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PostSubject: Brick By Boring Brick   Brick By Boring Brick I_icon_minitimeThu Apr 04, 2013 7:43 am
Welcome!


Isn't it nice to meet you. I'm Faith Lehane, or too a select few [Pfft. The Whole Site] Vina. My hobby is to make characters. Literally. I love them. I'm also the resident Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel nerd. Ask me any question at all, and I can tell you the answer. Maybe that would explain to you my characters names. Also, my Face Claims.
Now please, sit down on the pretty blue bean bag, and relax as we show the slideshow of characters. Eat some popcorn, drink some Coke, put your feet up. The bathroom is down that corridor, and the kitchen that one to your left. The Character's Bedrooms are upstairs, two/three to a floor. Anya and Buffy live on the top floor, and I warn you, they don't really take kindly to visitors who don't ring the doorbell too your right.
I am not held responsible for how my darlings treat you. They do love pranks, and Skyla especially loves messing with people. Any personal possessions should be left in my office's safe, so as not to be lost.
The elevator recently broke down, and I have taken the liberty to install a pretty roller-coaster car through-out the entire hotel. Please keep hands and legs inside the vehicle at all times.
So yes, dear visitor. Enjoy your exclusive visit to my Character Hotel. Meet the people who I call my children, meet their animals, and find out the latest news with them.
~Vina


Active
  • Buffy Summers; Khione, Goddess of Snow and Ice
  • Anyanka Harris; Zeus, Lord of the Skies
  • Charlie Grandge; Iris, Goddess of Rainbows and Divine Messenger to the Gods. Hunter of Artemis.
  • Aphrodite De LaMarco; Hemera, Goddess of Sunlight and Day
  • Rana Jackson; Eris, Goddess of Strife, Discord, Contention and Rivalry
  • Leena Hale; Unclaimed Child of Chronos, God of Time
  • Cole Notte; Nyx, Goddess of Night and Shadows
  • Veronica Lyric; Apollo, God of the Sun, Poetry and Prophecy
  • Shayenne Caulfield; Unclaimed Daughter of Athena, Goddess of Wisdom and Battle Strategy


Canons

  • Artemis; Goddess of the Hunt, Maiden Girls, the Wilderness, Wild Beasts, Maiden Dances and Songs, Archery, Chastity, Childbirth, Plague and the Moon
  • Calypso; A Minor Goddess Nymph


Work In Progress

  • Unnamed Female; Nikki Reed Face Claim, Legacy
  • Unnamed Female; Nina Dobrev Face Claim, BT/Titan Character


Inactive

  • Kendra Lehane; Hecate, Goddess of Magic, Ghosts, Crossroads, Witchcraft, Necromancy, the Night, and the Moon
  • Kegan Lehane; Nemesis, Goddess of Revenge and Balance
  • Grace Moon; Aphrodite, Goddess of Love and Beauty
  • Constance Newman; Athena, Goddess of Wisdom and Battle Strategy
  • Charity McKenna; Nyx, Goddess of the Night and Shadows. Hunter of Artemis.
  • Chantarelle Browne; Aeolus, God of the Winds
  • Kaida Lin Vargas; Ouranos, Primordial God of the Sky
  • Adara Lorelie; Pontus, Primordial God of the Sea
  • Aislin LaVarrney; Melinoe, Goddess of Ghosts and Nightmares
  • Willow Hale; A Wood Nymph
  • Thomas De la Cruz; Dinlas, God of Hate
  • Serenity Arrington; Macaria, Goddess of Blessed Death
  • Thalia Jenkins; Thanatos, God of Death
  • Curiosity "Zee" Dean Temperance; Aphrodite, Goddess of Love and Beauty
  • Riley Jae Williams; Hermes, God of Travelers and Thieves
  • Mikayla "Ace" Littner (Up For Adoption); Eris, Goddess of Strife, Discord, Contention and Rivalry
  • Vivien Emma Elizabeth; Amphitrite, Goddess of Sweet Waters
  • Auburn Spallin; Iris, Goddess of Rainbows and Divine Messenger to the Gods.
  • Skyla Stars; Hecate, Goddess of Magic, Ghosts, Crossroads, Witchcraft, Necromancy, the Night, and the Moon



Claims

Amy Acker; Unused
Lalaine Ann Vergara-Paras; Kaida Lin Vargas
Rachel Bilson; Adara Lorelie
* Berit Birkeland; Aphrodite De LaMarco
* Charisma Carpenter; Jai Harris
Ara Celi; Aislin LaVarrney
* Nina Dobrev; Work in Progress
* Sarah Michelle Gellar; Buffy Summers
Ashley Greene; Leena Alice Hale
Lucy Hale; Skyla Stars
Alyson Hannigan; Kendra Lehane
* Jacqueline Jossa; Cole Notte
Bianca Lawson; Kegan Lehane
Julia Lee; Chastity McKenna
Katie McGrath; Unused
Mary-Kate Olsen; Thalia Jenkins
Ashley Olsen; Serenity Arrington
* Nikki Reed; Work in Progress
* Kristen Stewart; Rana Jackson
Amber Tamblyn; Willow Hale
* Michelle Trachtenberg; Veronica Lyric
Gemma Ward; Constance Newman

Nicholas Brendan; Rook Harris

Note: I will share any claims, except the ones marked with a *. All you need to do it ask (:


Theme Songs

Buffy Summers: Lucky; Bif Naked
Anyanka Harris: Abraham's Daughter; Arcade Fire
Charlie Grandge: That's What You Get; Paramore
Aphrodite De LaMarco: 9 Crimes; Damien Rice
Rana Jackson: Shut up and Drive; Rhianna
Leena Hale: Just Give Me A Reason; P!NK
Cole Notte: Misery Business; Paramore
Veronica Lyric: I Caught Myself; Paramore
Shayenne Caulfield: Brick by Boring Brick; Paramore


Ships

Joanka [Joseph X Anyanka]
Chole [Chase X Cole]
JonRon [Jonathan X Ronnie]
Tayburn [Taylor X Auburn]




Extras

  • Mystery Box: Magical Necklace thing which was given to Kegan Lehane.
  • Extra Character Spot Won From Fanfic Contest: Used on a character idk who. Eighth spot anyways.
  • Value Pack;
    Extra Character Spot: Used on Shayenne Caulfield.
    Power Boost: Unused
    Weapon Perk: Unused
    Pet Perk: Unused
    Extra BTC: Unused





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BUFFY SUMMERS

identity?
Daughter of Khione
age?
Sixteen
born on?
19th of January
at her best?
kind, funny, bubbly
at her worst?
hateful, sarcastic, bad decisions
ALL THE SMALL THINGS...
    Full Name: Buffy Summers
    Name Meaning: Idk
    Nicknames: B, Buff
    Age: 16
    Birthday: 19th of January
    Gender: Female
    Godly Parent: Khione, Goddess of Snow and Ice
    Claimed: Yes
    Years In Camp: 4 Years


THE INSIDE STORY...
    Mortal Family:

    Work in Progress

    Brief History:
    Work in Progress
    Physical Appearance:
    Work in Progress
    Personality:
    Work in Progress
    Fatal Flaw:
    Work in Progress
    Pets:
    Keno
    Talents:
    Work in Progress
    Weapons:
    Work in Progress
    Other: Color is Cyan

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ANYANKA HARRIS

identity?
Daughter of Zeus
age?
fourteen
born on?
8th of November
at her best?
sarcastic, loving, hyper
at her worst?
sardonic, lost, quiet
ALL THE SMALL THINGS...
    Full Name: Anyanka Lacie Harris
    Name Meaning: The inexhaustible, Favor, Grace
    Nicknames: Anya, Harris
    Age: 15
    Birthday: 8th of November
    Gender: Female
    Godly Parent: Zeus, God of Thunder and Lightning, Lord of the Skies
    Claimed: Yes
    Years In Camp: 3 Years


THE INSIDE STORY...
    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

    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.

    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, Anyanka 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 Appearance:
    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 believes 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.

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

    Other: Color is Yellow

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CHARLIE GRANDGE

identity?
Daughter of Iris, hunter of artemis
age?
seventeen forever
born on?
15th of July
at her best?
sarcastic, talkative, artistic
at her worst?
blunt, rude, loud
ALL THE SMALL THINGS...
    Full Name: Charlotte-Marie Grandge
    Name Meaning: Free Man
    Nicknames: Charlie
    Age: Frozen at 17 years of age. Though, in reality, she's 25
    Birthday: July 15, 1986
    Gender: Female
    Godly Parent: Iris (Ίρις), goddess of the rainbow and divine messenger
    Claimed: Yes
    Years In Huntresses: 8 Years
    Group: Gatherers [Group Leader]


THE INSIDE STORY...
    Mortal Family:

    • Father (Oscar Grandge): Oscar Grandge used to be a care-free, wild, insane free spirit. He was artistic, crazy, random, overall, very right brain heavy. He, Charlie and Georgia would travel and go on adventure after adventure. It was a great life. Though Charlie was always more supportive of it than Georgia. When both Charlie and Georgia were almost killed, Oscar Grandge decided that it was time to find a spot and stay there. He actually got a real job at a bank, which Charlie hated. Soon, he became more and more organized and responsible. He started to dress nicely and not have paint on him. He covered up his tattoos every morning with clothing or coverup. Georgia was supportive of the change, but Charlie was not. Soon the change became just about permanent when he married Charlie's step mom, Chrissy.

    "My dad used to be great! When I was little we traveled, hopping from place to place, learning new things, meeting new people. It was amazing. The best life ever. But then that all ended. Me and my sister were in a "near death experience". It was just a hellhound. And we got away, so I don't know why it freaked Oscar out so much. Yes, I call my dad by my first name. Anyways, he decided that we were going to stop traveling, get a home, settle down, and stay there. Boring. But Georgia loved it. When my dad married Chrissy, things just got worse. He already worked at a bank, and then he marries this stuck up, rich, snooty little... Gah. She keeps him "contained". "Mustn't let daddy go out and embarrass the family with dirty hands!" I want my real dad back.. The one that my real mom fell in love with. But still, all in all, I guess he's a good parent."

    • Step-Mother (Chrissy Grandge): Chrissy married into the Grandge family when Charlie was ten. She's a very uptight, proper, clean person. And Charlie hates her. Chrissy and Charlie's personalities both clash drastically. Chrissy is well-mannered, polite, and feminine. Charlie is not. She's messy, artistic, loud, rude, and strong. The only thing keeping them from murdering each other is Oscar. He is the person that steps in and talks to both sides rationally. In the end, Charlie and Chrissy agreed to be civil. And, to help that process, Charlie left.

    "Chrissy is just...ugh!' That woman has to have something shoved up her butt because she's so uptight all the time. She's proper, and a lady. Who gives a crap about being "a lady". Don't your parts do that for you?! I just don't understand her. Maybe if she hadn't forced my dad to completely change who he was, I might not mind her as much. But the woman comes in and changes our entire life. The way we eat, where we live, what we do, EVERYTHING. It all changed with two little words. "I do"."

    • Sister (Georgia Grandge): Georgia Grandge is the "sensible sister". She is a little over a year older than Charlie and has apparently gained all the wisdom there is in the world in that year. She's a very smart, knowledgeable person. Almost overpoweringly so. When the Grandges were traveling, she was the one that kept the group in check. She was the one who cooked and was responsible. And she was always the one who asked if they could stop traveling and just calm down for a little bit. Charlie and Georgia don't always see eye to eye, but they get along generally well.

    "Georgia is my big sister. Though she acts like she's learned all there is to know about the world in that one year. She thinks she knows everything. And I have to say, the most upsetting part of that, is that she often is right. I don't inositol how se can remember these things and names and crap that I don't give a hoot about. I swear, she has a photographic memory. Anyway, me as my sister got along better when we were travelling. Georgia isn't a very stubborn person. So when we would argue, I would win. But then something went her way. We settled down. And it, like, lit this fire to get what she wanted in her. It was dangerous. Because now there three, equally stubborn Grandge women in the world. But when we finalł settled down, she became even worse. She was convinced that this would help our father "grow up". And then she supported the marriage from the Underworld. She was decided on her opinion if the union in less than a week. She loved it. She said it was helping him "Keep up and wake up!" did you ever think that maybe he doesn't want to do those things?! Nate he just wants to eat pizza in bed. He has his entire life to grow up, why would you want more of it? Sometimes I just didn't understand Georgia."

    • Half-Brother (Michael Grandge):
    Michael Grandge is the child of Oscar Grandge and Chrissy Grandge. Therefore, he is Charlie's half-brother. Michael is six years of age, but has only met Charle twice in his entire lifetime. Though, it's not because Charlie doesn't try to visit. Chrissy believes that the Greek gods thing is "evil", since she's a devout Catholic. Charlie has called her out on her beliefs, shown her abilities, but Chrissy just believes she worships "Satan". And when Charlie came back with "Well actually, it's Hades, and I give offerings to all the gods," Chrissy snapped. She refused Charlie any contact with Michael after that. Charlie has tried to send him an Iris message so she can meet her half-brother, but it's no use. Chrissy watches him like a hawk.

    "Michael...the one time I met him he was the sweetest little boy. It seems like he's the only good thing that came out of their marriage... But, that good thing was taken away by the cruelest person to ever live. Chrissy. She thinks I worship Satan! Pah! No, dolt, that's not why I have these abilities. I have these abilities because your husband and my dad got it on with a goddess. I just don't get it... She lets Georgia see him! OH wait, that's right. Georgia didn't want to be a Huntress. She said it was too much work that would be unfulfilled. Well I don't believe that. It's the most rewarding experience I've ever had. But because it comes with immortality from age, Chrissy doesn't let me see Michael. And because I'm not like Georgia. I won't push my heritage under a rug just like that. "


    Brief History:

    "My history, the early parts of it, was the best! I traveled around with my dad and my big sister. We got along, most of the time, and saw the most amazing things! My dad was my hero. He was so strong and adventurous. I wanted to be just like him. But then those times ended. Georgia and I, being demigods, started to have a scent. And a strong one, apparently. We were attacked in one of our trips by a hellhound. Georgia got stitches in her back, and I broke my arm. But we got away! So I don't know why Oscar insisted on us "settling down". Georgia loved it, but I hated it. And then things just got worse and worse. Oscar married Chrissy. And she completely changed him. Granted he was changing for himself a little bit before, but she really solidified it! No painting, no tattoos, she made him cover up his current ones, no contact with me and he had to dress nicely. Well after those rules were put into effect, I followed Georgia, who had gone to Camp Half-Blood a year before. I didn't stay there long, though. I was recruited to the Huntresses, made the pledge, and it was the best choice I ever made. I love the Hunters. They're more of a family to me than my real family. I don't have to deal with men, I travel around, get to shoot things with arrows, and live with the goddess Artemis and the rest of the Hunters. WHat could be better? I'll answer that for you. Nothing."

