|| the ruler and the killer ||

hey, my name is cerys and I just recently revamped my character topic after finding inspiration from so many others and wanting to start fresh. Credit especially goes to Crispy and Saph as they are both just so perf<33

I currently have the following the use;

extra character slot | nine in total |
power boost
pet perk
weapon perk
big three character

Name: Charley Kaine Williams
Nickname: Anything really.
Birthday: March 2nd, 1995
Age: Eighteen
Godly parent: Hecate
Place of birth: Nice, France
Claimed: no
Year-Round or Summer: Year-Round
Years at camp: a few months

Appearance: Charley is pretty proud of how puberty had bish-slapped him across the face. He used to be, not geeky, but a lot younger looking around two years ago. That really has made a substantial difference to how he is, acts and looks and the way people think of him. Charley's hair can be worn in a multitude of different ways, although lately he normally slicks it with gel and has it spiked up. The sides of Charley's light brown hair have been shaved short, and without product his hair is messy and untamable. His is normally running his hands through it if it is bare, and he's used to it so the habit doesn't annoy him anymore.
On to Charley's eyes, which are a beautiful golden brown in colour, and seem almost liquefied at times. They are shaped with long and thick eyelashes that go lighter at the tip of the lash. Charley has been told that he has nice eyes, which makes him shrug. He doesn’t really understand it. The son of Hecate also has full lips and few beauty marks located besides mouth and eyes, and on other parts of his body. He also, doesn’t really think much of these either, or anything of his physical appearance. He sometimes, like most his age, gets spots but enough zit-cream can fix and tidy that up.
The young man is quite tanned and tall, standing at about 6”0 after late growth-spurts. Although he is and always will be a skinny guy, he has built up his muscles a little more over the past year because of the recent amount of fights and danger he has actually been in. plus, it makes him look cool so.
Finally; Charley's dress sense, which is pretty schizophrenic. Most days, he settles with a pair of chinos, jeans or shorts, always wearing them pretty low on his hips and revealing his boxers at the back, like modern-day fashion. However, he has been known to wear quite weirder things, like a bandana tied around his forehead and fake black glasses.
Personality: There are many words people have used to describe Charley in the past. One of the main ones has been 'idiot' or something non-repeatable, although those people don't really give Charley a chance. Most people either look at him and see him as the scum of the street or someone that you want your daughters to stay away from, although there really is more to him than meets the eye. He is really defined by his past; he can come across rude and aggressive, without a real sign of remorse. Even if you are a girl and you piss him off, he will grab you and squeeze your arm so tight that it makes you wonder whether he is actually mental or what, although he would never actually punch a girl or anything; just scare and intimidate them so much that they would never want to see his beautiful face again.
But there are other sides of him though; it just takes a patient person to see them. He doesn't open to people easily because of how he has been treated in his past, but once he does he can more pleasant than people may imagine. He isn't sensitive, do not get confused and think this; when he isn't hurting people's feelings intentionally, he may accidentally say something to annoy someone and hurt their feelings, which would be easier to fix if Charley was actually a little less stubborn and would say sorry once in a while.
Another flaw to him - well, a flaw in his case anyway - is that he is excruciatingly immature, and especially in the most serious of times. For example; say a tribe of rabid creatures have just attacked camp, Charley would make a point of dropping 'that's what she said' as many times as possible, which makes people get annoyed with him which gets him aggressive which really starts the cycle over again. Charley has more mood-swings than a hormonal teenage girl, I swear.
But there are actually positives to Charley, finally, like his need to protect people to the best of his ability. By his constant teasing and perhaps aggression towards someone, it would take an event like you being picked on or hurt by someone else for you to see that Charley actually has a heart. He will stick up for you if he likes you - even if he doesn't show it - and probably get his fists dirty. Don't expect him to be openly kind and generous to you, because that's a long shot, but if he likes you and trusts you he will confide in you and share things with you and open up his heart and feelings to you, which really does surprise people in the sense that he can be this moderately okay guy if you're an actual friend to him.
But he's still a bit of an ass. A lovable ass.  

Fatal Flaws: • Charley does things for the wrong reasons, and often gets into fights just so his pride isn't hurt and people see that he shouldn't be messed with.
• He doesn't let people close to him because he has really been hurt most of his life, though if he does then he was still be hesitant.
Pets: Charley has a dog cleverly named 'Dog' whom he found when he was living homeless a few weeks before getting to camp. You want to see an image? Fine, here. Sheesh you're so demanding.
Weapons: He's always using his fists, so you can guess that they are the first things he will tend to use to consider a weapon, but anything he can really get his hands on really. Normally a normal celestial steel sword and shiild, although his technique isn't as polished as campers that have been attending longer than he.
Talents: None that he is aware of.
Face claim: Justin Bieber

Mortal Family: "Me and my dad never really got on. Mom used to say that the two of us were too much alike and that's why we argued so much, but she apparently couldn't handle it either because she packed up. He made me pay for me to just stay in the house from when I was fourteen and I didn't even have a job. I knew he was serious; you should've seen the way he treated his girlfriends. He threw them around like God-knows-what. I'm pretty glad that the crackhead torched the place, it's just too bad he didn't go up in flames with it."
Charley really does follow after his father Ant, whom dropped out of school at fifteen years old and really lived a pretty messed up life from there on out. He landed himself in prison multiple times, got onto some hardcore drugs and committed manslaughter before even getting to twenty-seven. Yeah, he was really messed up. He met Hecate just at that age, cheating on his girlfriend and the woman Charley would see as a mother-figure in his early years - Alise - and had a baby dropped off at his home in Nice a few months later. Alise forgave the man, because she was in love and needed a place to stay, and the couple then went to live in Manhattan with their newborn child because Ant was a demanding man whom wanted to see the world yet didn't want to leave the comfort of his sofa, so he went halfway and moved his 'family' and sofa to Manhattan.

There are also two little children whom, though they aren't technically related to Charley, he really does consider them his little siblings. They were just neighbors on the quiet cul-de-sac that Charley resides on, and when he was sixteen he got so pissed off with his dad that he just walked out like he normally did. Anyway, to really cut a long story short, there was a newborn toddler playing right in front of the doorway to their home, and when she sell over onto the concrete Charley had enough compassion to go over and help her, which then escalated in him chatting to her in the bare English she knew. He thought it was cute, and would speak to her if he was passing and things, because Charley had always secretly wanted little siblings. Then when the girl, Maddie, she got a brother called Luke who Charley also adored. So yes, there are two random children running around in New-York somewhere that call him 'Uncle 'Lee' which really does wreck his reputation so he keeps it on the downlow.

