Oh, that's another thing that bothered Hunter. August hung out with girls almost all the time, but in a friendly way. Slightly jealous, he assumed he was unloved, the boy left. He was done with Jack distracting his mother, and August being a soft idiot. As Hunter ran, he didn't realize that his step brother was following him. With two demigods unprotected, monsters quickly discovered them. As the ventured across the country, fighting monsters and hiding, they eventually came to camp. Ever since then, Hunter has tried to avoid the son of Demeter. He's been to busy breaking hearts and training to care.
Appearance:

"I'm hot, what more do you need to know?"

Hunter takes great pride in his appearance, for obvious reasons. He stands at 5'10", and is very well muscled. With a six pack in the summer time, you shouldn't wonder why he goes to the beach so often. He is naturally tan, and his skin only gets darker in the summertime. In the Winter, he wears a dark green coat, jeans, tennis shoes, and plain shirts. He usually dresses simply, unless he is going on a date or something else that needs a formal attire.
Hunter's face is something he takes great pride in.He was a well chiseled face, blemish free, and just as tan as the rest of him. His eyes are a dark, almost cruel brown color, hidden by bushy eyebrows. His smile is almost a sneer, unless is is genuine, which is a rare thing. His hair is thick and bushy, and occasionally is curly. Hunter occasionally will use hair products to style his hair, but finds his hair to be to thick for any sprays or gels to help.
The demigod can't be found without his phitan necklace around his neck, holding his weapon in disguise.
Personality:

"I am awesome, simply awesome,"

Hunter loves himself. He thinks that he is the best thing that happened to this Earth, and loves himself. He doesn't mind picking on kids, and considers it fun to be on the other side of the battle. He can dish out insults quickly, and often does. Arguing his his strong suit, and he loves it. Rage and yelling, it all makes his adrenaline go through the roof. The demigod is a bit of an adrenaline junkie, and loves to do crazy things. Sky-diving is definitely on his bucket list, and he plans to achieve it. He can't wait to he old enough to get a tattoo by himself, and do other sorts of crazy stupid things.
Around people, he is a jerk. Not caring about other people's emotions, but judging them by their appearance and heritage, Hunter just goes with the flow. He is lazy, for the most part, doing only what he wants when he wants. The boy is also a compulsive liar, being able to lie with ease.
When angered, Hunter isn't someone you want to meet. He was be even more vile, cruel, and vicious. The demigod doesn't care who he hurts, as long as it hurt them good. He loves making people remember him, just not in the right way. Rage, Adrenaline, and Popularity keep this son of Ares going.
Fatal Flaw:

"I'm flawless," *wink*

Hunter thinks too much of himself, and has extreme self - loyalty. He also has anger issues, and is extremely stubborn.

Pet:

"You seriously think I have a pet? Wow,"

None

Talents:

"I have more than you might think, "

* Weaponry - Hunter can pick up any weapon and know how to use it to the best of his abilities, although he prefers his sword.
* Strength - From constantly training all the time, Hunter has quiet the arm. He is strong, to say the least.
* Flirting - He adores girls, especially cute ones, and loves flirting with them. He has a strong belief that he can get any girl he wants, whenever.

Weapons:

"I can fight with anything, can't you tell?"

Hunter can fight with anything really, do to his father's powers, but often chooses to fight with a 3 and a half foot sword, made of celestial bronze. When it isn't in use, the sword it a black and white phitan necklace.

Other:
Play By - Graham Phillips

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A limousine pulled up to the road leading to Camp Half Blood, carrying ten year old Katherine May. Now, she hadn't wanted to come in such a style, but agreed to her father's wishes. She was happy to go with other people like her who were different. Her father had briefly explained how the Greek Gods worked, and a little bit on what that made her. Katherine wasn't really taken back by the idea of being a half-goddess, and accepted if quickly. Opening the door of the vehicle, she grabbed her bags and headed over to her new life.

Name: Katherine Daisy May, but goes by 'Kate', 'Katie', or Dase.
Gender: Female
Age: Kate is fifteen years old.
Birthday: She was born on July 17th
Godly Parent: Eleos, the Spirit of mercy and pity.
Claimed: Yes
Years at Camp: Five
Mortal Family:
Micheal May [Father]: Micheal May is a millionaire, whose daughter loves giving away all she has. He loved his daughter very much, giving her the best money could by. He wanted her to be a typical rich girl, who was still kind and caring. Kate was a little more than that. Micheal tried to accept her the way she was, but still insisted she was given the best of things.