    Charlie was born in Portland, Oregon. Though she didn't live there for very long. Only about two years after Charlie was born, the family of three began to travel. At first, it wasn't very far travels and they always returned to Oregon. But as time went on, they went further and further out into the world and they returned home less and less. Oscar paid the bills for their house when they would return home, so they still owned it, but they never lived there. It was like an empty thing that they could always come back to. The family would stay in hotels, at strangers houses, or even rent an apartment for their travels to different places. They stayed all over the world. They backpacked across Europe, took a safari through Africa, dove into Asian culture, and explored the ruins of South America.
    However, when Charlie was seven and Georgia was eight, the two girls were attacked by a hellhound. Georgia had to get stitches in her back and Charlie broke her arm. After that experience, Oscar realized that taking the girls all these places was exposing them to the monsters wanting to kill them. It was dangerous. And he had to prevent his girls from being hurt. The Grandges moved back to Portland, Oregon and "settled down". Oscar got a job at a bank and started working there, much to Charlie's hatred for the boring job. While at said job, Oscar Grandge met his soon-to-be wife, Chrissy Sarlton. Or, as she was soon to be known, Chrissy Grandge. Charlie never understood why her father married such a boring, dull, proper, annoying woman. When she tries confronting him about his decision, he gets upset. "It's what's best for the family!" he says. Charlie has stopped asking about the marriage over the years, though it's mostly because she wants to preserve whatever kind of relationship she has with her father for as long as possible. When Charlie was fourteen, she went to Camp Half-Blood, as her sister did the year before her. Charlie was claimed almost immediately, since Georgia had already been claimed as well. She spent three years with her half-siblings and it was better than home, but something was still missing. She didn't feel complete at camp. It was nice and friendly, but she felt like she wasn't living her life to the fullest. And then, one day, The Hunters of Artemis came to camp to recruit and Charlie knew that's what she wanted to do.
    At the age of seventeen, Charlie Grandge became a Hunter of Artemis. She's traveled around with her adoptive family. She's had close calls, lost friends, and had happy times with the rest of the girls as well as Lady Artemis, who she respects more than anyone else. Charlie has been a Huntress for eight years and, despite the fact that it cut her from her relationship with her new half-brother, she will tell anyone who asks that it was the best decision she ever made.

    Physical Appearance:

    "My appearance? I mean...I guess it's pretty normal? I don't know! All of the girls in the Hunters say that I'm pretty. But we're not really ones to care much about looks. I'm average I suppose. Average height, weight, beauty, things like that. I have tattoos, if that means anything to you. It probably doesn't. Just look at me or something! Holy crap, don't make me describe myself..."

    Charlie stands at about 5'9" in height, so she's on the taller end of the female height spectrum. She has a thin, but muscular frame, due to her training with the Hunters. Her arms and legs are mostly muscle, though her stomach still remains lacking in tone. Her arms and legs are long and she has a short, petite torso. Her feet are quite small for her height. She only wears a size 6 and everyone says that her feet look like toddler feet. Her hands, however, are quite large. Her fingers are long and thin which makes gripping a bow easier. Her right arm is covered in a sleeve of tattoos. This tattoo mural starts at her wrist, goes up her arm, over her shoulder, and down her right side before it ends at her hip. It's quite a large tattoo, but Charlie loves it. Though whether or not her love for it came because her step-mother hates it is unknown. Charlie also has a rainbow on her ankle in honor of her mother, Iris.
    Charlie's face is heart-shaped. She has round cheeks and strong cheekbones that people, for some reason, love to poke. Her cheekbones are especially prominent, along with her dimples, when she smiles. Charlie believes her nose to be slightly large, but it's not a very prevalent flaw. While she doesn't have a "button nose", she doesn't have a beak either. Her nose comes to a point and flips up a bit at the tip. Her lips are thick and pink. Often they are turned up in a smile or open because Charlie is blabbing about something on her mind. Charlie always says that she has a big mouth, meaning both literally and figuratively. Charlie's ears stick out a little bit at her earlobes, but whether or not she has yet to notice it or just doesn't care, it doesn't bother her. Her eyesbrows are plucked, though not by her own choice. She let her friend pluck them when she was younger and ever since then, if she didn't keep them clean and tidy, they would grow out like bushes. Charlie has a very expressive face. All of her emotions can be read like an open book if one simply watches her facial expressions.
    Charlie's eyes sit on either side of her nose, a bit too close together. They are round with slender points in shape. They are framed by thick, dark eyelashes that are made longer, thicker, and darker by the caked on mascara. Charlie loves eye makeup, but only dark eye makeup. She almost always has eyeliner, black or gray eyeshadow, and black mascara with her at all times. She says she looks bad without makeup, but no one ever sees her without it, so no one can testify that this is true or if she's just exaggerating. Her irises are pure black in color, though around the pupil is a small light of silvery-gray. Her eyes are so dark they can't even be classified as dark brown. They are, literally, black as night.
    Charlie's hair is just as dark as her eyes. Her hair is black in color with hints of silver and brown when the light hits it. But her hair is indeed black. It's also quite long. When she isn't wearing it up, which she almost always is, it reaches to the small of her back. It's also quite curly. It twists and spins into ringlets that cascade in a waterfall of black curls over her shoulders and down her back. And Charlie hates it. She'd much prefer straight hair, because curly hair is frizzy. Charlie's bangs are jagged and swoop across her forehead, but she often has them pinned back because she sees them as a hassle. Charlie's preferred hairstyle is a big, thick, messy bun near the crown on her head. She often wears a rolled up bandana like a hairband to keep flyaway strands out of her eyes. She has bandanas in almost every color and pattern. They're like a collection to her, or maybe an obsession. She ties them by the top, so she says it's also similar to a bow. But it seems she's the only person to see the resemblance in that.
    Almost all of Charlie's clothes are covered in something. Mostly paint or dirt stain her wardrobe, though she doesn't really dress to impress. She usually wears tank tops or baggy t-shirt with a pair of jeans and her old, worn out, horribly torn and worn down to the nub gray sneakers. She prefers dark colors with splashes of neon and bright pinks, greens, blue, purples, oranges, reds, and yellows. She's often like a walking rainbow. She says it's for her mother, but the truth is, Charlie just likes bright colors.

    Personality:

    "I'm sarcastic. Yeah...that's a pretty good description I think. I'm sarcastic and artsy-fartsy. And a little strange, but the best people are. I really love art. It's my favorite hobby! Actually, it's more than a hobby. It's what I love to do. I love to paint and draw and sculpt...it's what I could do for the rest of my life if I was allowed. I could stay up for hours on end painting something. My favorite medium is oils, but I love watercolors and acrylics too. I'm a very messy painter, which you can see by my clothing. I don't try to keep myself clean when I'm drawing or painting, because even if I tried, I would fail. Oh right, personality. I don't know... Just talk to me and find out or something! Gosh.."

    Charlie is sarcastic and blunt, she's talkative and loud, and rude and angry. But she's also a dreamer. She's a free spirit and artistic. All in all, she contradicts her own personality a lot. When she's angry or tired her sarcasm and rudeness are very strong in her speech. But when she's happy or excited, she plans things and laughs and dreams of wild and crazy things. But overall, despite all of her flaws, Charlie is a good person.
    Charlie is, in one simple word, sarcastic. She has a dry, witty sense of humor that seeps into almost every conversation. Her sarcasm is also very blunt and is most prevalent when she's mad. If she's yelling at someone, her to-the-point sarcasm easily slips out. Along with this sarcasm also comes a bit of a potty mouth, though she tries her best to substitute those words for something more appropriate. Charlie loves to make people laugh with her natural sense of humor. Though she has never considered herself a clown, since she doesn't do silly things, she still likes the feeling she gets when she makes someone laugh. It makes her day just a little bit better.
    Charlie is a free spirit, much like her father was before the incident. She doesn't really want to tie herself down to one place or to one job, unless it's something to do with art. That's why she never had a problem joining the Hunters. A lot of the girls' only issue with the Hunters is the fact that you have to swear off of men. Well Charlie has never dreamed about fairytales and happy endings. She's very cynical in that topic. "The truth is, no one really falls in love forever. You could be the happiest couple when you get married, but as you grow older you grow tired of each other. Friends grow apart like that all the time and it's completely normal. But when married people do it, it's called divorce. There's no difference, one just costs more money. Be with someone for as long as you're happy, don't waste your money on a wedding only to have a divorce later, and don't kid yourself by saying that you're going to be together until you die. Because even if you last that long, by the end, you'll be sick of each other." With such a strong opinion on the subject, as well as Charlie's stubborn, hard-headed personality, she has never dreamt about staying in one place. In fact, her dream is to see as many places as possible. That and the fact that you never have to deal with relationships and not be looked at like a crazy cat lady is what makes Charlie perfect for the Hunters of Artemis. She gets to see all of these wonderful places, travel around with people she cares about, and just be herself.
    Charlie is a very talkative, yappy person. She can ramble on and on about any kind of subject. She's also able to hold conversations with people very easily, even those who she doesn't know. Charlie has always had this gift of being a social butterfly. Although she doesn't like it, she has no trouble keeping a conversation light and interesting for everyone. She hardly ever lets on that she has this ability. The only time she really uses it is when there's someone who is alone or out of the crowd. She'll go over and simply talk to them. Just talk, and it seems to make them feel better. Charlie is a talker. but this talkative trait can backfire on her a lot. Charlie is able to ramble on when she's happy, or angry. She'll go off ranting on some subject and the angrier she gets,t he faster she talks and the more she says. People have a hard time keeping up with her when she does this. Someone physically has to snap her out of it, calm her down, and bring her back to reality. Otherwise, the more and more she rants,t he angrier and more frustrated she'll become.
    Charlie is a very creative and artistic person. She loves pretty much everything art related. She loves to draw with pencils, charcoals and pastels. She likes to paint with watercolors, oils and acrylics. She loves to sculpt things and always has a little thing of play-doh with her to sculpt when she's bored. Charlie always has to be doing something with her hands. She has a hard time sitting still, so when she's sitting there playing with play-doh, drawing on her free arm, or twiddling her fingers, that's as still as she's going to sit. Charlie's style of artwork is very surreal. They are like scenes from dreams that she can't remember, or at least that's what she says.
    Charlie has a bit of a temper, especially when people don't snap her out of her whirlwind of rage. As Charlie starts to rant about something that makes her angry or a subject she feels strongly about, she grows more and more agitated. If someone doesn't snap her out of it, her serious anger issues that she has kept down for the past few years will resurface and she'll snap. However, Charlie has gotten better at calming herself down. She tried to control her temper, but, as she says, "If people weren't so stupid, I wouldn't have this issue,"
    Charlie is a very "dreamy" person. Not the physical way, but the actual dreaming way. She loves to think of all kinds of adventures she could have and plan out extravagant events and trips, though they hardly ever get put into action. People sometimes tell her that she has her head in the clouds. But she simply retorts with: "That's better than having your head down a hole,"
    Charlie can be a bit cynical and negative, but only on certain subjects. But these subjects that she has a negative outlook on are ones that people often save hope for. Topics like marriage, love, and family. Those subjects are not good ones to bring up to her if you're depressed about them, because she'll only make your view on those subjects worse. Charlie always says that she's realistic, not cynical. She claims that she sees the world for how it really is, depressing. And the other people that have yet to except that about humanity are all fools setting themselves up for disappointment. This brings us to our next trait, bluntness. Charlie is a very blunt person. She hardly ever sugar coats anything for anyone. She tells them exactly how it is, no matter what might happen. This is helpful in some ways, but often gets her into trouble. It's especially problematic when her bluntness is taken as being rude, which happens a lot.

    Likes/Dislikes:

    "I like art! And I like dreaming and painting! I like being a huntress.. Uhh...I don't like people. They're stupid. Well, I guess you can just look at the list down there, huh? So then stop asking me and just do that!"

    Likes;
    • Painting
    • Being a Huntress
    • Vanilla ice cream
    Dislikes;
    • Chrissy
    • People
    • Cats

    Talents:

    "I have a lot of light and light spectrum based abilities. Since my mother is the goddess of, not only in divine messengering, but also rainbows, I have powers in manipulating both light and mist. It's kind of difficult to explain, though... They're not particularly powerful abilities, but they have their perks I guess."

    • Light spectrum manipulation: This is one of her weaker abilities, as well as one of her hardest to control. Since rainbows are just the light reflecting off of water in the sky, Charlie is able to manipulate this light to do her will. Though she's a draw back to it. She can't use actual light. She has to physically create a rainbow and then draw her ability and power from that source. But creating a rainbow is easy for her. All she has to do is toss up some water.
    • Mist control: "Mist" is the best kind of water vapor to create a rainbow. After much practice, Charlie has learned how to control this mist and even create it from water around her to create rainbows. And from those rainbows, she can draw power and a "beam" of sorts that she can use as a weapon.
    • Instant messaging: Since she is the daughter of the goddess who people give offerings to for divine messages, Charlie is actually able to create her own messaging system. Though it's much weaker than her mothers and can only reach people within about a 100 mile radius of her. She's also only able to hear them, not see them. But it's better than a telephone, since that allows monsters to learn her location. All of these abilities tend to wear her out quickly, though. So she really only keeps them for a last resort.

    Weapons:

    "My weapon of choice is, like my other Hunters, a bow and arrow. This bow and arrow I created especially for myself. It's made of wood and painted white. I carved some cool designs into the side, balanced and strung it myself, with some help from the Warriors group, and painted it. I also created my arrows. They're special arrows made just for me. I made my bow my first year in the Hunters of Artemis and it has been my faithful weapon of choice ever since. "

    Charlie's bow is named φάσμα (Spectrum). It is carved in an arch and made out of dark wood. It is painted white with swirls of colors traveling up the sides. There is a pattern that is similar to Charlie's tattoo engraved on the grip area of the bow. The arrows are also quite special. The shafts are made of the same wood and decorated the same as the bow, it's the tips that are unique. They are made of celestial bronze and infused with power drawn from the rainbows that Charlie is able to create. While people don't believe that rainbows have power, they are quite wrong. Rainbows are the result of two elements meeting, water and light. When that is tapped into, when the true power is extracted, it's quite strong. It acts as an extra oomph, an extra punch to the arrows and helps them fly further and dig deeper into their target when they hit.


    Other: Color is MediumSeaGreen. Charlie is a Hunter of Artemis, therefore, she is not open for dibbing. Adopted from Angel (: Charlie is the Gatherer Group Leader

    Charlie's Wardrobe
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SHAYENNE CAULFIELD

identity?
unclaimed daughter of Athena
age?
seventeen
born on?
17th of September
at her best?
strong, talented, protective
at her worst?
complex, alone, trustless
ALL THE SMALL THINGS...
    Full Name: Shayenne Josie Caulfield
    Name Meaning: Speak Incoherently
    Nicknames: Shay
    Age: 17 years young.
    Birthday: September 17th
    Gender: Female
    Godly Parent: Athena, Goddess of Wisdom and Battle Strategy
    Claimed: Nope
    Years In Camp: Seven Months


THE INSIDE STORY...
    Mortal Family:

    Shay grew up surrounded by family. she has a very large family of seven. she grew up in the suburbs, with her father, Joel. she grew up with all boys. her brothers had a major effect on her personality. her father never remarried, so she grew up with no mother figure. when shay was twelve, her family moved out onto the farm. her youngest brother, Elijah, died just after moving. he was four. he wandered into the barn, to the wood chipper...and you get the rest. shay has nightmares about it still. shay had to work on the farm to pay for her own clothes and other needs. like books. her father shipped her off on her horse when she turned sixteen.