Brief History: There had always been something different about the Williams household, though it had taken Charley to reach quite a high age for him to realize it. He was technically born, or officially born in the eyes of the law, in a place called Nice in the south-east corner of France as that was were his father was living with his girlfriend at the time, although when Charley was a few months old they chose to sell up and move into an apartment in Manhattan when he was only about a month old, so he doesn't remember the European country he was born in. No, his home growing up would always be a small, run-down apartment in a dangerous part of the area, and his small bedroom always had a massive corner of dark damp that seemed to creep further down the face of both walls from an early age.

Life started out and treated Charley pretty well at the beginning of his life. He never noticed anything wrong with the relationship between his dad and Alise, and grew up calling her 'mom' even though there were physical differences. Some of the first questions the young dirty blonde haired boy asked when he was able to think for himself, just being a small kid, were 'are you my real mom?' and 'why is my name spelt funny?'. This was probably the only real phase in his life that Charley could really be considered cute to many.

Because, when he was actually starting school and starting to become a teenager and his own real person with his own identity, Charley really started to notice the little things he had been taught during his upbringing really contrasting what was deemed acceptable around him. It was really just small things, like when Charley had called his teacher a really bad word when he was around eight and said that he had heard it from his dad had been yelling at Alise when he was in bed, or for Charley to get into fights in the playgrounds over small things.

Another thing that really set the demigod apart from the rest growing up was his inability to easily learn. Was he not just dyslexic, they discovered when he was unable to read simple text straight away on the spot, but he also had strong ADHD and was insanely hyperactive. His teacher's found him to be quite difficult to teach as he had always been the kid that would rather disrupt the lesson that really engage in it. He was always being sent out, although his dad didn't really care; his dad had always been more focused on snorting his lines than paying attention to Charley and his life. So Alise and Charley's teachers tried to push him more towards sport to get out most of his hyperactivity, and he had always been very fond and good at soccer. Although, as he got older he would find less and less time to partake in the sport.

When Charley was about thirteen years old, he remembered Alise leaving them. He was just coming in the front door on a Tuesday after school, throwing his bag down on the hallway and about to shout that he was home when she practically burst past him, chased after by his dad. It was almost as if Charley wasn't there as he watched his Dad try and reason with his girlfriend, whom had put up with his emotional abuse and drugs for the past fifteen years. She still left though, even though Charley had begged after his 'mom' for her to stay for him. But it hadn't been enough, and Alise left in a haste.

Which then escalated in Charley loosing his temper, calling his father a string of bad words and punching a wall, but that wasn't the most memorable thing about that dad to be honest.

So that had just left Charley and Ant in the house alone from that point on, and without Alise there to balance the two out they discovered that they really didn't get along. His dad was temperamental, aggressive, addicted and a slob and Charley really was just a younger version of him, but the two clashing really wasn't very good for anyone. It got to the point were either Charley would stay over his mate's house for nights on  end without a word to his father or they would come to him and they would completely disrespect Ant and the house. Ant started demanding that Charley paid rent when he was only fourteen years old, which consequently forced Charley to steal a little in order to keep a roof over his head. It certainly wasn't the ideal father-son relationship.

Meanwhile, away from Charley's strong family troubles, there was also the crowd he was starting to hang out with. He had always been a pretty good at finding danger or things that would basically get him screwed, such as a certain gang of people that would eventually pressure him into becoming a bit of a crackhead like his dad. Although, it eventually became his gang and he called the shots, so at fifteen he was literally calling shots. His life probably wasn't going to end up being very long, if he was already high most of the time in his early teenage life and not caring about his future.

But everything started to really get a bit harder for the reckless teenager when he was about sixteen. He had been in his room on his own, flicking through TV channels carelessly with a joint between his fingers before the fire-alarm blasted out. He had burst out of his bedroom to find his dad on a wild rampage and trying to set the house of fire. To cut a long story short, the kitchen had been practically burnt to a crisp, and the wallpaper was peeling off and marred and Charley had to stay with his next-door neighbor for a few weeks until his apartment had been fixed up again. The next door neighbors had always been nice to him, although they were more a family than Charley's had ever been; with loving parents and two small kids that were really sweet, he really put his childhood into perspective. He got close with the two kids, practically seeing them as brother and sister, and actually tried to set an okay example to them by not smoking or swearing around them. He also didn't really touch weed again after that time, shifting to cigarettes and staying that way.

When it was eventually time to move back in with his dad, Charley didn't get two steps into the house before Ant told him that he wasn't welcome and he was the 'cause of the fire' which had got Charley really, really angry, and Charley can be pretty scary when he's angry because he can't stop himself. Rage literally takes over, and he goes absolutely ape. He grabbed his own dad around the neck, squeezing until all the colour had gone to Ant's face before forcing himself to pull away,  grabbing his backpack full of clothes and leaving. He stayed on his mate's sofas for as long as he could, eventually making it a few months without a proper home until he had gone through all his friends and taken advantage of everyone. He was forced to really live on the streets from them on out, stealing money from shops and mugging people in order to actually have money for himself and food and such. It was only when, with a stray-dog he'd found on a lead next to him and a bag full of his clothes on his back, did he go on a shortcut through the woods and come across camp. Seeing as he doesn't want to be homeless again, he stays, although the eighteen year old really thinks that the camp is full of sissies.