"I love my dad, honestly I do. He wants the best for me, which I understand. I wonder if he was ever mad when I gave away my expensive clothes, or when I wouldn't accept something. I really just wanted everyone to be able to have some of the things I do. I think he tried to understand, which is really all I expected him to do. After all, he was doing his best. "

Brief History:

"Oh, history, right. Well my early childhood was easy. I grew up with anything I wanted, but I didn't want most of it. I would play with kids, but give them the toys first. It's only curiosity, right? I would help kids with things, but they began to pass me and become much smarter. Oh well, that didn't really matter. When I came to camp, things were weird. I didn't expect to fight. I refuse to fight. "

Kate was born to Micheal and Eleos on a warm July day. The goddess felt terrible leaving her child behind, and tried to continue seeing Katherine. Zeus punished the goddess for her actions, but only slightly. It was in Eleos' nature to go back to her child, and the king of the gods took that into thought. Kate was very kind to everyone, even as a child. She would play nicely with others and share quite easily. She wasn't selfish like most young children, and cared about everyone she met.
Kate began going to school and got along with most everyone. She was kind and compassionate, sharing everything. She would insist on giving others toys before playing with them herself. The demigod also helped her classmates with homework when she could. Sadly, her dyslexia got in the way. At the age of ten, her powers were shining through. Kate would get everything she wanted, but gave all of it away. She was a very giving person, and loved helping people. Soon, her father figured that it was time to bring Kate to Camp Half Blood.
Kate fit into camp like a puzzle piece, liking everyone there. She might've been too nice for some of them, but liked being by others her age none the less. The demigod was very pretty, but never dated anyone. She was afraid that if a boy liked her and she didn't fell the same that feelings would get hurt. Kate just doesn't want to date until she knows that she is positive of her feelings and how it would affect the other person.
Appearance:

"Well, people often tell me I look pretty. I have long blonde, somewhat wispy hair, and blue eyes. My hair also is usually in ringlets, so curly. I don't wear make up though, never. "

The blood of her mother was visible in Katherine's looks, her platinum blonde hair wavy but mostly kept in elaborate ringlets. Her clear blue eyes and her perfect complexion. Her milky skin with rosy cheeks. All of it suggested the touch of an immortal's blood. Without it she might not have been so lucky in the looks compartment. Not that she cared about her looks, she never wore make-up except some mascara because every girl kept nagging her to find out what make-up she used in her mortal school.
Kate mostly wears simple skinny jeans with flats and pretty t-shirts, tank tops or one-shoulder tops, not because they looked good but because she found them very comfortable. However whenever, to keep up her dads reputation, she would outdo herself, she'd dress in the most expensive clothes, the most beautiful dresses with the best jewellery.
Personality:

"I'm very... merciful, I guess. I would never hurt anyone, ever. I don't think it's right to hurt others. I also pity people, and can be generous in that sense. I love giving whatever I can to others. It makes me feel helpful... "

If you had to describe Katherine Daisy May in one word anyone would say 'compassionate', Kate cares for everyone, she loves everything and she will never be mean. She will pity anyone who gets hurt or anything and she will rush over to help the poor target of bullying or abuse. She does everything herself and never asks help for anything selfish, she donates any money she gets to charity which is around the 5 million pounds a year.
Even with one of the richest men alive today Kate is very grounded, she has the best car and best house of course, she sticks around them for one reason, they are heavily armored and will stop her dad worrying about her safety overly much. Otherwise she would be aching to donate it to charity.
Fatal Flaw:

"Well, I'm sure not fighting in a situation could be fatal."

Because Kate doesn't hurt anyone and is merciful to anyone she is very likely to get killed without a struggle, she won't fight anyone even if she is so capable, she refuses to acknowledge that she could fight. If someone had the lower hand and he was armed she wouldn't attack, she wouldn't when he had the upper hand either. She'd sit down and wait to die. This is the ultimate flaw of Katherine Daisy May.
Pet:
Kate doesn't own a pet.
Talents:
None, except being grateful and compassionate to everyone.
Weapon:

"I told already, I don't fight! I won't ever touch one of those pointy, dangerous things. I wouldn't want to hurt someone!"

Since Kate doesn't fight, she doesn't need a weapon.
Other:
Kate is portrayed by Amanda Seyfried.She also was adopted from Dean.

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