    Brief History:
    shay had an eventful childhood. filled with obstacles left and right, she had no time to think. and now, at her older teen years, finally escaping her haunted past, it all comes crashing down on her.

    when shay was three, her mother supposedly "died". she was too young to remember the face or even a slight sense of what her mother was like. thus, it did not effect her. her father brought it up so often, she gained a hell of a picture of her mother. when shay decided to start acting like she knew what he was talking about, joel gave her a picture of him and athena on their first date. shay still keeps it in a frame on her nightstand.

    when shay was six, her younger brother, jeremiah was born. then abe, a year later. her dad seriously needed a hobby. and the grossest thing, he never even spent more than a night with these women. he would give them his number and address and tell them "if you get pregnant, call and tell me. then once they're born, bring them over." it was horrible. shay was constantly burdened with babysitting her younger brothers. her father worked all day, from four am until nine pm. so, he had no time for any of his children.

    when shay was nine, her older brother, marcus taught her how to skateboard. she started to get really into it. she went into competitions until they moved to the middle of nowhere. living in the cities suburbs had brought such joy to shay, that she hadn't even realized. she has a skate park right now the road from her house in the suburbs. her friends lived either on her street or a street away in the suburbs. shay loved the farm though. her father knocked down the barns and stylo to make a basketball court and a few ramps and rails. shay started to like him a bit more after that.

    when shay was twelve, she moved out onto a farm. she lived in oklahoma so there was lots of fields and farming area. she grew to love the farm until her brother died. shay had heard his rigid screams from the chicken pen. she'd ran but, she was too late. shay ran into the barn only to vomit, gasp and sob. there was her brother--or some of her brother--in the wood chipper. she hadn't even realized he'd left the pool. and now he was dead. and scattered throughout the wood chipper and the hay on the barn floor. and her father, being the sadist he is, shrugged it off and told the kids to clean it up. shay refused. her father tied her hands, stuff socks in her mouth with duck tape wound around her jaw to make sure they didn't fall out and then he raped her.

    the sexual abuse kept up. when shay was fifteen, she started to go see the school's therapist about it. she just told the therapist she was being abused. the teachers at her school were assholes. they did nothing. absolutely nothing. it kind of reminded her of reading the chrysalids in grade nine. how, when david strorm was whipped for being odd. shay was being whipped for standing out. a couple month later, her older brother, cai and her uncle eugene joined in on the abuse.

    shay was sixteen when she decided it was time. it was time to act. shay sneaked out of her room one night, around four am. she stealthily waddled across floors and down flights of stairs. shay slipped her hand to the knob of her fathers door, slid it open with the quickest movement and tip toed in. she knew where the key to the gun cabinet was. she grabbed the key, on the piece of white, or what was now blood stained red, piece of yarn. shay slowly crept out and across the basement. finally, after a minute or two, she opened the gun cabinet, grabbed a pistol, clipped on the silencer and loaded it. she'd never known that it would come to this. she was so scared though. shay walked into her father room, lined the tiny scope at her father's forehead and pulled the trigger. a small click when off. she pointed the gun, again at her father's heart this time, and shot again. the same click echoed. now shay tip toed upstairs, to cai's room. she did the same to him. then grabbed the backpack full of clothes she'd packed, slipped it over her shoulder's and left on her brother's motorcycle.

    upon arriving at camp, shay had little to no knowledge of the gods or heroes of olympus and greece. she hadn't even known she would be going to camp. she just followed the map to her so-called cousin martha's house. which happened to turn out to be the centaur himself, chiron. apparently, chiron was martha to joel caulfield. which made absolutely no sense. at all. shay trained for a while after that. she still hasn't settled down. she has nightmares about her father and brother, coming back to kill her. and often, there's a familiar song playing in the background, which make shay scream everytime she hear's it. iris by the goo goo dolls is often playing in her dreams. her father use to play the song when he abused her. shay has nightmares often, and visions of her father, or brother. her doctor's think she's coming down with a case of panophobia, a fear of everything.

    Weeks after arriving, Shay met a Hephie boy named Shane. Shane was the first camper to speak to Shay. She felt some sense of relief, telling Shane about her past and all the terrible things. Shay likes Shane, a lot. She doesn't want to, considering she's only know him for a couple weeks but she does. Shane disappeared for two months. He didn't talk to her at all. Shay felt like a little part of her was missing. She felt hollow. Shay went into a depression. She spoke with no one for months. Shay was at the midnight bonfire a couple days ago, just thinking and staring into the fire. She got angry with herself and threw her chair, running into the forest and climbing up onto a tree. Shane showed up moments later. He came with trail mix. Trail Mix. Shay hugged him and cried, flooding the poor boy with questions.

    Physical Appearance:
    shay's past has had a large effect on her appearance. she wears darker clothes, has piercings and tends to...stand out.
    her hair is dark brown, almost the color of dirt. she never straightens it, always leaving it wavy. it gets knotted easily. this annoys her to the extent that she carries a portable flip-brush in her adidas jawstring bag. she almost always wears a beanie. it's kind of her signature. it doesn't matter what colour. but, always a beanie. no matter the weather. shay's hair rests right below her shoulder's, grazing her shoulder blades.

    shay's eyes are a peculiar colour. it's like mixing electric blue with brown. the majority of her eye is brown, with the occasional green and bright blue shards. shay's iris is bigger than average, although her pupil is smaller. she has long, black eyelashes. she wears liquid eyeliner and mascara everyday but, its barely visible. sort of a natural, matt look.

    shay has a thin but, oddly proportioned body. her stomach is almost flat, with just a small amount as fat. though it's barely noticeable. her legs are long. her skin is olive, her face is covered in light brown freckles. she stands at height of "5'7'. which is weird because her family is known for being short. shay weighs 118 lbs. her facial features are of average size. her bottom lip is fuller, much fuller than the top. her top lip is very thin.

    Personality:
    Shay is a complex, dark girl.
    shay's past has had a big effect on her personality. she's very protective. she keeps a lot of her emotions inside, so her face barely ever shows expression and her voice is almost mono-toned. she's not all tight strung though.

    shay is very capable. meaning, she prefere's to do things things on her own. her father was very sexist and now, she finally has the rights of a modern day woman instead of a woman in the 1800's. shay now does everything the boys do. a friend from the hermes cabin taught her how to skateboard, play hockey and video games. stuff she wasn't allowed to do back at the place she called "home". shay finally feels free.

    shay has trouble trusting people. she keeps to herself most of the time. she has a very small, exclusive group of friends. shay is totally and utterly rude to other girls. so, shay sticks to hanging out with boys. she fits in better with them. she's very confident. shay thinks she can do anything. the sky's the limit right? completely wrong. even with her past failure's, she thinks she can do anything.
    shay, after coming to camp, was still in a daze. she'd never killed anyone before. she'd didn't regret it though. for a couple weeks, she would have to sit down during training, because she'd have these visions, of one of the campers as her father. she would actually try to kill the camper. shay'd been put on pills after a week of this. she still has the visions, and they're getting worse.

    Fatal Flaw:
    shay has two possibly fatal flaws. she doesn't enjoy talking about them either. firstly, shay's over-confidence. she literally thinks she can do anything. anything. secondly, her visions. she could have one during battle. some of them are bad enough that she'd stab herself. she's done it before

    Pets:
    None

    Talents:
    shay is very good at skateboarding. she just learned a couple months ago but, she's been getting pretty good lately. she's not the best in combat though, she's not bad either. her running is a different story though. she's learned so many techniques and stunts over the past few months. her hunting skills are phenomenal. she is as quiet as a mouse when sneaking up on someone or something.

    Weapons:
    None

    Other: Color is CadetBlue.

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LEENA HALE

identity?
unclaimed daughter of Chronos
age?
sixteen
born on?
24th of August
at her best?
peppy, optimistic, artistic
at her worst?
stubborn, hyper, selfless
ALL THE SMALL THINGS...
    Full Name: Leena Alice Hale.
    Name Meaning:
    Leena - Light, Free Man, Palm Tree
    Alice - Noble Kind, Of The Noble Sort
    Hale - Nook, Hollow
    Nicknames: Lee. Na.
    Age: 16 years old.
    Birthday: 24th of August
    Gender: Female
    Godly Parent: Chronos, Personification/God of Time. Not To Be Confused With Kronos, Titan Of Time
    Claimed: Nope
    Years In Camp: Since she was about 14 and a half?


THE INSIDE STORY...
    Mortal Family:

    • Mary-Alice Hale (Mother - Presumed Dead): Mary-Alice was born into a hard life. An alcoholic father, a mother who only wanted the best for her eldest daughter and her youngest, Angelica. Her father was abusive, and many a night the two girls would sleep in the same bed, scared of the shouts that came from downstairs. However, despite that, the family wasn't poor, instead happily in the middle of poor and rich. It was when Mary-Alice turned 17 that the horrible news reached them; Kierston Hale, Mother of two beautiful little girls, and Wife of Roger Hale, had been killed in a fatal accident. A robbery gone wrong. A few months later Roger remarried. His new wife was named Bethany Jill Call, and she was less than half his age. Only a few months later, Mary-Alice ran away from her home, taking her own savings of money, and her sisters. For a long while she didn't know where to go, but settled in Miami, renting a small apartment in the center of town. Mary-Alice started a teaching course, and four years later she was teaching in a school for children, and loving it. Fashioning the name "Mary-Alice Richards", everything about her life was pretty perfect for a runaway who hated her family. Then, she met Chronos for the first time. A few weeks of dating, and he left her. A few weeks more, and it was obvious to Mary-Alice she was pregnant.

    • Damon Hale (Brother): Damon Hale was the first child of Mary-Alice "Richards" and Chronos. As a child, people described him as "Handsome" and "Dangerous Looking". Two descriptions that didn't seem right with each other. The one thing everyone who met him could agree on was that a few minutes alone with Damon was incredibly unsettling, and left you with the unique feeling that you had let him know your darkest secrets without even speaking. Later on, he would be described as the Yin to Leena's Yang, the opposite to her in every way. They did however balance each other out perfectly when they were with each other, and Damon often left Leena to speak for him, and he would look out for her in return.

    Brief History:

    'Before I can explain the history of Leena Hale, I need to explain how Mary-Alice and Chronos came to meet. Due to there being no record of Leena or Damon, her brother, it is hard to find any piece of evidence supporting their history, and not only hard, but impossible to find living proof that they ever existed. I'm acting as their spokesperson, as I am one of the only ones left who knows everything... from bad, to good, to worse.'


    Mary-Alice had never been as ambitious as her sister, Angelica. When she ran away, she fulfilled her dream of becoming a teacher to children. Her name had been replaced by a more ordinary one, "Mary-Alice Richards", and she had cut any ties she had left with her family.
    It was on a snowy December day that Mary-Alice met Chronos. Due to the snow falling so hard, the school she was working in was closed, and so she had taken advantage of her day off to buy the essentials she would need before the roads were closed. In Walmart, she bumped into a man. A man who she found alluring, so very handsome. He must have seen something in her too. They went for coffee, laughing and joking. Mary-Alice was dumbfounded that he was even speaking to her, never having had much self-esteem. She didn't believe she was pretty enough, but he saw a beautiful black haired girl, so small and delicate that she looked like she would break in a second. The two dated for a few weeks, and Mary-Alice felt like a little girl when he would meet her after school. It was a mushy kind of romance, him walking her home each night, giving her flowers, bringing her presents and bringing her into posh restaurants.
    But he soon realized that his love was pregnant, and knew he couldn't stay. Vowing to her that one day she'd meet him again, he left, and she was none the wiser for quite a few weeks.
    Then, she knew. She knew that she was carrying her loves baby, and that now she was all alone. However, Mary-Alice didn't feel sorry for herself. She kept working, left her small apartment and moving into a larger one, buying the things a baby would need. She was determined that her baby would live in a happy home, one where parents didn't shout and scream at each other. Where the father figure didn't beat the mother. Where the mother didn't die an untimely death, the father remarried, and the child ran away.
    When Damon was born, Mary-Alice thought her heart would explode. She'd never known such love, the love she felt for her baby boy.
    She raised him in a happy home for three short years, and he grew into a beautiful toddler who seemed a little too broody. She didn't notice though, preferring to believe he was just a quiet child.
    Chronos seemed to keep an eye on his child, because for the early years of Damon's life no monsters attacked. Nothing bad went wrong that would mean Mary-Alice would be thrown into a world she didn't understand.
    Three years passed though, and Chronos found that he missed the black haired lady he'd once loved. Taking a different appearance, he met her in the Walmart yet again, finding her little boy and bringing him back to her. She'd been in tears, thinking he'd gotten lost. And then this man, who seemed so familiar but she was sure she had never seen before appeared, and was towing little Damon beside him. More coffee, more restaurants, more presents and flowers.
    Chronos stayed for a year this time, helping Mary-Alice raise Damon, and protecting the two for a while.
    And then, one day, he was simply gone. No note, no explanation, he just disappeared. And Mary-Alice found she was having another baby.
    When she gave birth to her little girl, Mary-Alice was worried. She knew something was different about them. She felt that she wasn't going to be able to care for two children all alone.
    But she tried. At least she tried.
    A year passed, and Damon seemed to connect more with little Leena than he had with his mother in four years. Leena's mother found it odd that her baby boy loved his baby sister so much, and that he willingly gave over toys and time to her. From what she had known of children, little boy's found it hardest to share with younger siblings, but here Damon was, a protective little man.
    It was a year and four months after Leena's birth that Damon was attacked by a "Large Black Dog". He ended up in a mortal hospital, with claw marks along his back and left side.
    This left Damon with mental scars, not just physical. He seemed to become even more reclusive, and now he was even quieter around his mother. Leena was now the only one who he would speak to, even if she couldn't speak back.
    Faster than the speed of light, six years passed. Leena grew into a mini version of her mother, and became so bubbly and kind. She was the complete opposite of Damon, the light to his dark, the soprano to his alto. She was a talented dancer and singer, and while Damon might have acted annoyed, she was the reason he hadn't gone crazy. His little sister. Seven years old, four years younger than him.
    But tragedy was just around the corner.
    Damon was trusted by Mary-Alice to care for Leena while she was shopping, or while she was out. On a warm summers day, she left her two children in the apartment. Leena seemed calm, drawing on a small sketchpad. Damon seemed the same as always, broody, in the corner fiddling with some bits and bobs, trying to create something. The two were normal when Mary-Alice left to go across the city for a job interview in a different school.
    Three hours or so later, Leena ran in from the sitting room to pull at Damon's arm urgently, tears in her eyes. He was impatient that day, and pulled himself from her grasp. She didn't give up, pulling at him, not speaking, just crying. Damon pushed her away, and Leena tumbled before standing up again.
    "Mommy!' she had shouted at him, finding her voice.
    Damon asked Leena what she meant, and Leena tried to explain that she had seen their mother, walking down an ally. And then, there was nothing. Just a black space for a split second, and she was back. He laughed, and told her she was imagining things.
    The next day, the police knocked on the door, looking for the two children of Mary-Alice Richards. They had been informed by a youth that at two that morning, Mary-Alice had been dragged away by masked persons, and thrown in a vehicle. The youth recognized the lady he knew as Miss.Richards, as she had been his favorite teacher in school, before he dropped out. He'd remembered her little boy, Damon, and her little girl Leena, as he'd been reporting the incident. He knew them from one day when he was in class, and Mary-Alice had brought her children in to a meeting she had been having with the principal.
    The police took the two children from the house, promising the eldest that they were doing all they could to track down their mother. Putting them both in a care home, they assured Damon it was only so they could be cared for until such a time as Mary-Alice was found.
    Leena was frightened, and was confused by the men who had come to the door. She was only seven years old.
    And Damon didn't trust the police, or the people in the home. He packed the bags they had brought that very night, and took little Leena with him as he ran away.
    The children went unnoticed in such a large city. They knew everywhere in Miami, and stayed with one of their mothers friends for a few days before running again, taking some of her money. They caught a bus from there, which brought the children to a small town.
    For a while, as in, two years, they traveled, becoming two more homeless children on the streets of America. They walked, they ran, they got lifts and they paid for bus journeys. They survived barely on the scraps from bins, and sometime in their first year lost their belongings. The only things they had left was a locket that Leena had been given for her birthday, with a picture of her and her mother and brother, and a knife Damon had found which he used to whittle pieces of wood when he was bored.
    One thing that never changed was the love Damon showed for his sister only, a loyalty that was unrivaled. No matter what, he was there to protect Leena from the world and the horrors in it.
    But two demigods travelling in America is a death wish. Two years after they ran, Leena and Damon were attacked by their first monster. It looked like a classic vampire, only it had flaming hair and two different legs. The thing, which called itself Carrie, was unskilled to the point that Damon was able to hurt her enough to get away with Leena.
    After that, monsters were a regular occurance. But the fact they found two weapons, a bow and arrows and a proper sword, made out of a strange, slightly glowing metal, made everything easier. Chronos hadn't forgotten his two children. Saddened by the loss of Mary-Alice, he knew he couldn't interfere directly in their lives, because they were one day going to become Heroes. However, he did leave them the weapons, in the hope that when they were ready to use them, they would.
    Leena was a natural with the bow and arrow. She had a talent for that, and she once told Damon that the loss of her dancing and singing classes, and talent, was made up for by the talent she developed for the bow. Damon was a pure swordsman, and he felt that he had at last found his true talent.
    They traveled. And now that they had a slight knowledge of what they were, monsters appeared. Leena was able to shoot them from a distance. Damon was able to attack up close.
    Leena also began to have very strong feelings of what was going to happen. She would tell Damon they needed to find cover, and he wouldn't believe her. When it began to rain, he wondered how she'd known. Her Godly Talent was starting to develop at the best of times, and soon when Leena told him not to do something, or that she had a feeling about something, Damon would listen.
    But soon, everything changed.
    It was five years after the loss of Mary-Alice, their mother. The two children had lived for so long in harmony, not happy with the streets, but able to handle the challenges faced.
    Damon had changed. It had started when their mother was taken. He'd become quieter, less talkative, even to Leena. He'd also began to wonder about his father, and about why he had never came to help. The fact that he knew something wasn't right with himself and Leena made it harder to act normal. He was also jealous. Jealous of his sisters talent, the feelings she would get. He wondered why he hadn't developed something like that, and even though he loved her more than anything, Damon started to hate her at the same time.
    Leena was asleep when Damon met the boy that changed his life forever.
    The boy's name was Carlos. He was an early follower of Kronos, who had been tempted by power and riches. Feeling that something wasn't right with Damon, he brought him to his own leader, who's name was Matthew. Matthew was waiting for Carlos, and was surprised by the sixteen year old boy he brought.
    Damon was told everything when a satyr travelling with the followers of Kronos told Matthew he smelt like demigod. And he was tempted, tempted by the power.
    Meanwhile Leena had woken up alone. For two days she hung sadly around the town, wondering why she hadn't felt something was off. When Damon reappeared, he acted like the old him, the one who had played with her. She didn't feel anything was off, and they continued on from that town.
    But something fundamental had shifted. Damon wasn't right anymore. He kept in contact with Matthew and Carlos, although he told them nothing about his sister.
    Until they came.
    The band of followers began to think about recruiting demigods. And Damon was the first boy on their list.
    Leena and Damon were near New York. Not in the city, but near. Damon was still acting perfectly normal, and another year had passed from the day he had met the followers of Kronos.
    Matthew made contact. Surprised by the little thirteen year old with Damon, he explained that they were recruiting, and if he wanted, he could join. Matthew didn't realize until the satyr told him that Leena was a demigod too, and that she had a much more potent scent.
    Damon joined. It wasn't a surprising move, because after the loss of his mother he had been changed forever, and the power that came with being in this group was more tempting to the changed Damon than it would have been to the old him. Matthew and Carlos were worried though, about the petite little girl who stuck close to her brother. They knew she had a stronger smell, which indicated a stronger demigod. And so, they talked with Damon.
    This talk ended up with Leena bound and gagged, and her brother laughing with the boys who had done it.
    It took a year however for these boys to corrupt Damon totally. He came so close to fighting them, and it pained Leena to know he was choosing power over her. Leena felt betrayed, and why shouldn't she have? She found herself hating the only person she had left in the world, and refused to speak, even when he tried to start a conversation.
    By the time she was fourteen, they had corrupted her loving brother completely, into a cold, hard killer, who was prepared to destroy any obstacle which stood in his way.
    One of the obstacles? Was Leena, his baby sister.
    Standing over her, Damon had been prepared to kill her. He was no longer her brother, but an awful, twisted version of him, with only one resemblance, his looks.
    Telling her it would be all right. Telling her that she was too naive for the world, and that she would e with their mother soon. He raised the sword which he still owned to deliver the death blow. The sword swung down and-