Name: Xavier Daniel Winterson
Nickname: Zave
Birthday: December 13th, 1996
Age: Sixteen
Godly parent: Hades; Lord of the Underworld
Place of birth: New York, United States of America
Claimed: Yes; Zave was claimed after a week of being at camp
Year-Round or Summer: Year-Round
Years at camp: A few months

Appearance: Xavier has an oval-shaped face but with rounded cheeks and a pointed chin. He appearance and facial features are relatively soft and full, although should no be mistaken for chubbiness. No; Zave has little fat on him as he has been running for most of his life. He is not chubby in any part of his body. His cheeks are the same colour as the rest of his fast, but beauty spots and freckles cover them where the ‘sun has kissed him’. His eyes are then quite narrow and framed with thick and dark lashes that touch the surrounding skin because of their length. The colour of his eyes is quite strange as they neither stay the same or change, if that is possible. . It is nothing unusual, in his opinion, as it is normal for boys with dark hair to also have dark parts in their eyes. Overall, they are a light and pleasant shade of green with only few flecks of brown in there, but with a darker rim around the edge. Above these eyes are his black eyebrows which are neither thin nor bushy. They are just in the middle and, if anything, make the darkness of his eyes stand out even more.
What is to say about Zave’s nose? It is straight forward, but has a small bulge in the centre. This is not because he has broken it or anything, but because it is just in his genes to have this style of nose. It is a mix between a Roman type of nose and a bumpy nose, although Xavier has never really gone out of his way to identify the ‘type’ of nose he has. He honestly doesn’t really care. On his nose is a darkened beauty mark that is also prominent along his golden complexion.
Onto Zave’s lips, with are naturally quite red and pinkish, and many may think that he may be wearing tinted lip-balm or something a girl might wear, but no. He is just ‘lucky’ enough that his mother happened to throw in small splashes of her own features into this fifteen year old boy. His bottom lip is a little bit fuller than his bottom, and also sports a lips ring that he had done when he was fourteen. He likes it, although sometimes worries that he might catch it on an item of clothing or something similar and it will pull, splitting part of his lip. He is just paranoid, most likely. It has never happened before, so why should it happen now?
Then Xavier's hair, which is a dark-brown in colour and around the same shade that the flecks in his eyes are. It is slightly curly and wavy, stands sticking out no matter how much he attempts to flatten it down. His mothers hair was indeed curly, so he got it from her. It is cut regularly and he always keeps it in the same style; pushed to one size and short yet thick. On the right side, where it is pushed down, it covers slightly over the edge of his eyebrow. He wants a piercing here, but this puts him off it; he would never be able to see it anyway, and it might get caught on his hair.
The sixteen year-old stands at a respectable height of 5"12 and is unsure whether he has finished hitting puberty yet, so there still might be room to grow. His voice as nearly finished breaking, and it sometimes cracks now and again which completely wrecks his style. His muscles, from lifting weights throughout his childhood years are quite well-pronounced, and his torso is flat. He doesn't really let himself gain weight, and you will often find him jogging laps around camp most morning in order for him to try and keep his physique. He does the camp routine also, which helps, but he really doesn't want to take any chances. His fashion-sense isn't anything risky; normally just a pair of skinny jeans and a hoodie, or a polo-shirt. Because he had been living in a care-home for a substantial amount of time before entering camp, he never had the opportunity to splash out on expensive clothing, so he has got used to having the same as what most had.

Personality: All through his life people have struggled to know what to think about Xavier. He was different with different people. Around adults and people that held authority, he could be quite quiet and solemn, not knowing what to think of them. In general, he didn’t like the prospect of growing up and becoming an adult himself; you couldn’t blame the boy, considering that every adult he had ever been around had failed and abandoned him. He can be blunt and unresponsive towards people over the age of thirty or those that think that they could have any power over him, and doesn’t even give a damn about what they think about him. He really doesn’t take authority kindly, and finds it stupid that a teenager could have control over a cabin full of others his age. If he could, he would throw a riot so teenagers actually got some power and influence nowadays.
Around his friends and other kids however, Xavier is almost a completely different person. Once he is in his comfort zone, the boy can be reckless, wild and uncontrollable. Well, even more uncontrollable than he normally is. It’s all about the fun and laughter, and he normally wants to chill with just his friends and his skateboard. Nothing more, nothing less. He doesn’t or never has had enough money to do anything like go to the cinema every week, so he is really just fine with finding and making his own means of entertainment; which can differ from being a vandal to talking.
Everyone has a secret and dark side though, and Zave had a larger one than most. His impulsivity and wildness can lead him to say something he doesn’t mean or than hurts something else, and he finds it then difficult to make up with them; he is quite an awkward boy around these situations, even those he is pretty confident in every other way. Except with girls. He is terrible with girls. At least once a day you will find Xavier on his own as he tries to control his ever-growing anger and frustration with the world, and if you do then good luck, because the sixteen year old is practically unapproachable. He will undoubtedly snap at you and he broke his hand when he was fourteen from when he got so angry and punched a wall.
All in all, the boy is pretty unpredictable. One minute he can be laughing and grinning, and the next he can be angry and the vein on his neck could be sticking out. Try not to get on the wrong side of him, or boss him around; you’ll certainly regret it.

Fatal Flaw: • There is nothing wrong with Xavier…at least, not physically. Mentally, he is a wreck. He sometimes catches himself having quite disturbing thoughts about things that would be better off not mentioned. He would never in a million years act on his throats, but it scares him quite a bit. He is unsure whether he trusts himself enough not to do anything stupid. He is too much like Reese, most certainly. Any attempt to tell him this though and you will end up with a black eye, and a heap of enemies.
• Zave is scared to experiment with any of his abilities or powers. This is why he doesn’t really want to get into the habit of fighting with any more luxurious and fancy weapons; because he doesn’t know what he might do with it.
Weapons: Zave has been given a special sword. The sword is almost like a flashlight and when in the darkness it can be used to light up the area, giving the surrounding area a ghostly, soft green glow. it can also be used to collect shadows and use it for his own purpose. The way the sword works is that Zave touches a shadow with his sword and the sword sucks up the shadow, making the sword more powerful or he can choose to saved the shadow and then release it whenever he pleases. Releasing the shadow can also hide Zave for a moment in time. the amount of time Zave is hidden depends on the size of the shadow. {a gist from Zan’s mystery box yolo]
Talents: • Like most children of Hades, Xavier can shadow-travel. However, it takes a serious amount if energy out of the sixteen year old, and he finds it quite painful both physically and mentally. He has done it twice in his life, both times fainting and falling to the ground. He doesn't wish to learn how to use this talent more-successfully or even acknowledge how 'amazing' it may be.
• Although he can't exactly summon the dead, Zave can indeed feel the life travel from a corpse to the afterlife, and the pull gives him a twisted sort of spark. It is indeed very sick, so he doesn't share this with anyone.
Pets: None.
Face claim: Harry Styles
Colour: #2C3D86

Mortal Family: “She was amazing. Through everything, she was the only damn person that ever had any sense to do something right.”
Janette Winterson was immediately set to fail. She was born into a family where teenage pregnancy had already occurred once, and didn't really care about school or anything important along those lines. She detested the idea of working in an office, and chose to be unemployed instead. She really doesn't live up to the stereotype that people have of her. She was a kind and loving woman that had just been too vulnerable to be able to cope with her abusive boyfriend. She had had a one-nigh stand with Hades - who posed as a 'Roger' - when she had been feeling worse than she had in a long time. He had been relatively sympathetic and kind towards her, and she fell for him.

“I hate him. He killed mom. If I got my hands on him, I would…”
Reese Theodore had been the mechanic at a local garage when he and Janette had first met, but he soon developed a drug-shifting business on the side when money became a struggle. He was a ruthless man, and wouldn't let Janette leave him once she discovered this.

“I miss them.”
Solomon and Rupert Theodore were Xavier's half-siblings, a pair of identical twins that were so mischievous that they would half be expected to be children of Hermes.

Brief History: Xavier Daniel Winterson was born into a family were his mother received the back of her boyfriend’s hand regularly, his older brothers had already grown up around this and thought of it as normal, and with a father that had done a runner as soon as her mother found out she was pregnant. There wasn’t a single hope in hell that he was going to have it easy and receive a moderately normal childhood. Not when his unknown father was actually the man that could control and summon the dead, and struck fear into people on a daily basis. The family had no reason to believe any of this though; of course not. Everyone thought that Reese was the father; everyone but Janette. But a slither of doubt found its way in the back of Reese’s mind from the moment Zave was born. With both sons and parents being fair-haired, it was peculiar that this newborn son had hair that resembled close to black. Self-consciously Reese picked this up, and therefore his beatings would soon become slightly harder on the kind and caring mother.  
For the first few years of life, Xavier grew up in the small and enclosed apartment in one corner of New York, his’ father’ Reese spending most hours of the day out doing dodgy deals to keep the family floating level with the rest of the world, who were entering the start of a memorable economic depression. His older brothers were constantly picking on the small child, both being twins and two years above him, and his mother would struggle to cope. It was no surprise that he soon developed this isolation-attitude, the toddler normally finding a cupboard or bed to crawl under until his family found him. He was perfectly content with playing with his action figures or any other ways of finding entertainment. The young child could already tell that playing on your own was easier than accompanying any one else, so he decided to do just that.
He was three when Zave came across his first dead thing; a small mouse that had found itself trapped inside one of Reese’s cages but also dosed up on the rat poison that was scattered along the corners of the wooden floor. Xavier had been finding his own means of entertainment as per usual, far away from the slow stumbles of his mother and boisterous brothers, and came across it in the corner of his parent’s closet. His first reaction had been of wonder and curiosity, and the impulsive young child had quickly moved forward to get a closer look at the corpse of the mouse. The next thing you know, you hear the high-pitched scream from Janette as she goes to get a cardigan and finds her youngest son playing with a dead creature. It would cause any mother a reason for concern; especially when your son then turned around and stated that he liked dead things. She soon gave him a long one-sided discussion on why you should stay out of mommy’s closet and not touch anything inside the metal cages. Xavier promised he wouldn’t, in return for a cookie, but he still couldn’t help it. From that point onwards, most of the games he would play would be about death. Not killing; no, Xavier was never violent and he hated it when his brothers would demand to fight with him, but just…death. With the chaos that surrounded his home, death seemed like the peaceful option for the boy.
Xavier was five when everything kicked off, although it was many years too late. Reese had been late for work for the last time after one of the twins had broken his alarm clock, and he eventually lost his job. Loosing his temper worse than he ever had before, he went on a rampage. Both Solomon and Rupert had been in school when this happened, but Janette had been in the middle of cooking Xavier food when he burst through the door. Zave didn’t remember any of it, but his mother had screamed at him for the boy to get inside his bedroom. Reese lashed out, blaming Janette for everything that had gone wrong with his life. The stress of having this large family, the fact that she only worked part-time as a teaching-assistant, how she always pressured him to go and see a counselor about his temper and a heap of other exaggerations that had initially started from a spark of paranoia in his head. One push was what it took for his frail girlfriend to loose her footing, slamming the back of her head against the marble counter top and falling limp to the cold floor, dead.
The evidence was stacked up to high for Reese to get away with anything less than murder, immediately being arrested. He didn’t even attempt to deny of the charges, and the abusive man felt incredibly guilty for everything he had done. He felt back for the children, and disgusted that he had done it. Sentenced with life, it only took a few months for the man the put himself out of his misery and killing himself in his jail-cell, wanting an escape and be punished in hell for what he had done rather than have to live with his grief for the next fifty years or more. He was done with everything; he was done with life.
What of the children? They were immediately sent to the next willing-member of the family; Janette’s mother and their grand-parents. The boys weren’t easily for the older women, but she also received a lot of help from the children’s aunties and uncles, and the grand-mother’s friends. Xavier had been closest with his mother as they had always been so alike. It was hard for him, and the child closed himself from everyone else. He wouldn’t eat, he would have nightmares, and he most-certainly wouldn’t play. He was a walking lump, and the kid had to attend a doctor’s session every week to try and get ‘better’, but it didn’t work. The only option  left was for the family to split up; Xavier being taken into care and the twins staying with the family. That was the last time Zave ever saw Solomon and Rupert; a shriek-filled goodbye on a Friday afternoon, tears running deep down each child’s face.

"I hated the care home. I was full of stuck-up turds that thought it was good to go and wind everyone up. They didn't want me there, so I left. Well, they moved me to another one, but same thing. It's all a bunch of bull anyway."