    The sunlight above Leena was so sudden she blinked and let her eyes adjust. After a few moments, she had sat up, looking around. It was a park. With trees. And flowers. And her.
    Leena was dressed in a very simple white dress. Her shoes were in pumps, and she was alone.
    Apart from the small piece of paper on her lap, which when opened revealed elegant handwriting.

    "Leena Alice Hale,
    Unclaimed.
    Camp Half-Blood, Long Island Sound, America.
    Age: 14
    Birthday: 15th of April
    Missing: Seven Years."

    That had been the moment when the vision had pushed into her head, and she gasped in shock. It was so vivid... a U of Cabins... a beach... a farmhouse.... a hill with a beautiful pine tree swaying on top... and kids, all doing various activities. Sword fighting, archery, singing, dancing, laughing...
    When she emerged, Leena knew. She knew that she was this Leena Alice Hale. She knew that she was 14 years old, and that her DOB was the 15th of April. She also knew that the place she had seen was the place where she belonged, and for some reason she wasn't there.
    The other thing she knew was that apart from what was written on the piece of paper, she had no memory of anything else.
    Knowing she was supposed to go to this Camp, she started the journey. It was hard. She didn't know anything about herself, her family, anything. But she held onto the vision of Camp, and she survived to the pine tree swaying in the wind, on top of the hill.
    And since?
    Leena arrived at Camp battered and bruised, but alive. She watched the orientation, and Chiron himself explained the key points of what she was. The only thing that remained in question was why she had no memory of her life. She showed the piece of paper to him, but he had never heard of Leena Alice Hale, Unclaimed, Missing for Seven Years. She didn't exist.

    What happened when Damon raised his sword you ask?
    Damon had been corrupted by evil, by Kronos. He had been changed, and there was nothing left inside of him that would bring him back. He had been wholly prepared to murder Leena, as long as it meant he would receive the power he had been promised. The deal Carlos and Matthew had told him was if he killed the more powerful child, he would receive the power which had been his birthright. Leena herself had become cold and hateful, and had she been given the chance she would have killed him to get away. She was disgusted, and was prepared to do anything.
    But Chronos couldn't stand for that. He couldn't allow his loved son to murder his loved daughter. His two children fighting against each other, hating each other? It was something he didn't want to happen.
    As Damon raised that sword, Chronos took them away, separated them. He wiped their memories, taking every memory of life before they awoke, and leaving them each a small note. Damon's was almost the exact same as Leena's, only it said

    "Damon Alexander Hale,
    Unclaimed,
    Birthplace: Miami
    Age: 18
    Birthday: 4th of August
    Missing: Seven years."

    Separated, Chronos hoped that the loss of their memories would prevent them from finding each other once more, even though he knew they would always feel alone because of it. He didn't give Damon the address of CHB, feeling that he was an adult, and if he gave him a proper start at the world, he would make the right choices.
    Damon Hale awoke in Los Angeles, and from there, he disappeared once more.
    Leena was put in NY, so she was closer to her destination.
    The memories Chronos took only related to their lives, their families and everything that pertained to them. But Leena and Damon were left with the memories of the general world, and their fighting skills.
    Happy with his efforts to save at least two of his children, Chronos has never made contact with Leena or Damon since.

    Physical Appearance:
    Leena is what some would describe as "Cute", others would describe as "Pretty", and even more would describe as "Beautiful". She has a certain allure about her, which coupled with her shining personality, makes people instantly adore her.
    Leena's hair is short to the extreme, cropped short and spiky. Its been like that for most of her life, as she's never had the interest to grow it out. Inky black, there's no halfway with her hair. No blonde streaks or brown tones. Its a pure black, that sets of the color of her skin nicely.
    Her eyes are a beautiful, deep dark brown, which are warm and always full of laughter. Her memory loss gave her back that natural bubbly side, and her eyes show that part of her personality perfectly. Leena's eyes are wide and innocent, naturally. They give her an advantage when she want's something. She has long, delicate eyelashes, usually outlined in mascara or eyeliner, and thin, sculpted brows. She chose to get her brows done because she thought it would be pretty, and its worked in some ways. The one problem is she now needs to get them done regularly, which is a real pain.
    Leena is one of the palest people you'll meet. Its her natural complexion, and no matter what she tries, she can't tan. Instead she burns. She has few blemishes on her face, but the majority of her scars are around her midriff, and back. She's got claw marks there, from an attack from a Spinx, and some from an attack from a Hellhound. She also has a scar on her wrist, which people have asked her about. Its from before she lost her memories, and so she doesn't know how she got it, but its the same with all her scars. This particular one was got when she tumbled, and fell down a small hill onto the sharp rocks below. As she fell, she tried to grab at some roots or anything that could have kept her up, scraping along her wrist. Damon had been able to bring her back up the hill and care for the cut.
    Leena likes to wear makeup, but she doesn't overdo it like some. Her face is small and delicate, with full pink lips and her sparkling eyes. When she smiles, which is often, her whole features illuminate, giving her an inner light.
    Leena is a petite girl, standing at just about 4"10. She doesn't make a big deal about her height, but she does like to wear heels on occasion. The best thing about her height, as she has told friends, is that shes so much smaller than any boyfriend she's had, which gives her the feeling of being protected.
    Leena has a tiny waist, and coupled with her height, give people the impression that she's so much younger than 16. Everyone around her can pat her on the head and smile down at her, which doesn't really get on her nerves like it might get on someone elses. She's always been small, and its something she's grown used to.
    Lee is very lithe. She's graceful as a wild cat hunting, and she's got a unique fighting style. Her agility and speed is one thing which she prides, and she's always been very fast on her feet. You wouldn't even realize she's moved before she's gone. People immediately think she needs protection, because she's so small, but that isn't the case. She's not only stronger than she looks, but her agility is unrivaled, which put with her speed makes a strong fighter. Not that she doesn't find it funny when people try to take charge and help her. She enjoys showing them that she's not a little girl, and that her strength is there despite her physique.
    One major thing people notice about Leena when they meet her is the way she walks. She's like a prima ballerina, walking gracefully and flawlessly, and running like a gazelle. She seems to be dancing even when she's just walking across the room. Its the most unique thing about her, and everyone has noticed it. She carry's herself equally as gracefully.
    Leena's a very fashionable person, and her wardrobe is full to the brim of clothes that she's only ever worn once. She loves shopping sprees, and especially loves makeovers. Because of her... gift, Leena has earned enough money, which keeps her in shoes and dresses, jeans and tops. She loves any style of clothes, and loves the colors white, black, silver, purple and gold. No one can say she has no talents, because she can certainly give advice about what not to wear.

    Personality:
    The one thing that can be said about Leena is she is the most optimistic person you will meet.
    A real positive thinker, nothing fazes her. You can tell her that the worlds gonna end, and she'll just shrug and continue on. Some people have put it down to her talent, and that the reasons she doesn't get worried about things is because she knows whats gonna happen at that point in time. But in all honesty, with what she's been put through, being optimistic is something she deserves.
    She's incredibly bubbly, which gets on peoples nerves most of time. Her whole persona is happy and perky, a little ball of energy that spreads good will and happiness. Or that's what she tries to do. She loves everyone, and she wants to make them happy.
    Hyper, she literally bounces off the ceiling.
    Leena is really stubborn, and doesn't listen to peoples advice. She likes to make her own decisions, and she's said herself "I'll make my own wrong decisions, and that's good! Because then I'll go and learn, and no one will catch me out again!". Basically, she doesn't like people telling her when she's doing something wrong, or trying to give her advice on how to do something. She likes to do it herself, doing it her own way. Often times, it turns out better than expected, although there have been the times when she's ended up making everything worse.
    Leena is one of the kindest, selfless person you will meet. She makes sure everyone is cared for, and everyone is loved by her. A lot of people think that because she seems childlike and peppy, she lacks judgement, which is why she protects even those she doesn't know. But the truth is that its her natural personality to care for others.
    One of Leena's favorite pastimes is singing. She loves to sit in the Amphitheater, strumming on an instrument, singing to the latest song she's perfected. Right now, the song she would sing is Decode by Paramore, but only a few days ago you could hear her singing Spotlight, Mutemouth. She doesn't have a preference to type of song, and it's a shock when you hear her singing a rock song only a day after a lullaby. Her voice is like bells, and when she sings it becomes a tinkling tune.
    Leena is awfully annoying when you get her started about clothes and etc. She loves nothing more than a shopping spree, where she will relentlessly make sure you buy only the best. Her own fashion is sometimes over the top, because she likes to buy things and then show off. She'll treat you like a guinea pig if you give her the chance to dress you. She doesn't like you looking horrible after all. Lee also loves parties, and especially enjoys organizing them.
    She has hundreds of notebooks, filled with sketches of Gowns and Outfits, and plans for parties like no one will ever see again. She also enjoys to draw people and objects, places and etc, and is quite the talented drawer. However, she's mostly disappointed, thinking to herself that the picture is terrible. Its really hard to please herself.
    Leena doesn't care about being tiny, which is something some people have trouble believing. She's small and incredibly agile, but a capable fighter non-the-less. If you asked her, she'd say that being so small is what gives her the fighting skills. She can get around an opponent, and because of being quick on her feet she's gone before they can deliver a blow.
    All in all Leena is a happy-go-lucky artist, who loves everyone around her, but is a little too peppy sometimes.

    Fatal Flaw:
    Leena's fatal flaw is personal loyalty. She doesn't have a family. Which means she values her friends so much more. And the hardest thing for people to understand is that it isn't just her friends that she values and will never leave. Leena values every single person who walks into her life, from that girl sitting beside her on the bus into the City to the person who's bullying her in the Arena. She doesn't care what you've done to her. If you're in danger, she will throw herself in front of that danger to make sure it doesn't hurt you.

    Pets:
    None

    Talents:
    Leena never believed she had a talent. When she awoke, she wasn't aware of any flying ability, or the ability to talk to frogs or something. She just had that nagging feeling, which pointed her in the direction of where she needed to go. It became more potent however after a few months, her internal alarm catching up to the years she had already spent

    • Precognition: Leena has the power to see the future. They come in the form of premonitions. This mainly works through her focusing on a certain object or person, and keeping track of its decisions. She can focus on at most seven things at a time, although that doesn't mean she can't focus on more. It means she can focus on them without the danger of things slipping through the cracks. If she focuses on more, its more than likely something major will be missed. This power is working all the time, and is not able to just be switched off. This power has many drawbacks. She can only see the outcome of someone's decision when once it is made - meaning the future changes rapidly, and if the decision is not firmly rooted, she can see at the very least seven possible futures all at the one time. Her vision can become clouded if someone else gets in the way. Leena is unable to see the future of Gods, Monsters [I.E. The future of monsters.], or Immortal Beings. She can see humans because she's half-human, and she can see half-bloods because she is one. She doesn't hold her powers as being flawless, and reminds people constantly that if they try overload her, they won't get the result they want. There are often blind spots in her visions if someone is tangled in with one of the people who she cannot see. Leena is only able to see about three months, maybe a few weeks more than that, ahead when she's looking for the future of friends or etc. She can't see further than about a week for herself, and even at that has terribly foggy vision when it comes to herself.
    At times, she may have a vision pushed into her mind, such as the one she received of Camp. These are ones which she is not looking for, and often shows cloudy visions of danger or problems. These can be the hardest to decipher, because they are based on decisions, and aren't. Leena often sketches the location of these visions, because she finds it easier to have a solid piece of imagery.
    The most common thing that happens is Leena receives strong gut feelings, which happen if the question is very simple. For example, if she was in the forest and found two paths. She may find one path to have no reaction from her internal alarm, whereas the other gives her a sickly feeling. She will choose the one which has no reaction, so as to stay from the bad feeling.
    Because of her gift, Leena seems like she knows a lot more than she should. And she does. She's been bullied horribly over what she knows, because she can know all about you, even if you've never met her before. Lee's always looking into the future, and is very in tune with the decisions and happenings of her friends. The hardest thing to do when you know Leena is surprise her. She's constantly saying thanks for presents that her friends haven't even seen yet, and telling them yes to a question they haven't even answered, or just plain freaking them out. Its not like she's always in the future, but she's kind of half there when you speak to her, a little of her head here, a little there, a little over there...