From the age of ten, Xavier had already developed an image to adults that he was quite a troubled child; how he wouldn't let many close to him and misbehave all the time. He didn't get on with any of the people from his first care-home, staying there until he was taken in by a foster family. They seemed kind enough and like they genuinely wanted to look after this young boy. Well, until he screwed everything up by getting expelled from his school. They realized that the young boy was going to be a lot more work than they had first thought, and they took the cowards way out by 'giving him back' as if he was a faulty object, not a person. No wonder he was difficult, and it got worse when the care-home that he had been at for the last five years didn't even want him back. He was forced to move out of the city, moving to another in the middle of seemingly-nowhere. It wasn't as if he was cruel or mean; no, there was just something about him that made him seem... broken and beyond-repair. For a little kid, this could have an effect on him that would cast a shadow over the rest of his life. He spent the next years practically alone, with his bare white walls and his comforter.
But then Wayne came along; a enclosed and quiet man that didn't have or want a family of his own. Zave had been fifteen, messing around with his small group of friends from his high school at an old house. As a dare, Xavier had thrown a brick at one of the windows ad it had shattered through. The rest of them had done a quick escape, but Xavier had hung around just long enough to catch a glimpse of the dark-haired man that had limped to the doorway, Zave feeling like he was from a scene of a horror movie. He sprinted away, obviously, but he could never shake away the feeling of the man's eyes watching him and he made his way down the street. He didn't think he would see him again, and there was certainly no chance of the police crossing his mind, but he did; he would be seeing a lot more of the unknown man.
A month later, the sixteen year old had been making his way to his school from his children's home, which was a half-an-hour walk away. A car sped down the strip of road and skidded to a halt besides Xavier. In a panic, he dropped his bag and started to sprint away but the group of people in the car was too fast; grabbing the teenager and bundling him up inside the car. He hadn’t even had enough time to let out a yell for help, and the group of adults easily dominated his strength. It was terrifying for the boy, and even more so when he found out that the mount from the old house was one of them.

"Let me go!" Zave yelled, the sixteen yer old jerking around in a unsuccessful attempt to escape from the blonde-guy's grip. It was no use; his strength couldn't match the body-builder's. "What do you want from me, you-" Transforming the end of his sentence into a string of profanities. They just watched him, some letting out a quick and harsh laugh whereas others looked pained. Were they pained because they held some sort of guilt and had that voice telling them that they were wrong in the back of their minds? Zave was unsure.
"Xavier. Calm down." The man from the old house told him calmly, but the sixteen year-old's blood started to boil. "We need you."
"Me? What? Why?" He whispered, still struggling. If he did get out of the van, there was no way he would be able to jump out and survive; not when they were travelling at the speed they were. "And how did you know my name?" Okay, so this was really freaking scary now.
"We've been watching you."

For the next few weeks, Xavier would become a animal in a cage to his captors. They took him to a flat - a nice one, I might add - and asked him things. At least, for the first week they did. It started off with moderately normal questions, like where you were born and such before finally expanding into the type of discussions that Xavier struggled to find an answer for. Before long, he was even wondering if anyone was actually trying to look from him; if the police were even involved. It wasn't like he would be missed. He was just a care kid, with a dad - or at least, he believed it was his dad at the time - for a father and a dead mother. There was no reason for him to be saved, and the other care-kids wouldn't mind sharing out his measly small amount of pocket money between them.
But then they did something unexpected; they held out a dead bird, placing it on the ground in front of his feet. At first Xavier could only question them and their purpose, yelling at them yet again to tell them that they were sick before calming down. The same answer was repeated over and over though; "What do you want to do with it?" The teenager was lost for words by that point. He wanted to be repulsed by it and shun away from it, but he found himself wanted to prod it with his index finger and pick it up. The emotions within him sort of made himself feel sick, but he couldn't help it. He would later learn that it was part of who he was.
Before he could touch the dead creature, the muscled guy with sandy blonde hair pulled a small dagger that he had concealed in the waistband of his jeans, holding it out in front of him quickly. Xavier struggled against his ropes, thinking that he was going from him and surprised when the blonde guy - Oscar - stood in front of him defensively instead. The rest all happened in a flash, but before he knew it a bunch of unconscious bodies were on the floor and Oscar had untied Zave and was pulling him along with him into the van outside.
Armed with no training or no weapon, Xavier had no clue how he was meant to get out of this thing alive. One of his captors…was helping him escape? It was honestly like something out of a movie, and Zave felt the need to pinch himself to see if it was real or not.

“Hermes.” The blonde guy looked over at him quickly, pushing the gear-stick of the van into a gear and quickly speeding down the road. Xavier blinked, struggling to understand what that meant. Oscar seemed to be able to tell that Zave needed a little bit more of a prompt into what he should say. “I’m a son of Hermes. You’re Hades, right? Obviously.”
“I…have no clue what the hell you’re talking about? Are you high?”
“Hmmm. You’ll find out soon enough.”

Feeling like he was inside something like Grand Theft Auto, it wasn’t long before Xavier was skidding to a halt and kicked out at the entrance of a summer camp; Camp half-Blood. He’s been there ever since.

Name: James Liam Carter
Nickname:“It’s normally something not-repeatable.”
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Age sixteen
Birthday: March 25th
Gender: Male
God Parent:  Ares
Claimed: Yes

Physical Appearance: ”How could I be this hot?”
James has always been tall for his age, and currently stands just over 6-foot if his hair doesn't stand tall or he isn't wearing biker boots. The son of Ares used to always put some form of hair products in his naturally brown locks, but over the course of the last year, he has slowly grown into his own and very rarely wears any sort of gel in his hair and instead lets his curls clump carelessly. He could be considered a good-looking boy - and knows it - although many people are so scared of him that they don't stop to really see this. He has sharp features and a tanned complexion, thanks to his British blood. His has bulky arms that emphasise the fact that he is very athletic, although recently after a slaughter as the undead stormed camp, James lost his left arm from the elbow down as he didn't want to sick virus to plague the rest of his bloodstream, so that has left him a bit scarred. He normally dresses in denim and leather, which isn't unexpected really.
Personality: Most of the time, you can see that James is itching for a fight and likes it. He loves getting his fists dirty and arguing with people. He is also a massive flirt which he picked up when he lived in London as he tan set him in another league from the other British boys. He knows exactly how to get a girl and isn’t shy. He is loud, boisterous, cocky and funny; normally the comedian out of the boys in his cabin. What James also is however, unlike other children of Ares, is sensitive because of when he had to look after himself and his Mother when she went of the rails back home. He very rarely lets anyone close enough to see the soft side of him and if they do, he normally tries to hide it behind snarky comments, humor and his temper. He is also very charismatic and can make friends with normally whoever he pleases. He has a habit of using people though.  

Fatal Flaw: He enjoys getting into fight and will sometimes pick fight with people over the smallest things and even if he is outnumbered, he would rather get a beating than back down. His pride is too big for that.
Pets: None.
Talents: “My talent; picking up girls.”
Because he lived in Miami and England all his life, he can switch accents whenever he pleases but he normally speaks in his true British accent which helps him pick up girls (If you can count this as a talent). He can box better than most his age.
Weapons: He likes to use his fists so he got a Hephaestus camper to make him two rings that transformed into a pair of knuckle-dusters whenever he pressed the symbol down on the top. Other than that, he just sticks with a plain celestial sword and shield.
Year-Round or Summer: Year-round

Mortal Family: “If anyone talks about my family…lets just say I’m not afraid of jail.”
Rebecca Carter (Mother) and Grant Dickinson (Mother’s boyfriend)
Years in Camp: Two
Brief History: James was born in one of the rougher ends of London, living with his single Mother who had only just turned nineteen. Rebecca was an alcoholic, and James had to grow up fast if he wanted to look after himself. With his Mother in and out of rehabilitation, James had to spend many months at a time with his Grandparents in Miami and was doing this from the age of six till he was eleven when his Mother finally got off the rails and he went home to London to live with her for good. Was he didn’t expect on his return was his Mother to find herself a boyfriend, who was one of the nicest, kindest man James had ever met and Rebecca had met him at Rehab.
James’s school life had been affected massively as well with having been taken to Miami back to London every few months. It didn’t help that he had ADHD and he picked a lot of fights with others in school and out, most of the time winning but it wasn’t un-usual for his Mother or Grandmother to return to the house and find him with a black eye or broken hand. He was kicked out of many schools because of this and it didn’t help that he couldn’t learn efficiently due to his Dyslexia.
After going a full year off the booze, James was thirteen when his Mother and Grant started to drink again. Grant turned from the nice, kind man that he was sober to an abusive, violent man when he had a few drinks. Grant hit Rebecca when he was angry and sometimes took his anger out of James. James went to his current high school with half of his face covered in cuts and bruises and hadn’t been in a fight for almost two weeks due to help with his RE teacher who was also the schools counselor. He told her all about Grant and how his Mother was too scared to go to the police as the booze made her confused. Miss Monroe called the police and social services took James to leave the United Kingdom for good to live permanently with his Grandparents. He had only been at his Grandparents for a month when his Mother called him from England, telling him all about his heritage. His Grandparents had already known and took him to Camp Half-Blood.

Name: Elijah Mohammed Paine
Nicknames: Eli.
Birthday: June 22nd, 1996
Age: seventeen
Godly parent: Hermes
Place of birth: California, US
Claimed: Yes
Year-Round or Summer: Year-Round
Years at camp: one

Appearance: If you were to run across Elijah on a good day, you would find the seventeen year old with a tidy-ish mop of wavy, dark brown hair that really falls just above his eyes. He doesn't use any product in it or anything, so sometimes if he can't be bothered having a shower in the morning, his hair could probably be a little untidy and messy, although it's never really bad or long enough to tangle. The colouring of his hair - which he takes after his mother, even though he has never met her so he wouldn't know this himself - really brings out the darkness of his eyes and highlights the flecks and slashes of amber than run around his pupil. He has very pretty brown eyes, as he's been told, although you would probably have to get all close and personal to really be able to see the depth of colour that his eyes actually hold and therefore appreciate them more than you might if you were just glancing from afar. Above his eyes, which are framed with black and thick eyelashes, and nicely shaped eyebrows that Elijah would deny ever plucking; if he didn't pluck his eyebrows, they would surely go dark and bushy and he wouldn't want that at all. He has a nice complexion that is covered in few scars and beauty marks, and he also has a nice colour to his skin thanks to his mother's ethnicity. His nose is slightly askew but that is just after years of playing baseball and other sports and having a lot of physical contact with other violent teenage boys.
Personality: There are many parts to Eli, and it would be very wrong of someone to say that he is just a plain and simple type of guy because he holds quite a bit of depth. The first thing people normally notice is that, not that he is shy as such but, he can come across quite guarded at first. This is only because he was bullied a little growing up because of the fact that he had two dads and that he could easily be victimised, although it really strengthened when Daniel died.
But Eli is naturally adventurous, and likes the feeling of his blood pumping and his muscles tensing; therefore he has grown up using his natural speed to play many sports and get pretty far with it during school. He hates to be indoors, and if he has to stay indoors too much, he sometimes feels as if the walls are closing in around him and therefore becomes stressed easily. He would literally just spend his whole day outside if he could, but he can't. Eli has a good heart, he really does, but he really just struggles to express himself; even though he knows what he wants to say to someone, he starts to freak out sometimes and avoids them as much as possible, even if he knows it would hurt him as well. He's a loyal guy and will stick with someone until his last breath, but he really can't help but get into arguments with people over petty things sometimes; he hates to show people how he really feels, and therefore gets really defensive once it's brought up.
But Elijah's a good guy; he gets on with a great number of people, if you give him the time, and is really quite a laugh once you get to know him. He will stand by you if you don't leave when he's awkward and he will fight for you and help you and just be there for you, although he can be sometimes distant and he has terrible mood-swings, which is understandable considering the fact that his parents think he's dead and his best friend only died a year before. He's a bit of an emotional mess, but you wouldn't know that because he unable to tell anyone how he feels. he just bottles it all up, which really will end up killing him.