    • Intuition: Leena is very intuitive, which she associates with her gift. She's very in tune with the world, and everything going on.

    • Drawing/Sketching: Leena is a talented sketcher, and she would kind of need to be with her "gift". She's always loved to draw, even before her mother was taken. She has a trunk full of sketchpads, and sketch pencils.

    • Singing & Dancing: Leena still loves to sing and to dance, even if she has no memory of the lessons she took as a child. You can often find her singing and strumming a guitar, or humming as she works in the Cabin, or dancing as she walks to the Mess Hall. Dancing is more than a talent of hers, as she seems to be dancing even when she's just walking.

    Weapons:
    Leena is a natural archer, which would be called her only true weapon based talent. She retained the skill she had perfected over the years when her memories were taken, and the added years in which she's had to practice mean she's a good aim. She owns a bow which she carved designs on herself, and various arrows which include two silver hunter arrows. Her bow is one of them retractable weapons, and is held in a very pretty choker necklace. Its easy to pull off so she can bring her bow into play, and its rare to see her without it.
    Leena also trains with a sword, which she isn't incredibly skilled with. She loves it because she can anticipate an opponents moves before they happen, but she has a slight tendency to get carried away, and become to confident. She loses the upper hand quickly, simply because of her dressy sword fighting style. She owns a plain celestial bronze sword, which she has with her wherever she goes.

    Other: Color is RosyBrown. I shall be rewriting her Personality soon, cause I'm too lazy to do it now.

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daughter of eris
age?
sixteen
born on?
31st of October
at her best?
caring, sarcastic, quiet
at her worst?
sleepy, blunt, cruel
ALL THE SMALL THINGS...
    Full Name: Rana Midnight Jackson
    Name Meaning:
    Rana - Behold, Nobility, Royal, To Gaze, Look Beautiful, Graceful
    Midnight - Midnight
    Jackson - God Has Been Gracious, Has Shown Favor
    Nicknames: Ra or Na.
    Age: 16 years young.
    Birthday: 31st of October
    Gender: Female
    Godly Parent: Eris, Goddess of Chaos, Strife, Discord, Contention and Rivalry. Opposite of Harmonia, Daughter of Nyx [Or Zeus & Hera Depending On Legends], Mother of Dysnomia.
    Claimed: Yep.
    Years In Camp: Four years, since she was 12 and a half.


THE INSIDE STORY...
    Mortal Family:

    • Bryan Jackson (Father): Bryan Jackson was one of the kindest men that you could meet. He'd had an average home life, and when he was 18, he decided to try his hand at living in Chicago, moving there and leaving his family behind. I say was, because Bryan Jackson has been dead for four years, due to... terrible circumstances.
    He loved his children more than words can say, including his rebellious Rana. Not many people would understand that love, considering how much she put him through. But if he could love Carmen: He could love his child.

    • Carmen Jackson Née Shields (Step-Mother): Carmen Jackson was born into a world divided. Her Father had cheated on her Mother, and her Mother had cheated on her Father. The two split up when she was just a baby, and she opted to stay with her Dad. He doted on her, and she loved him, but when she turned 13, the abuse started. She was sexually abused by him until she got up the nerve to run away aged 16.
    It left her with serious mental scars. She believed that everyone was there too hurt her, that everyone was going to leave her, and most of all that she was the only real person in the world.
    When she met Bryan, she was incredibly broken and isolated, and, call him sick in the head, but he loved her straight away. They dated on and off for months, unable to move past the "We're just friends" stage until she finally trusted him enough to love him back. She loved his little girl Rana, treating her like she was her daughter. In fact, she treated her better than that for a long time.
    They married, having two children: Robin and Pepper.
    But Carmen couldn't get over her mental scars so easily...

    • Robin Jackson (Half-Brother): Robin Jackson was the middle child, two years younger than Rana. Carmen was pregnant with him when the two married, and was born that Summer.
    As her brother, Rana loved him. As her best friend, she bullied him a hell of a lot. But that's what siblings are for, right? It is unknown where Robin is right now, although it is assumed he was put into foster care.

    • Pepper Jackson (Half-Sister): Pepper Jackson was the youngest child, the baby of the family. She was born when Rana was ten, and when Robin was eight. Her birth may have been the trigger for what happened to Carmen, although that has never been proven. Unlike Robin, Rana never felt the need to bully her baby sister. In fact she felt more like her mother than Carmen was acting, and cared for her even at her age. Pepper meant everything to Rana, along with her brother and father. Around her birth Ra started to suspect Carmen was doing something bad, which horribly, she was right about.

    Brief History:
    Rana Jackson was born on Halloween Night to Bryan and Eris. The two had been dating on and off for a few months, and Eris had never made a secret of what she was. Bryan thought it was amazing that they were having a child, and expected that his love was going to need to leave. So he wasn't too surprised when she left the baby at the hospital with no note goodbye, and he was left caring for the girl christened Rana. Also christened Midnight, for reasons unknown.
    For a year Bryan was cautious, never leaving his special child alone, always caring for her. He knew the stories of Heracles and Perseus. He didn't want his girl to have to go through that. But soon he started leaving her at daycares. It was in one of these daycares that he met the love of his life, Carmen Shields. She was reclusive. She was all alone. The only thing she had was the job she barely held at a daycare, where she loved to care for children. In honesty, she knew Rana a lot more than she knew Bryan at first. But soon the two started dating.
    They dated on and off for months, until she agreed to marry him. It was unknown at the time she was pregnant, and she only found out the week before her wedding, but they were madly in love, and a baby was welcome.
    Rana loved her new little brother. If you associate love with tickling his feet and blaming him for everything. But hey, at least she had a friend.
    Bryan and Carmen next took the choice to move to Miami, where they moved into a suburban house. It was a beautiful villa, with four bedrooms, two bathrooms, a sitting room and a kitchen. Halls, a large back garden, a smaller front garden, and basically everything a family could need. They had a car big enough for all of them, and everything was happy and good for eight years.
    Through eight years, Rana grew up. So did Robin. They became smart children, who liked school work and tried to obey rules. Ra had the most trouble obeying regulations and rules about how she should behave, but with help from the woman she called a mother, she was able to at least be civil.
    When Pepper was born, everything started to change. Carmen started to leave the house more and more, staying out for hours without a phone call. Bryan had work, and Rana was left caring for her brother and sister, even though she was only a child herself. Then, Carmen went missing for four days. Four very long days, where a rescue squad was searching for her. She reappeared, saying she'd been to visit her father, and after that everything just got worse for the children. Rana started to see herself as a mother figure to Pepper, Robin started to hate his mother, and Bryan just started worrying in general.
    When Rana turned eleven, she was already worrying about her mother. Her sister and brother too. She felt her father could take care of himself.
    Gradually over the course of the year Rana started to deteriorate health wise. She grew weaker and weaker, had migranes, pains in her joints, and a terrible feeling that kept showing in her dreams. Something was going to happen.
    In honesty, for Ra, the next few months were a blur to her. Her brother and sister had also got worse in health, and her father even worse than the children. Carmen was caring for them like any other mother.
    Then Carmen left again. She didn't leave a note.
    Bryan had thought this was behind her, and when she came back the two rowed the night away, screaming at each other until they sat down for dinner.
    Bryan Jackson went to bed that night, on the 31st of October, and never woke up. He died on his eldest daughter’s birthday.
    Carmen left again, leaving the children to discover their father’s body the next morning. Rana rang the hospital, but he was pronounced dead on the scene.
    The heartbroken children couldn't tell the doctors and police where they're mom had gone, and they were placed in temporary foster care. Until of course Ra fell of a swing set and was rushed to hospital with at worst a concussion. At worst?
    Traces of a poison were found in her system, enough that she was lucky to be alive. There were no injection marks on her body, and so it was assumed that she had been ingesting it for what must have been months, in tiny doses. Out of worry, the other two children, the siblings, were brought in and tested. It was a wonder Pepper hadn't been killed weeks before from the amount in her system, and Robin wasn't much better. The body of their father was tested then, as they knew what they were looking for. The tests showed Bryan had died from the same poison as they had in their system, steadily being built up in his system through oral ingestion. But the tests also showed that he had been dosed enough in one sitting that it had killed him.
    The children needed to spend weeks in hospital, they're systems being flushed out slowly, each of them getting better and better until they could leave. First Robin was well enough to leave, and Social Services took him away. Then Pepper, social services took the tiny child away to her own home. And then, finally, Rana, who'd had the most in her system.
    Only it wasn't Social Services that took her away.
    It was a Satyr who had been in the hospital at the time. His name was Albert, and he had known from moment one she'd been a Demigod. Posing as a Social Services official, he managed to get a hold of her medical files, and Gods know how, the news on the case of the poisoning, as in suspect lists and etc.
    Bringing her to Camp, he told her everything about what she was. They drove the whole way so she could throw questions at him, and he could answer. And answer he did.
    When they arrived and she stepped across the border of Camp, Rana was almost immediately claimed. Her mother must have wanted to help her for once.
    Chiron and Albert both took her into the Big House, and Albert explained that while she slept he'd rang Chiron and told him everything. And it was Ra's choice if she wanted to see the medical reports and the crime files.
    A twelve year old child has a certain need to know everything, and have knowledge about every single thing going on. Of course she chose to look at them.
    Most of it was general stuff, which she wouldn't be able to understand until years later. However, there was a suspect for the murder of Bryan Jackson and the attempted murder of Rana, Robin and Pepper Jackson. The name? Carmen Shields Jackson, who had turned up days before, admitting to the crime.
    Rana couldn't believe it.
    The one she called a Mother had tried to kill her and her siblings, and succeeded in killing her father...
    And that was the moment Rana decided she wasn't going back. She wasn't going to try contact Robin or Pepper. She wasn't going to let someone do that to her ever again, have her trust violated. That's the meaning of the tattoo on her hip. The kind, thoughtful, compassionate Rana Jackson died that moment, to be replaced by Rana Midnight Jackson, the person everyone knew but no one got. The girl on a different wavelength to everyone else.

    Four years is a really long time. Not long enough for Carmen to be convicted, and she's still undergoing mental analysis, the case suspended. Pepper is living with a family who have always tried to help her remember her real family, and surround her with items and pictures from that life. Robin is living with a family who don't try to help him remember, and has run away countless times to try get to Rana or Pepper. And Rana has been at Camp for all that time, slowly undergoing changes that have left her as different from the old her as a newly born, white, fluffy kitten would be too a fully grown, feral tiger.

    Physical Appearance:
    Rana is an ironic, dark beauty. Only a person who values darkness and shadow could truly call her beautiful, but anyone else would have to grudgingly admit that she has a allure about her, a certain something that boosts their opinion from mere cute to a much nicer pretty. It isn't her looks that does it, but the way she stands, the way she moves, and the way she can look at you.
    Ra's hair isn't what most classify as long. It falls a few inches below her shoulders when curly, longer when straight, but it doesn't fall to her waist. It’s a nice length, which she finds easiest to keep it at. She's tried short hair, she's tried super long hair, but the length it’s at now has been her usual length for a long time now. Rana doesn't wear her hair up often, preferring to keep it down, although she would make an exception when she's training. Her hair alternates from its natural dark brown streaked with light to near black, and only she knows why she tries to make her hair even darker than it is usually. more recently she's stopped dying it so much, although it’s always possible she'll turn up to a class with her hair darker. Ra's hair is in the middle of thick and thin, with layers cut into it that are usually thrown back.
    Rana's eyes are a dark, dark brown, which is closer to black than anything else. They used to be lit with a beautiful warmth and kindness, but since her problems in the past, they've become a lot colder. She always has a guarded look in them, no emotions coming through her eyes to catch her out and expose her secrets. Ra's eyes have however got these lights inside them, which have been described by people past as "crazy" lights, which flicker and flame, giving her a fire inside, a passage to her soul. Children of Hades have been described as having eyes like both a madman and a genius. Ra's eyes are the same, a genius' intellect and a madman's insanity all rolled into one. Her eyes also have an almost hypnotic effect on a person when she's speaking. Most find their own eyes drawn to hers, listening to what she says without meaning too. It’s a persuasive gaze, and one that only the strongest could ignore. Her eyes are usually heavily outlined in makeup, which some have speculated is to try divert someone's attention from those crazy lights and hypnotic glances to her face, to make people ignore her even though she doesn't want to just be "ignored".
    Rana has pale skin, which is odd in itself given the fact she's usually outside. She's never been one to tan easily, more often than not simply burning, but on occasion she can sport a tan. However, during the Winter she turns back to her pale, milky features, and it’s only during the Summer you might find her tanned. She doesn't have many major blemishes on her face and top body, other than a few pockmarks, spots, moles and scars from small scratches. On her lower body, stomach and legs, she has larger scars from larger injuries, most of which have happened in the last few years at Camp. If she points them out, you'll also notice the drip scars on her wrists, and the slightly raised marks from needles from her time in hospital. The only makeup you'll find her wearing is her usual mascara and eye shadow, occasionally her eyeliner. She doesn't wear foundation or blusher. Ra has three tattoos. One is on the back of her neck, running from about an inch and a half under her hairline to about five inches down. It says, in Chinese symbols, "Live Your Life". One of the other tattoos is on her wrist, a very simple black star, which was her first tattoo. The final one is on her hip, and is her newest. It’s from a song most know, but it’s also reminiscent of a promise she made herself a long time ago. "R.I.P. To The Girl You Used To See, Her Days Are Over." Its wrote in delicate script, pitch black. Not many people have seen this tattoo, the one hidden by her tops and pants, but it’s there, and the meaning is quite sad when thought about. Ra has always loved tattoos, and they aren't gonna be the last ones she gets.
    Rana has a delicate pixie feature face, which is largely dominated by her wide eyes and pale lips. Her nose is petite, and she's fortunate not to have broken it in the fights which she's thrown herself into. Her ears are slightly on the larger side, usually covered by her hair, and if she's noticed this flaw then she hasn't ever made anything of it. And other people of course haven't, given the fact that her "I'm gonna kill you dead" death stare isn't just an expression. It seems that her mouth has two default settings, scowl and smirk, although sometimes you'll find a smile, or something more. Most haven't seen that elusive smile, although they have seen her death stare coupled with the turn of her lips like she's smelled something disgusting. Basically everything about her contradicts everything else about her, and she seems to try to push everyone away before they've even met her.
    Rana isn't tall, instead of average height, which doesn't bother her much. She will wear high heels for an important occasion, but other than that she's happy in pumps or converse. Being smaller than most guys isn't an issue for her since she doesn't get close to guys. She's quite thin, not model thin, but pretty good for her height. She does give a feeling of being small when she's not, and being weak when she's strong. It’s a natural part of her physique.
    Her style of clothes is dark and almost dreary, blacks and greys, occasionally whites. She likes clothes that are what most would call shapeless, which is an unconscious effort to make sure boys don't bother her. She does have a certain leather jacket she was bought years ago, and has been wearing routinely since she came to Camp, which adds to her badgirl look. Couple it with the packet of cigarettes usually in her pocket and the cigarette that's usually in her hands, then you're only missing the motorbike from that image. And Rana's even saving her money to buy a motorbike for herself, so that won't be missing for long. She isn't really a jewellery wearer, although she has a small jewellery box that sits in her trunk in the Cabin that holds silver accessories from her past. There is one piece of jewellery, a small bracelet engraved with her name that was given to her by her Father that Rana hasn't worn since the day he died. She's tried to fool herself that keeping it outta sight will keep it out of mind, but that isn't always the case.
    Ra wears converse most of the time, usually in faded colours, though she does have some new pairs. People wonder where she gets the money for her fashion (And for that matter her cigarettes), and the answer they won't get is that she is receiving money weekly into her bank account from her Father's will. When she turns 18 she'll receive all the money left for her, which comes in at a pretty sizable amount. Until then its interest she is allowed receive, and that keeps her happy.