Fatal Flaws: • He can't talk about how he feels or anything similar, so he will literally push himself away from people just so he doesn't have to and therefore hurts both himself and the person in question, just because he's too scared to admit how he feels towards something or fears the consequences. This will probably mean that he would end up both making himself weak and upset and the other would leave him alone.
Pets: Nope.
Weapons: Because he's still trying to get comfortable with fighting with something other than his fists, Eli uses a celestial bronze sword and shield if he must.
Talents: • Elijah is fast, and always seems to have quite a lot of agility to him. He's always been in good shape, but his godly parent beng Hermes certainly does increase his speed and stamina.
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Mortal Family: Eli's mother, Yasmin, was born into a strong and strict Islamic family in the Middle East, although Elijah barely knows anything about his mother. All he knows, as he;s been told growing up, is that when she shamefully became pregnant out of marriage to whom turned out to be Hermes, she wanted to keep it a secret and travelled around the United States with friends for nine months. And then, as soon as the baby had dropped, she decided to hand him into the nearest foster home and hope that someone adopted him, with the only request that he kept the same name that Yasmin gave him; Elijah Mohammed Paine. The name stayed; she didn't.
Brief History: Elijah Mohammed Paine was born in the middle of a storm in the back of a lodging house that his mother had been staying at, although it wasn't like the small demigod could remember that far back; no, his first memory was't as traumatic as that, of course. As soon as his mother was over the shock and pain of giving birth, she dumped little Eli off at the first foster, adoption unit she could find before packing off back to the Middle East. He wasn't there for long, of course, because who wouldn't want to adopt a newborn baby born with dark brown locks? That was the first time Eli came across who he would consider his real parents all his life; Jonathan Malone and Trevor Avilov, a homosexual couple that wanted nothing more than to have a child in their life. Eli was that child.
And he would grow up actually believing that he was their child, calling them both 'Dad' and attached to both of them as equally as each-other. He grew up, living in Northern California and in a nice, wealthy family. Their home faced the forestry and rivers and dense woodland, and Elijah would call that almost like his second home growing up. He would always go out with his Dad, Trev, when they wanted more wood for their classic fireplace in the winter and he and his other dad, John, would always go out to play a good game of baseball.
Kindergarten, however, was where Elijah met his best friend Daniel and really became more of his own person; if that is even possible for a four year old. He got through his younger years well, only starting to get some hassle when he hit elementary school; apparently having two dads was 'wrong' and weird' and that Eli was 'gay'. It got to the point where, on one of his first days, the little boy cried and cried with his pretty brown eyes and had to have the teacher console him. At least Eli got some satisfaction in watching the kids whom had said this have their mothers twist their ears after school with annoyance.
But, really, there was never anything too special about Eli's younger years. He spent most of it running around the back with Daniel or one of his dads. He got a little stick for having gay parents when he was growing up although, around the age of thirteen, he discovered that if you just try not to care then people just leave you alone. Although, Eli adored his Dads, so a lot of the time he would stick up for his family anyway. He had nice friends, and was pretty popular in school, and got a silver medal in track when he was fifteen. Everything was pretty easy for him...well, then he hit sixteen, and it went downhill...fast.

"Do you reckon she's into me though?" Daniel asked, perched on the windowsill of Elijah's cluttered room, his legs half dangling outside the window into the cold night air. The only light that illuminated to woodland outside was that coming from his bedroom, and he heard his dads talking downstairs whilst watching something on the television. Taking an exasperated sigh as he realised what his best-friend had asked, Eli tipped his head back and spun around on the desk chair, staring up at the ceiling.
"Dude, how many time have we got to go through this?" The adopted boy moaned, rubbing his tired brown eyes with his fingers, "Just ask her out. It's worth a shot, right?"
Opening his eyes briefly to see his best friend across the room open his mouth and close it quickly, Daniel looked at a loss for words for one of the rare moments in his life, before finally stuttering out, "It's harder than that, man. It's Matilda-"
A loud crack outside made Daniel and Eli jump, forcing Dan to cut short for a second as they both looked at each-other. Then, just a fast as the crack had echoed out, Elijah jumped from his seat and was suddenly besides his friend, leaning out of his window and peering deeply into the cold and unwelcoming darkness. He squinted, struggling to see past the black and fog that curled out from his mouth into the night. He saw nothing, eventually straightening back up and shaking it off, shrugging a little. "Probably just an animal or something." he explained, throwing a glance over his shoulder quickly to find Daniel switching on the flashlight on the front of his phone, throwing a wicked grin at Eli as he braced himself on the edge of the second-floor window.
"Let's check it out." Dan smirked, dropping down into the night.

That night was the worst for Elijah; what had seemed like a trek through the woods with his best friend as a joke turned into much more than that; when all you suddenly hear is a battle-cry from the woods as a kid with a blade comes tearing out to attack you, it shakes you up a little bit. But, honestly, everything was a little bit of a blur from that point on, but all he remembers is his name; the kid kept talking about Gods and kept saying his name again and again and again. It wasn't until the kid, who must've been a little younger than the two sixteen year olds, reached out to grab Eli did everything start happening. there was a scuffle, which included Daniel ploughing in before the blade tore at his flesh right in front of Eli.
In the chaos and panic, the kid seemed to freeze as he realised what had happened and Elijah grabbed his best friend and helped carry his weight back to their house, where his startled and frightened dads rang for an ambulance to help Daniel and the grief-stricken boys.
Daniel died of his wounds in hospital a few hours later.
Just after the funeral, a group of kids came along to get Elijah in order to take them to this Camp Half Blood, but Eli refused to hear anything about it at first. But the kids promised that, if he travelled across the country with them, he would get answers as to why his best friend had to die and what the kid whom ran away as talking about. So Eli packed up and ran, putting his complete faith in these teenagers with furry legs and wielding blades. And he's still there now, a year later, although it kills him that his dads think that he's run away or worse. But he fits in here; what is there left for him in Cali, now that his brother is gone.

Name: Harri Veronica Lee
Nicknames: Harlee, seeing as it's a mixture of her first and last name.
Birthday: August 5th, 1995
Age: eighteen
Godly parent: granddaughter of Zeus
Place of birth: New York, US
Claimed: Yes
Year-Round or Summer: Year-Round, although only for the last year
Years at camp: technically, she's been attending camp most of her life, but around eight now