    Personality:
    Rana, in exactly one sentence, can be described as a rebellious girl who has nothing to lose.
    She's incredibly sarcastic, with an answer for everything. With a lot of people, it takes a hell of a long time to catch the words they speak as sarcasm. With Rana, it’s quite obvious from moment one she's using her natural born affinity for sacasticness. If she doesn't know you then it it’s very rare that she will give you a straight, normal answer.
    Rana is as blunt as a rusty old sword. She gets straight to her point, with no ifs, ands or buts’. She'll give you a very straight, and often a very hurtful answer too any direct question she's asked. The only times she would turn to lying or too her sarcasm is if you ask her about her past. It’s not that she hates to speak about it - It’s the fact it hurts her to think about it. About how great it was until everything collapsed. In fact, it will take a very special person to figure out the truth about her. Another thing that comes under "truth" is her incredible knowledge about the world and her place in it. She knows exactly what she is, a screwed up girl with no one left to love, and she doesn't even try to fool herself into thinking differently. If someone asks her, she'll give them the honest answer of what she is, and what she's like. She doesn't sugar coat anything about herself, which gives her an inner honesty.
    This brings us to an important part of her personality. She's not exactly "Mysterious", but though everyone has seen her, not a lot of people get her. To Camp, she's a dark haired, dark eyed beauty who keeps quiet and expects everyone else to do the same. She has no problem with anyone who stays out of her business. Rana's problem is the people who try to reach her. Those annoying bugs who think they're doing a good deed talking to her. Needless to say, the older members of Camp learned the hard way to leave her alone. Rana is the only person who knows everything about herself. Others in Camp might think they know something about her, but it’s a lot more likely she spread a rumour for her own amusement. No one knows her past story, her true personality, or her family.
    Rana has a very dark, sardonic sense of humour. While her mouth seems to be set permanently on smirk and scowl, she does have emotions. She laughs and jokes and smiles like most teenage girls. Her sense of humour might be warped, but hey! At least she seems a little normal when she does joke. Rana has plenty of smiles. Each one so obviously means something different, but there is one smile, a smile which is usually given with an apologetic look and sad, wide eyes. It isn't her "That was insanely fun and we should so do it again like right now" smile, or her "Are you serious you think that's a joke lol no" smile. It isn't even her "I'm mildly amused but seriously you're weird go away please" smile or her more widely known "I am the cat, you are the mouse, can you guess who's gonna win in this scenario?" smile. It’s a smile that plainly says to anyone that understands, "I'm the girl no one wants her daughter to hang with. This is pretty much my fate, and I'm unlucky. I might have a sad, sad life, but in honesty, you should get away before it affects you. Cause in the long run, I'll because you more pain than good. You'll understand that one day".
    She'd be described as the "Troublemaker". She's that girl that teachers made sure got extra homework because she didn't look like the good girl. Bad to the bone, she doesn't care about what people think of her, as long as she gets the last laugh. And she will get the last laugh. If there's one thing everyone understands about her is that if you annoy her, she won't forget. It might be days, weeks or months later, but no matter what, she will get you back. She's been called a bad girl by many a person, because her paybacks... well let’s just say she does not get revenge by halves.
    Rana is a rebel. People are gonna be all "Well that goes under Bad Girl etc etc etc", but she's never been put under just one heading. She doesn't follow rules, unless she's made them. If you tell her not to do something, she will undoubtedly do it. If you try reverse psychology, and tell her to do something, she'll do it for the fun of doing it. In fact, she'll do anything as long as she sees something in it for her. If she doesn't see something in it for her? She'll just ignore you and send her kill you dead death stares your way. She's a prankster who if given the chance will make you break ribs in laughter, because she might be tough but she's also funny.
    Rana is also slightly manipulative. She knows exactly what she wants. And she wants what she wants when she wants it. Confusing sentence but anyways, moving swiftly on. If she doesn't get it, you can be sure she will get it in the future. Ra knows just how to manipulate people to do what she wants, but more often than not she shuts up and doesn't acknowledge the world around her.
    Rana's broody. Quiet doesn't describe her, because she isn't "quiet". She just doesn't pay a whole lot of attention, and she doesn't speak up when others would. When she does speak up, people are often shocked, until they see that yes, she is wearing her usual scowl, and no, she isn't gonna smile nicely anytime soon. People do however listen when she speaks, not because of shock, but because her gaze is quite persuasive. It would almost be described as hypnotic. People find themselves listening to her because that's what she wants. If she makes an effort to have herself heard, it’s for something.
    Rana's also quite cranky. Her sarcasm is a whole big part of that, but she's naturally annoyed. She might ask you for a light, but once she's asked, she expects you to leave. She'll make a dismissive sound, a little dismissive hand gesture, and it’s very rare someone won't leave when she fixes her eyes on them. Of course, she gets the occasional person who wants to start a conversation. That's when she'll turn to her crankiness, telling them "I’m done with you now. Leave." Needless to say she gets even more cranky than usual when they don't leave.
    Ra hates the world. She hates people. She hates having her quiet disturbed. She hates having her sleep disturbed, which happens more often than you'd believe. The world? Ra hates the world cause of how it’s treated her. She has a secret vendetta against it, and wants to make sure it'll stay quiet in her life. People? People annoy her in general, because they're so darn bugging. They speak to you, they smile, and they disturb you. Basically Ra wants people to look and not speak, which would be amazing. Quiet? she values quiet. She likes to sit in the quiet with her cigarette, and walk in the quiet, etc. But then annoying people walk over and disturb that quiet, and she's left riled. Sleep? Rana is an incredibly lazy person. So she might walk a whole lot, she might run and fight on occasion [okay more than on occasion but still], but if she gets the chance to drape herself onto a seat or couch, she'll take it. The girl can sleep anywhere, at anytime, and sill sleep a full twelve hours at night. It's not even funny how many times people have walked into the Amphitheatre to find her lying across four benches, her arm over her eyes, a scowl on her face, and a very instant "Disturb my sleep and die." Most would call this laziness, but taking into account that she still does all those other things girls should do, like running and training, she still keeps in perfect shape. And if you disturb her when she’s trying to take a mid-afternoon nap, then may the Gods be with you.
    Rana is certainly brave, which shows in a fight, but a lot of people would call her reckless. She tends to throw herself into a situation without knowing the full story. Someone may have done her wrong and then turn out to be pretty much a friend. If she hasn't been told the last part, she'll dive for their jugular before she can be stopped. It’s a flaw that has got her into a whole lot of bad scenarios, because she doesn't listen even when she's told. If she has a bad feeling, or a certain idea about someone, then only the strongest can convince her differently. Ever after she will immediately jump to conclusions about that one person, and she will never fully trust the person.

    Fatal Flaw:
    Rana's flaws are numerous, and many are quiet obvious. Her inability to trust someone. Her instant dislike of people and the fact she pushes them away before knowing them. Her deathly fear, or more accurately, phobia of hospitals. Her crankiness. Her unspoken loyalty to those she does like, which is few.
    The flaw people would call her fatal one however her recklessness is. She has no filter in her head that lets her know "That's dangerous, if you jump into that situation you aren't gonna come out alive." She jumps in regardless of the people around her, ignoring them completely as long as she gets the fight she's looking for.

    Pets:
    Rana does have a pet, which is quite unexpected, right? She doesn't strike anyone as the type to care for and even love an animal, but that perception is wrong. She does in fact own a cat named Smudge, who is more the owner of her than she's the owner of him. Actually, Ra admits that Smudge is the powerful one in their relationship.
    Smudge found Ra when she arrived at Camp, and he was stuck in a tree. Yes, as in, he was yowling and every time someone got near he was an idiot and jumped higher up the branches of Thalia's Pine. He was and still is stupid. Rana had only been at Camp for about a week, and had been claimed from that first moment. This one kid thought he could get close to the cat and she was there watching, mostly hoping the cat would destroy his face for something he'd said to her that morning. As he got closer, Smudge jumped to try get to another branch obviously, but fell short... and fell out of the tree. Ra was right underneath him and yes, she got a face full of fur, and hissing, spitting cat. She didn't really like the cat. But the cat kind of liked her, and for days after he followed her until she finally paid it some attention. And she found that yes, she liked the cat. She named him Smudge because as she said to him "If my face hadn't been there you would have been a Smudge on the floor", but really it’s because his markings reminded her of smudge's of paint.
    Smudge is pretty much Rana in a male cat form. He's reclusive and can give death stares, and he doesn't let anyone but Rana come near him. She wouldn't call herself his pet owner cause he disappears for days on end doing whatever it is cats do in their spare time, but he always comes back and follows her around. He's even as lazy as her, and takes up three benches in the row behind her when she's sleeping in the amphitheatre. Not that he's big enough to take over three benches. He only takes up one, but others give him a berth of one on either side in case he decides to scratch at them. And he would scratch them. It isn't exaggerating the situation when I say Ra's the only one who can get close. If anyone else does, their lucky if they get away alive, what with Rana there to protect her kitty and her kitty there to protect his spot. Smudge is like Rana's early warning system when he's around, because as soon as someone gets close to her, he starts up this low growl which doesn't seem right coming out of his form at all, but still. And she'll hear this and know that someone is near, and then the sarcasm and growls mix amazingly well. If Ra ever was to date, the guy would have to survive a round with her cat before she'd so much as give him the time of day.

    Talents:
    Rana has a talent for singing, such as pop songs. She doesn't care much for the oldies, although she would admit they are pretty good. She can memorize music down to the very last note, and plays guitar in her spare time. But that's just a normal person talent. Not a "I'm a Greek Demigod with ADHD and Dyslexia" talent.

    • Telekinesis: "Ability to manipulate and control objects with the mind, often in ways not visible to the naked eye." Rana has the rare talent of Telekinesis, which she became aware of when she was annoyed in her first month at Camp. She was annoyed with everyone around her, who just kept on being nice when that wasn't what she wanted. So she was in Cabin 2 and just kicked her trunk for a while. When she was done she sat down at the end of her bed, glaring across the room at a cheerful pink lamp. And it literally flew across the room and hit the wall. Very suddenly, very loudly, and very destructively. She didn't know what the hell had happened, but the next day she tried it again. The same result with a dummy. It flew across the Arena, impaling itself on a sword. It took her a while to realize her talent, but she tried to perfect it. Every time she'd used it, her gift caused destruction, destroying a lamp, destroying a dummy. With a few months of training she was able to move things further, and without the automatic destruction. She gained the ability to hold them, keep them suspended. And she's had a whole lot more time to perfect this talent since then. She can move anything as heavy as a small car, although the bigger an object gets the harder it is to move. It doesn't mean she can't move things that are physically bigger than a car. But it would have to weigh less than it looked. Then of course her suspension has to do with weight as well, and that would also rely on the size of the object. Suspension would be on average 5 kilos and the size of a dining room table. Ra's range has never been tested before, but it would be about 22 meters from her, and even at that it’s pushing her strength. If she can get closer it will work better, etc.

    • Pyrokinisis: When Rana gets angry, small fires tend to happen. It’s not like she means to do it, but discord is all about disruption of peace, etc, and well... Rana isn't able to manipulate fire, or create it, but if she loses her temper for even a second, and it goes too far, then a small fire could start beside her. It’s never been a serious thing, and she can keep herself calm enough most of the time, but sometimes... accidents do happen.

    • Geokinisis: Not the control of earth, but the fact that like with fire, it’s a disruption of peace. She has on occasion created a mini earthquake when she lets her rage get the better of her. It only affects about three meters around her, a tremor that's created cracks in places around camp such as the woods and beside the lake.

    • Spontaneous Combustion: Not the human variety, but if she gets incredibly pissed, Rana unwillingly makes small objects explode in a fiery ball of well, fire. It’s happened maybe four times to her, and has left the items [A book, a hairclip, a mini radio, and a picture] charred and mostly ashes. It’s not like she wills them to explode, but nevertheless, they end up burned.

    • Chi: Needless to say that Chiron got a little annoyed at one point with the random acts of destruction Rana was committing. He recommended she try to focus her Chi, her life force, and gain better awareness and better reflexes, so as to stop the anger before it could get carried away. In fairness, it’s worked, and she's gained a better focus and awareness about herself. But it doesn't stop her anger taking over, unfortunately.

    • Anything That Causes A Disruption of Harmony or Peace: As in, earth tremors, fires, making something explode, destroying something, anything that might cause a major disruption in the peace of a place could happen around Rana.

    Weapons:
    Rana has very few weapon based talents other than knife fighting, unless you count her talent with a longer type of weapon, a sword. She has her own retractable knife, in the form of a ring which she wears either on her right hand or on a silver chain around her neck. Her knife is named "Rivalry" and has a carving on the blade of a golden apple, which is one of Eris' symbols. It’s the only thing she would connect to her real mother. When in ring form, it retains the carving on a smaller scale, and has Greek letters around the band which spell the name of it. Ra has a habit of losing things as small as a ring, but the good news if she does lose it, Rivalry will appear back on her finger about five minutes later.
    She also owns a standard sword which she trains with, although she doesn't use it a lot lately for reasons unknown. It’s totally normal, not retractable, and basically she stole it from the Arena, but whatever.

    Other: Color is SteelBlue. Odd how the two characters I've made so I can ruin their lives, I.E, Zee and now Rana, have had the same color for speech. Sorry for the crappy history, but compared to most of my characters it was pretty standard, so I didn't know what to say.

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VERONICA LYRIC

identity?
daughter of Apollo
age?
sixteen
born on?
27th of May
at her best?
kind, loving, compassionate
at her worst?
clumsy, quiet, indecisive
ALL THE SMALL THINGS...
    Full Name: Veronica Lyric
    Name Meaning:
    Veronica - She Who Brings Victory
    Nicknames: Ronnie
    Age: 16.
    Birthday: May 27th.
    Gender: Female
    Godly Parent: Apollo, God of the Sun, Prophecy, Healing and Music.
    Claimed: Yep
    Years In Camp: Five Years.


THE INSIDE STORY...
    Mortal Family:
    Work in Progress

    Brief History:
    Work in Progress

    Physical Appearance:
    Work in Progress

    Personality:
    Work in Progress

    Fatal Flaw:
    Work in Progress

    Pets:
    None.

    Talents:
    Work in Progress

    Weapons:
    Work in Progress.

    Other: Color is MediumPurple.

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APHRODITE DE LAMARCO

identity?
daughter of hemera
age?
sixteen
born on?
18th of June
at her best?
kind, understanding, alone
at her worst?
cruel, sarcastic, Promiscuous
ALL THE SMALL THINGS...

    Full Name: Aphrodite De LaMarco
    Name Meaning:
    Aphrodite - Risen From The Foam
    Nicknames: Aph, Blondie, Afro.
    Age: 16
    Birthday: 18th of June
    Gender: Female
    Godly Parent: Hemera, Goddess of Daylight and the Sun
    Claimed: Yep.
    Years In Camp: Idk?


THE INSIDE STORY...

    Mortal Family:

    • Warren De LaMarco (Father): Rich, spoiled, everything given to him on a silver platter... Warren was always the child who got what he wanted. Born into a Family with two other Son's, him being the youngest shaped the rest of his life. He went to Private School, he became powerful... And when he met Hemera, he saw more than someone he could love. He saw someone equally powerful, and equally rich. He just didn't want a child, and when Warren found his little girl on his doorstep a month after Hemera left, he thought about putting her up for adoption. But then he saw something else. Opportunity.

    Brief History:
    Aphrodite grew up in the suburbs of New York, in a large house that pretty much resembled a Manor. She was always odd, or at least that's what people will tell you.
    Her Father, Warren, didn't care for a baby. All he saw was another person who he could use.
    So from a very early age, Aphrodite was shaped to be the ultimate woman. She was sent to Private Schools. Each of which she eventually had to leave because of "Incidents". She was given private classes on how to act proper.
    While she wasn't very good because of her ADHD and Dyslexia, her father didn't let that be used as an excuse. If she did something wrong, she was punished, be it a grounding or having something taken from her.
    When Aphrodite turned 6, it became obvious how odd she was. When put to bed in the dark, instead of with her night light, she began to glow. Literally, she became her own light, because she was scared enough to make it happen.
    She forgot all about it afterwards, and her father hadn't seen it. But it was around this time the monsters started attacking, and tracking Aphrodite.
    Her next school had an unfortunate accident in a cooking class. Mostly because she left the gas on in a room with two Empusa in it. One small little spark and boom went the monsters that were trying to attack.
    It was also the first time her father hit her, and she became who she is now.
    And then when Aphrodite finally came into her teens, she was found by the Satyr in her new Private School. He [His name is Luke] decided then and there that the only way to bring this stuck up little brat to a new home was the suggest another "Private School".
    So another school building was burnt down by "Aphrodite", and Luke went to her father, telling him about the good private school on Long Island Sound.
    And with little more than a raised eyebrow, Aphrodite was on her way to Camp Half-Blood, where she wasn't kicked out of.

    Physical Appearance:
    With her blonde hair and her classically beautiful blue/green eyes, Aphrodite lives up to her namesake.
    Her hair is golden blonde, falling to just over her shoulders when in large curls. However, when straight, it falls about an inch longer. Her hair has some slight brown streaks, that are barely noticeable in direct sunlight. She wears it loose around her face most of the time, but when in a fight, it does tend to be tied up.
    Aphrodite's eyes are a pretty blue, but in direct sunshine, they seem to look a clear green. She outlines them a lot with black eyeliner, but recently only on special occasions.
    She's tanned from her days spent in the American Sun, and has small muscles from training. She doesn't freckle easily. Aphrodite does have a small birthmark on the small of her back, but its usually covered by whatever clothes she's wearing.
    Her lips a full pink, but the top one doesn't really fit exactly with the bottom one. When nervous, Aphrodite bites her lip, and she usually wears some kind of lip make-up so as to cover up the little red teeth marks there.
    Her nose is small and luckily the one time it was broken, it healed the right way. If you asked her she'd say there was something off with it, but its not something anyone but she would notice.
    She's not short, but Aphrodite is certainly not tall either. She is in fact petite, with the perfect balance of her height and weight. She's not fat, but she is definitely skinny.
    Aphrodite's style of clothing is anything that will show off her looks. She chooses clothes that hug her body, or that show off some aspect of her face. It could be something baggy, but it would have to match her complexion. It could be something leather, but it would have to have something else to show off her eyes.
    Truth is Aphrodite lives for her looks. If she didn't have them, she wouldn't try half as much. She wears heels, she wears boots, she has a wardrobe the size of Manhattan. Anything you would think to find in it, be it designer or Penny's... well its inside.

    Personality:
    Aphrodite is, and probably always will be, the spoiled little rich girl. She knows what she wants, and she knows that she'll get it one way or another.
    Manipulative, she works away at people until they give her that thing she needs. She likes having her followers, and knows just how to use them to her advantage.
    Aphrodite acts nice when people are around. Of course she does. That careful facade of being the sweet, innocent little girl has to be kept up. But when that one person is gone, she makes people's lives a misery.
    Cruel, she doesn't just manipulate. She makes fun of, she teases, she destroy's people's social status. Its something of a given with her, that she's going to say some pretty horrible things.
    As she said, Aphrodite is incredibly Cocky and Mean. She had this false idea of herself, that because of who she is, she's better than everyone else. She doesn't think anyone could be better, or that anyone could take her little popular status. Bad to the bone, she's not just a rebel and teenage girl, she also has a mean streak. If anyone comes along who she thinks holds any threat to her, its pretty certain something like a secret will be leaked that very day, and that person is gonna fall from grace pretty fast.
    Aphrodite also has her need for control. She needs to know that she's in charge, and that everyone is happily following her rules. And her rules are mean. They change every day. At one time, she could actually seem a little nice. The next minute the rules change and if you don't act like her servant your a dead man walking.
    She's also terribly self-centered and vain. She knows she has looks, and she is not afraid to flaunt them.
    Possessive, she has a problem with someone having something she had. Boyfriends for example. Aphrodite would dump a boy in a second if she thought he wasn't good enough for her anymore. But if someone was to start dating that boy, she would immediately work to get them back, because she can't stand someone else using someone she had.
    Sarcastic, she has an answer to everything. If she didn't, she just wouldn't be Aphrodite.
    But then you have the nicer side to Aphrodite.
    When with someone she actually loves, she can become very caring, and very loyal. Her other side wouldn't give a second thought over leaving someone behind if it meant saving her own hide. But the kinder part of her wouldn't dream of letting someone get hurt for her.
    She can be helpful and loving, however much she tries to hide it.
    This side to her also holds the fear of the dark. That horrible feeling of loathing to deep shadows and dark rooms. Even as her self-centered horrible, mean side, Aphrodite hates the dark. She hates being in it. She hates thinking about it. She says its because of her mom. What others wouldn't know is that she has an irrational fear of everything that COULD be in the dark. Of the things that lurk in it.

    Fatal Flaw:
    Aphrodite has one major issue. Herself.
    People are gonna ask, "How is that a Flaw?".
    Well here's the answer.
    Aphrodite is sarcastic. She's mean. She's a spiteful witch. And she doesn't have any friends. She doesn't care for them, and so she doesn't have them. She may seem like this beautiful person who's so popular, but every person who says that obviously has no idea. The people who hang around with her are simply the people she controls. She doesn't love anyone, she doesn't care for anyone but herself. That leaves her completly alone in the world. If it came down to a fight, and she was about to die... Aphrodite would have no one there to save her.
    Then because of her own personality, she finds it hard to connect to people. She finds it hard to make friends who she can count on.
    IN more ways than one, Aphrodite is all alone in the world.

    Pets:
    None

    Talents:
    A good sword fighter, an average aim, a less than adequate knife fighter. Her talents really revolve around her parentage, and not her own skills.

    • Sword Fighting: Her only weapon based talent that could be called one. Aphrodite is a good sword fighter with a flare for style. She doesn't rely on this too much though. Instead she relies on her looks to win a fight. But if it came down to it, Aphrodite would surely not back away from an all sword's fight.

    • Photokinisis: Aphrodite is the Daughter of Hemera, Goddess of Sunlight. That's pretty much a given that she has control over light. She can use the sunlight as a weapon, but it does drain her considerably. She can also dim light in a certain room, or make it brighter, but that causes bad headaches.

    • Heat Resistance: She's able to resist very high temperatures, for example in the forges, because of the whole the sun is really hot thing. This doesn't drain her for the simple reason its a natural guard.

    • Energy Light: Aphrodite literally draws energy from the light. Like a plant. Just not so much. Mostly, its something that can help her during a fight. She can heal quicker by relaxing in it [Which is why she doesn't go to the infirmary when hurt] and she can also draw some lost energy from it. Of course, it could be one of the reasons she has such a terrible fear over darkness. But in reality, Aphrodite wouldn't die when taken out of the sun. It just means her natural little energy source is taken away from her.

    • Suns: Aphrodite can create tiny little balls of light that can hover over her in a dark room. Its not something she has ever used much before, but its there. [Much Like Sammy Suns] She can create the balls, and they hover for an indefinite amount of time until she wants them to go. They hold only a slight tingle when touched, and do not burn. BUT: It drains her a lot to create one, which is why only one can be made at a time.

    • Magic: [I Couldn't Think Of A Name Okay] She can make little balls of light that she can simply mess around with. Yes, its childish. No, she isn't gonna use it in public. Their like little innie weenie juggling balls that she can send flying around and only give her a small headache. They also do not burn to the touch.

    • Glow: One time when Aphrodite was scared enough, she started to glow. She doesn't remember it, but like everything else, its there. She can make herself glow faintly, just enough to light a small room. It would drain her if she knew about it.

    • All Other Light Based Magic/Power: Possibly anything, but right now, the ones named are her only talent.

    Weapons:
    Aphrodite has a sword that comes from a small sun pendant on a silver necklace. She was given it when she arrived at camp and has since been training with it.

    Other: Color is Gold. No one is aware of Aphrodite's real name [Not even me]

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COLE NOTTE

identity?
daughter of nyx
age?
sixteen
born on?
19th of september
at her best?
kind, funny, sarcastic
at her worst?
mean, protective, wary
ALL THE SMALL THINGS...
    Full Name: Cole Lilah Notte.
    Name Meaning:
    Cole - People's Victory
    Nicknames: Just Cole.
    Age: 16
    Birthday: 19th of September
    Gender: Female
    Godly Parent: Nyx, Primordial Goddess of Night and Shadows
    Claimed: Yep.
    Years In Camp: Six years, give or take either way.


THE INSIDE STORY...
    Mortal Family:

    'My Dad was em... non-existent? Yeah, that's a good word. Non-existent. I like that. Very... well it sums it up nicely. So he wasn't in my life. At all. I know his name was Nicholas. Yeah, I know. Not only did he have some serious name problems himself, he went and gave me a terrible middle name in the form of Lilah. Issues, if you get me. I think he was probably some stripper or something who went and got a Goddess knoc- [size=9]Could you please stay on subject sweetie? Sorry. He didn't play a role in my life. Haha. Role. Rhymes with.. Cole.. you get it? Oh, tough crowd. Whatever. Nicholas was a person who I didn't know, so bang, there's your worthless paragraph from moi. Yeah. I speak French. Amazing, right? Not only do you get the boring old common demigod package, with the ADHD and Dyslexia and Greek, you also get the super amazing new-fashioned Rare demigod package of French. But it isn't two for the price of one. Pay on your way out please.'


    • Nicholas Notte (Father): After that incredibly worthless piece of junk that Cole has filled your head with, lets now fill your head with even worse junk that tells you barely anymore than she said. Nicholas wasn't a stripper. In fact, he was a person who was in the wrong place at the wrong time. He witnessed something that he would call amazing. At a young age, Nicholas witnessed the Hunt of Artemis, as it saved him from something otherworldly. They left, not even bothered by the mortal man they had accidently helped. But it changed the normal boy. It changed him into a boy who wanted to find out more of the world he glimpsed. And it brought him from his safe home in Europe to a small beach house in New York, where he believed his search had finished. Of course, he was right. Of course. His search had brought him to where Mount Olympus was, and he was determined to become a part of this new life. It didn't occur to him that he would attract some unwanted attention from the Gods. Or one Goddess in particular. Nyx wasn't just in love with the handsome man that had tracked the Gods to New York. Nope. She was attracted by his name, which meant Night in Italian, and his charm, and his loving personality. Basically, Nyx thought "This is the next man for me!" and decided to take some action. But she didn't want to let him know who she was at first, that his search had led him to the arms of a Goddess...

    [Due to the fact she has never known her, Cole has no opinion on her sister]


    • ----------- Notte (Sister): Sister's info isn't important lol I have nothing for her yet XD

    Brief History:

    'This beautiful person in front of you- Me! Yes. This beautiful person in front of you grew up in an Orphanage. I didn't know my Dad, but whatever. Who needs a Dad when you've got a whole load of woman in massive plaid dresses telling you you’re a demon child? Its everything a girl could want. Oh, I grew up in it anyway. And I had a small little habit of getting kicked out of school for the occasional burning of school buildings or whatnot. Then I was adopted by a Satyr named Lindsey- Haha that was his name. Lindsey hahahaha. And then I came to camp, and got claimed, and bang, here I am. Amazing, right?'

    As said with Nicholas, Nyx didn't wish for him to know who she was at first. And for months, she perused him, hoping he would fall in love with her. It took months. Nicholas was so set on finding the Gods, that he didn't notice the black haired girl in the Coffee shops, in the libraries, in anywhere. He only started to notice her when she displayed interest in what he was studying. And so Nyx spent a while having to listen to stories of the Gods she'd already seen. Which must have been incredibly boring. But she still loved Nicholas, and when she and he finally started a relationship, she was over the moon with joy.
    But of course, because she had engaged in relations instead of admiring from afar, Nyx had to leave her latest male conquest. And she did so two months before their baby was to be born.
    Nicholas didn't even realize she was pregnant, but was sort of unhappy when his girlfriend ditched him.
    So for two months, he tried to clean himself up. He tossed his Greek mythology books, he tossed the maps he had drawn, and he tossed everything, discarding it all, saying it was a childhood dream, nothing more.
    Imagine his... shock, when two months later a baby girl appeared on his doorstep.
    The letter that was with her was pretty simple. It told him that her name was Cole, that she had been born in the underworld two nights before, and by the way, that girlfriend he lost? Yeah, she was a Greek Goddess called Nyx.
    After he was done crying and whatnot, Nicholas started to wonder what he was supposed to do. Barely an adult himself, he didn't know how the hell to care for a baby that was going to grow into a hero. He didn't even know what to call her. So that was how her name, Cole Lilah came around. He didn't want some old fashioned Greek name like Hercules or Medusa for his little girl. Instead he went for the name Cole, reminiscent of pitch black coal which reminded him of night, and a... well a weird name, Lilah. Yeah. Cole was right. Issues.
    But the terrible fact was, while he could name her, while he could feed her, while her could bathe her and show her love, Nicholas didn't have the knack. He didn't know how to deal with a small baby.
    And that was how his little girl, his special little girl, found her way to the outside of an orphanage in New York, where she was brought in by the shocked nurse.
    Nicholas was heartbroken to lose his daughter, and to lose his link to the magical world that had been before him. He decided to leave New York to LA, where he got a small job.
    However, far away, Cole was growing up in an orphanage that would never understand her.
    Instead it would think she was a demon child, one who was bad, and who would never be "Good". If anything funny happened, it was the young girl with the dark eyes that would be blamed. Even if the thing that went wrong couldn't have been her, because she was out of town. It was a game. The Blame Cole Game.
    The little girl however kept her happy personality. She grew up the comedic, albeit the bad comedic, always helping those who asked it of her. She would make the little children who had just arrived at the orphanage feel more at home, she would help the older residents with their fears, showing them there was nothing to fear in the darkness.
    Through her childhood, Cole thought of making people laugh, of becoming the trouble maker, of all the things a little girl should think about. It wasn't until she started in her first school that she really started to know she wasn't like the others.
    Strange things would happen. They seemed to gravitate toward her, and there was no way in Hades she could stop it. Rooms would burn, teachers would disappear in a poof of yellow dust... and of course, she would get kicked out of schools. Diagnosed with ADHD and Dyslexia, Cole would try blaming that. "I lost concentration and sorta accidently lit a few papers with a lighter in the room. That's why it blew up."
    The people in charge of the Orphanage were close to throwing her out of the home by the time she turned 10. It was only the fact she was good with children and generally a nice girl that saved her for a few extra months.
    A few extra months in which time the Satyr that found her, Lindsey, was able to come and make up a marvellous story. That he and his wife were looking to adopt a child.
    The woman who ran the home showed Lindsey every child they had. They kept Cole upstairs, determined she wouldn't ruin it. But he refused each one, saying that none of them had what he and his wife were looking for in their future son/daughter. And it was grudgingly that the quiet ten year old Cole was brought downstairs.
    "Who do we have here!" He had exclaimed, and the timid little girl smiled widely at him.
    "I'm Cole" she had said to him.
    And he'd been overjoyed, saying she was exactly what they were looking for in a child. Papers were signed, her few possessions were packed, and Cole was in a Taxi on her way to Long Island Sound.
    When she arrived at camp, she was a little bit worried. Of course she was. She'd been told they were going to her new home, with her new father, and her new mother. Instead she was in a massive camp with cabins and swords and a beach and a campfire and a Mr.
    It took her a while to adjust. Even longer than it would have if Lindsey had stayed. But he had his Satyr duties to perform, and handing her papers to Chiron had left.
    Over the next few months of her life, Cole became very close to Chiron. She had instantly trusted him, and no matter how strange it got in the camp, she knew that it was a good place if he was running it.
    After she was handed her second bead, Cole started to relax. She enjoyed the Hermes Cabin, which was full of jokers just like her, and the rule-breakers, just like her. She couldn't help but wonder if they were her siblings, if she was a Demi-God Daughter of Hermes.
    It was on the darkest day of the year that Cole was claimed. She had decided to take a walk, bringing a massive Greek Tome with her, determined to read it on the beach. It was a book she had found in the darkest part of the library, in a shadowed corner, where she had been before but never before seen it in. And it was full of pictures and words, detailing nearly every God and Goddess.
    It was one of the last pages that showed her who she was. Cole flicked onto it, to find a picture of Nyx and every word underlined faintly by pencil. There were other words in the margin...
    For a few minutes, she struggled to make sense of the gibberish in front of her, but when she did, she flicked to the front of the book.
    On the inside cover the name "Nicholas Notte" was scrawled in delicate handwriting.
    And the words in the margin?
    "Nyx, Primordial Goddess of Night. Cole can't be a Demigod! It’s simply unnatural. But she is, she is, I know that much. My little daughter, Cole Lilah Notte, is a daughter of Nyx! Oh how I wish that I could have known...'
    The writing had continued onto the next page, but that page wasn't there.
    Cole was a little shocked. Of course she was. But she picked up the Tome, and raced to Chiron, who believed that the book belonged to her real father. He speculated that Nyx might have placed it in the Library herself, for Cole to find, or that maybe they had bought it in a rummage sale.
    Whatever the reason for the book being there, he brought her to the Nyx Cabin where as she stepped through the door, she glowed a beautiful black as a crescent moon appeared above her head.
    Since that day, two years have passed. Two years in which Cole has become a proper member of the Nyx Cabin. She has learned more about her ancient heritage in these last two years than all the years before, due in large to the book she found on the darkest day of the year.

    Physical Appearance:

    'Wow. You just asked me that. Just... wow. You do realize I'm not Aphrodite, right? I don't have this conceited little opinion on myself haha. Well okay. I have dark hair. I have even darker eyes. I'm average height I suppose. I'm pale. You know, we should so talk about you. Yeah, you. And then split ends that seem to be eating your hair one strand at a time. Oh lord, Cole shush What? Oh whatever. Just kidding hon. Or am I? Nah. I am.'

    Cole wouldn't be described by many as beautiful, but when her dark looks are coupled with her personality, she certainly does have an allure about her.
    Cole's hair isn't long, but it does fall pretty straight, which gives it some length. It falls to a few inches under her shoulders, and unless it’s tied in a tight bun or hanging down around her face, then you won't see any unusual hairstyles from her. Her hair couldn't e called fully black, but it is dark, sometimes glittering lighter in different light. It has a slight reddish tint at times, because she likes to wash it with red. She has thick hair, with a fringe that falls mostly to the side.
    Cole's eyes are incredibly dark, like shadows on shadows. They seem limitless, and it’s not until you concentrate- really concentrate on them that you see the deep wisdom and sadness they hold. Things might not bother her on the outside, she might fool herself into showing nothing but laughter, but Cole's eyes not only show all of her emotions, but all of her years. She has the gaze of someone much older than 16 at times. But at other times she could be completely at ease, laughing and joking, her eyes showing only her laugh. Cole's eyes are usually heavily outlined in mascara, sometimes even eyeliner and eye shadow.
    Cole has pale skin, like milk, with no major blemishes on her face. She does have two birth marks, one on the small of her back and one on her left shoulder. She also has a few scars on her left arm and legs, from some nasty attacks. She doesn't like to speak of them, having almost died in the one that left marks on her arm, but she doesn't try to hide her scars, and would call them her war wounds. She tends to wear make-up, and it’s a very rare occurrence that you would see her without any.
    Cole's eyebrows are plucked regularly, giving her a very neat little eyebrow raise. However, she doesn't like having to go and get them plucked. It was a moment of madness when she was twelve years old, and since, if she doesn't keep them perfect, she says that she looks "Majorly Unattractive, and even if I ain't Aphrodikey, that's a disaster for me."
    Cole isn't tall, but she also isn't very short. She's happily in the middle of the two, although she does like to wear heels when possible. In truth, she may say she isn't vain, but Cole holds the need to look good and show of her looks, which means she likes to be semi-tall.
    Her style of clothes is actually one of the oddest things about her. Cole couldn't be described as a punk, or a rebel, or a Goth. But her clothes do tend to lean on the darker side. She likes cute dresses, cute jackets, cute jeans, cute tops... basically, if she can find a dark purple or black top that says something adorable on it, then she's satisfied. She is almost always seen wearing her leather jacket, seen above in the picture. That doesn't mean she doesn't wear bright clothes. Cole can at times be terribly peppy, and her color in clothes and style will reflect that mood. It’s just that most of the time, she has at least one black thing on. Her nails are usually manicured, and she almost always has a scarf, or some jewellery on.
    One thing you will not see Cole without is her phone. That is, her latest phone. Since arriving at Camp, she has always kept up to date with the latest trends, and once her phone is outdated, then you can be sure she's getting a new one. She can nearly always be found tapping away at the internet, talking with some random friends, maybe even just playing a game.

    Personality:

    'I am the nicest person you will ever meet on this earth. Hahaha no. I'm kind I suppose. Not too kind though, don't want people walking all over my kindness like they do on Alfie's kindness in eastenders. You don't even have that programme in America oh my God Gods sweet pea. And you have it, so I have it. Anyway. On with my little paragraph yes. I'm funny, of course. I make your ribs break with giggles yup. And I suppose I am a little cocky. You get the word picture?'

    Cole could be described in one small word as the joker. She likes to mess with people, to joke with them, to get them laughing. Growing up in the Orphanage with all them uptight ladies made her a little more of a joker than she would have been had she grown up with her father. She learned that if she wasn't liked, and if she wasn't admired, then she might as well be laughed at, because life is for living. And you can only live it once you know what you are in it. She was the eldest child in the home, and the one who had been there longest, so the little’s would look up to her for support, and for someone to help them through tough times. She would do that by making them laugh.
    Cole is kind. Certainly. She might have a bit of a mean streak, but it’s always outdone by that beautiful strand of kindness inside her. She might not show it all the time, but she cares for others more than she cares for herself. If everyone around her is okay, is laughing, is joking, is just generally okay, and then nothing in the world could be wrong with Cole. She's a kind soul who values those around her more than she should.
    She wouldn't be described as cocky exactly, but Cole certainly does have a high opinion of her abilities. If she's done something, she likes to think she's done it better than anyone else could have. She might get carried away at times, and she does start to annoy those around her when that happens, but if you quietly tell her to calm down, she'll most likely take heed and try to stop what she's doing. IT does get a bit hard however, and at times she seems a little too proud of the trouble she's caused.
    That's something that should be addressed. Cole is the trouble-maker. Labelled one in her home, she simply became it, because it went hand in hand with being the joker. She likes pranks, she loves trouble... she's in it for a good time. One thing’s for certain. If you see Cole with a grin on her face, a grin that lights up her features and makes her eyes sparkle... run the other way immediately. Because if you don't, chances are you’re about to be feathered, or glittered, or whatever else goes on in a girls head.
    Cole can't be called sarcastic, but she does have an answer for anything. If you get sarcastic with her, she will get equally sarcastic back. You make a joke, she has one to throw right back in your face. Just be careful what you say around her, because she doesn't really shut up when she's supposed to.
    Cole is in fact incredibly artistic. People might not realize it when they see her, but she likes to draw, to create things, and she loves to sing. During her time in the Orphanage she would learn lullabies and such, singing to the younger children. Never much of a drawer, it became a hobby around the time she turned six, because there was nothing else she could do. She wouldn't call herself talented in either of these things, but she does love each of them. All of her clothes have some paint stain on them, because not a day goes by where she can't work on her latest masterpiece.
    Cole tends to be a bit of a worry wart. She worries about losing someone, she worries about someone getting hurt... she might hold it in, but it shows in her eyes where she's worried. She'll get a terrible feeling about something, and she likes to listen to her feelings.
    Cole is an intuitive. She might not seem it, but she is actually very smart and witty. She actually understands a lot more than people give her credit for, and you might not realize, but she can read emotions and facial expressions well. If you’re worried about something she won't wait around for you to tell her. She'll most likely give you some helpful advice. [WARNING: Cole's helpful advice? Yeah. Sometimes that "Helpful Advice" can be what gets you in major trouble]
    With her ADHD, Cole actually can't sit still. She needs to be moving around, she needs to be doing something, she looks like she's on drugs all of the time. She may be a kind, beautiful person inside, but if she's bored, you better watch out.
    Cole is actually quite a brave, daring rebel. She likes to graffiti, to break rules, and generally make a mockery out of any regulations. She's the type of person who'll tap the lamppost with the wet paint sign on it, just to make sure they aren't lying.
    Very talkative, Cole can keep a conversation with anyone. If you can make her speechless, then you deserve a medal, because it’s a very rare occurrence. She can be incredibly quiet when left to her own devices, but when around people she likes to talk and make people happy.
    All in all, she's a very typical teenage girl. She has a slight temper, she likes trouble, she loves jokes, and she's wonderfully loyal. Cole is an open book, and if you can't understand what she's thinking than you can't be watching her right. All of her emotions show plainly on her face, which might not always be a good thing, but it’s certainly an interesting thing.

    Fatal Flaw:

    'Aren't fatal flaws supposed to be fatal? I mean, not meaning to be rude or anything, but the clues in the name. Okay, so how about "I don't know the answer to question b 1, so I am moving to question b 2?" No? Wow, you’re uptight. Okay. How about I don't know because I'm not allowed see what you've wrote? Does that work? Perfect. I'll just go twiddle my thumbs than, should I, while you all read it and she explains it? Great.'

    Personal Loyalty. A common flaw, it is made serious by the fact that Cole values other people's lives above her own. They are simply much more important, because everyone that comes into her life is someone who she is not only related to, but grows fond of and loves. If someone was hurt, or if they told her to leave, then she would insist on taking their place, no matter what the consequences. If she herself was hurt, and she was running for her life with friends, they would be told to leave and to save themselves. Because if they were to be hurt she wouldn't be able to live with it.

    Pets:
    None

    Talents:

    • Night vision: This is the most basic type of talent for a Daughter of Nyx, and it takes no concentration or energy from Cole. She is naturally able to see in the dark. For as far back as she can remember, Cole can remember being able to see in the deepest shadows. Her vision in the dark is just as good as if you had put on a light in the room. She can see everything perfectly.

    • Shadow Manipulation: Cole can manipulate shadows. This is actually a pretty handy talent. She can get the shadows to move, she can get them to cover something, she can make them thicker, make them like liquid... it’s all a matter of solid concentration. She's always said that it requires no energy from her, but the truth is she gets some really bad headaches from manipulating shadows. Cole likes to ignore the pain, but at times it can become overbearing, and it’s not like some paracetamol is gonna help.

    • Creation: (The name sucks okay) Cole is able to create things from shadow. Like small balls of power, or whatever really. Thing is they last for maybe ten minutes, and leave her on the verge of fainting. If she uses this talent, you can be sure she has a good reason for it.

    • Weapons: Cole is able to solidly shadow into something like a power weapon, a force of pure dark power which can be used as a defense or attack mechanism. The shadows will listen to her as long as she gives them a sacrifice, usually in the form of some blood from her herself. They will stay around her only for the amount of time bought by the amount of blood she has given them.

    • Shadow Travel: This is something that makes her faint on a good day. Cole can travel through shadows, going from one place to another in the space of a few minutes. It’s hard, and scary, and she's only used it three times. Needless to say, she prefers to walk.

    • Blending: Cole literally blends with shadows. This isn't the complete cover that Cloaking gives her. This is more that when she's in a shadow, she feels much more at home, and when she feels at home, she tends to become a little less visible. If there's any drawback to this, she hasn't felt it yet. As Cole would say when you ask her about it, "Its kind of natural, right?"

    • Cloaking: Cole is able to call shadows to her, to cloak her from the eyes of others. It’s not actually her blending ability, which is completely natural. Cole, when she concentrates, and at the very least says a nice prayer to her mom, can be completely covered. It’s kind of like she becomes the shadow. This ability is very taxing, and requires concentration to hold shadows for any amount of time. It does however, have its limitations. Cloaking is terribly draining and can cause increased wiriness. Cole is unable to cloak cars, houses, bicycles, or anything which is not on her immediate body. If her mom is in a particularly good mood, Cole is able to cloak one or two more people who hold her hands, but that demands more energy from her, and is a lot worse than if she tries to just cloak herself. Fatigue and a headache are the mildest problems that can occur from this, but the problems can change to something more serious in a second.


    • Night: (Another Crappy Name) Cole is a little more active at night. This is because her mother is the Goddess of Night, and so she literally is more powerful during her mother’s time. Cole will function perfectly fine during the day, but when it’s dark outside, she's a lot more mischievous.

    • Prophetic Powers: Nyx gave oracles from a cave. It stands to reason that Cole has minor powers of prophecy. They actually only show themselves in certain ways, like strong feelings that tell her what to do, or to say.

    • The ability to create extreme light and darkness

    • Dreams: Cole is able to manipulate the dreams of those within 35 feet of where she's sleeping. However, sometimes she's simply a spectator, only able to watch whatever is going on in them.

    Weapons:
    Cole has a Stygian Iron sword, which has been by her side since that day when she was claimed two years ago. When she entered the cabin, she found a raven black box on her assigned bed, which contained a silver bracelet with three charms on it. A raven charm, a black rose charm and a black letter C.
    It took Cole a while to realize what the bracelet actually was. She'd heard of the weapons that could retract, and of special necklaces and rings that held certain types of weapons. For a long time she believed that the bracelet was just that, a bracelet, and it wasn't until she was in the Arena one day practicing with a bow and arrow that she found out what it was. After rubbing it in some way, the Black rose turned into a sword, a pitch black sword which felt just right for her. She named it Shadow, after finding some Greek letters engraved on the hilt.
    IT took even longer for her to realize the other charms weren't there for decoration. About a month later, she tapped the raven charm, and a knife appeared. It was in fact the smaller, more compact version of Shadow.
    And then a few days after that, she made her shield appear from the letter C, a black shield with silver studs, and the design of a crescent moon on the front.
    When she taps or rubs one of the charms, whatever that charm is hiding appears in her hand. However, she may only use one at a time. If she had summoned her sword, Shadow, then she cannot use her knife, which has been named Night, or her shield. But if she has Night, she can't use Shadow or her shield.
    They do not get lost, and if dropped or taken will reappear on her wrist in bracelet form around five minutes later.

    Other: Color is Teal. Took a full week and a half, and I spent from 9PM to 1:20AM perfecting her so yeah, I’m happy xD Her Physical Appearance is most likely temporary by the way, because I couldn't find the perfect player for Cole XD

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So my extra character spot was used on Shayenne Caulfield. Lets see how I can RP her! Everything else that comes in a Value Pack [Idk what else comes?] is still unused thank you very much.
I have also began work on a new character using my Nina Dobrev Claim [HOORAY!]
And I am basically done with the new character topic, so HOORAY for that too.
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