Appearance: You could run into Harri one day, see her curly blonde hair and then the next, be startled to find the exact same girl with brown hair instead. She never really stop dyeing her hair, although she now goes through longer phases of keeping it one colour as she gets older. Her natural colour is brown, and she currently has left it at that for the last few months; it's brown, wavy and just below shoulder length and she likes it like that for the time being. She always gets it cut to avoid split ends and she likes to change her hair. She's recently stop using longer extensions in her hair, so lately her hair has been shorter than usual and some people didn't realise that her hair was usually shoulder length and that she did have extensions to make it down to her waist.
But, like her mother, Harri is very slender and pale; she could be in the sun or days on end, but she will not go any darker than a light golden colour in complexion. She's not the tallest girl in the world, standing at a respectable 5"10, although she does sometimes where heels and such to make her seem taller. Lately, she's gone through quite the appearance change; she doesn't cover herself with make up any more or wear too flashy clothes. Now she just wears a pair of nice jeans and a leather jacket with boots, and wears eye-liner and mascara. She prefers the natural look, lately, and it's more practical when she has to fight or whatever. But Harri's always been a very beautiful girl, and if you can't see that then you must be crazy.
Personality: Harri could come across as the type of girl that, at first, likes to be in charge and have people following her; she's always been the stereotypical American girl that has always had the hot, jock boyfriends and hung out with the superficial crew. People whom whisper behind her back sometimes say how she's a spoilt, rich cow that just uses her daddy's money to get what she wants. That isn't exactly true; yes, she uses her father's money to do and get what she wants most of the time, but lately stands up on her own two feet. Normally, what she gets, she tries to give away to those that don't have what she can get. Hell, when her friend turned seventeen, Harri gave her one of her favourite cars. She wouldn't be able to do this if she didn't have her Daddy's money, but she does try and share it out as much as possible, and people don't seem to care that she does this.
And - ignoring the part of Harri that likes to flirt and tease and basically mess boys around like the player she most certainly is - she's extremely scared of commitment, whether it be romantically or in friendship form. She's been surrounded by people that have pretended to be her friend because of popularity or money, or by people that have been paid to be there for her, and she's always been used. The few people that she's actually been committed to have either left her or she's hurt them with her freakish abilities. Well, nearly all the people.
But Harri's a kind girl, and she really just wants the best for people. She will use her extreme levels of sass on you for a moment and storm off, but she's the type of girl that will immediately stop, turn back around and apologize twice as meaningfully to you. She just doesn't let enough people see this side of her, or the side of her that doesn't care about what she looks like or the gossip and just wants to have fun in a childish manner. She's really quite innocent in one or two senses, even though this is the last thing one would guess. She's stubborn, and has lost friends in the past because of this. In a nut-shell, she's a sassy, witty, kind girl that fails most of her classes because she doesn't put the effort in, and normally raises her hand to give attitude-filled comments instead of the right answer, which she secretly knows.

Fatal Flaws: • Apart from the fact that her own powers could kill her - like blowing a fuse or whatever - there's a massive pride thing going on with Harri; even though she will say sorry and apologise if she has done wrong, she wants to prove to people that she can do things herself without help or her dad's money or whatever, and therefore she will very rarely go looking and asking for the help that could really save her life.
Pets: Harri has a small, black kitten that she's named 'toothless', because he reminds her of the dragon off that movie she once saw with her dad clicky.
Weapons: Hah, please, do you see Harri fighting with her perfect nails and hair. No thank you. Just, throw her a celestial sword and shield or something if a fight breaks out, because that's all she'll use.
Talents: • Harri has a few talents; the first is the fact that she can shoot sparks of lightning and electricity from the hairs and skin of her body, although she needs to work on this further because a lot of the time she can't control it. If she feels too much of an emotion, her hairs stand up on edge and she's a shock waiting to happen if you come in contact with her skin at one time. If she's becomes to happy, you get a shock. If she gets too sad, you get a shock. Anger, on the other hand, is by far the most dangerous as she's practically a bomb. Give her a minute and she'll earth all that electricity into the ground, just don't touch her. And she should stay away from water, because she could technically kill herself.
• she should work on it more, but Harri would be able to make a small burst of thunder crack down from the sky if she put enough power and effort and energy into it, although she needs to master this further.
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Mortal Family: Gilbert Lee was quite the player in his time, growing up in the Bronx and being completely oblivious of his great parentage. He had been orphaned as a babe and when he was old enough to speak, he was being chased by a gang of creatures and monsters that a child could only dream of. He was taken to the sanctuary of Camp Half-Blood as he was revealed to be in fact a Demi-God, yet it took a few years for Zeus to finally step up and claim Gilbert as his own, and Gilbert never really understood why his father had taken his time in claiming his son.
On the other side of the family tree, we have Harri's mother; Matilda Wickmen, whom had none to very little recollection of life before meeting gilbert, although she lived in a small house with her parents near where camp was located, and had practically grown up there. She had always known that something mythical was in that area, although never sure what until meeting gilbert. She had been brought up around her intellectual siblings, and had matured into quite the shy and quiet girl. Well, until she met Lee that was; Gilbert Lee had had the reputation to mess girls around, but as soon as he had met the sweet and innocent Mati, he stopped playing girls like video games. They dated for a while as he finished and left camp, moving in together in an apartment in Manhattan when they were around nineteen. Even though it was accidental, the young pair were proud to find out that they were going to have twins when they were barely into their twenties. Matilda had been told by the doctors when she found out she was pregnant that there had been a very slim chance of her having children to begin with, and that giving birth wasn't going to be easy. She kept the twins anyway, even though she had been warned that there was little chance of her survival for medical reasons. During the birth - which had been a traumatic twelve hours for Matilda, and Gilbert had arrived halfway through after being stuck in traffic at a coaching session - many things had gone wrong which had had major consequences; one of the twins had a stillbirth and unfortunately passed away, along with Matilda. That as the start of little Harri's life; only an hour in and she had already lost her mother and brother, and now all she had was her dad.
Brief History: After that tragic entrance to the world, Harri was left with her scarred father after he lost a newborn child and girlfriend, and the two of them had briefly returned back the stay at camp around family for a while. That was probably the blossoming of Harri visiting camp so often growing up; Chiron and many others became quite fond of the young girl as she had developed from this young babe, and even though they went back to their apartment in New York to live when Harri was only five months old, Gilbert had had to promise to some campers that she would be back to visit as much as possible.
You see, the reason that they both couldn't stay was that they had lives in the mortal world; Gilbert was just grieving over his loss, still, but he was soon back to his job once he could get campers to baby-sit Harri two nights a week. He was a soccer coach for a league in that area, and although the money had been slim when Harri was young, when she hit about six, the team that Gil coached for got a promotion to one of the higher soccer leagues, and Gilbert's pay stacked through the roof. It was insane how they suddenly went from living in a dingy little apartment to being able to afford an actual house, and from that a bigger one again. It also helped that Lee had started his own business from home in which young children with learning disabilities could attend this soccer camp that ran every summer, and lines and lines of parents would cue up just to let their children attend was mind-blowing. Harri would stay at camp every summer while her dad rolled in the cash, making enough for them to easily be the talk of the area. Harri grew up attending a private school at first, seeing as Gil wanted the best education or his daughter yet didn't want her to go away to any boarding school; he liked the idea of her being able to visit camp whenever she wanted to see her fellow-demigod friends there, and himself and the few maids of the mansion liked the young girl staying home. But, when Harri hit a certain age, she asked her dad to just let her go to a normal, public high school.
So, Harri did the same thing that every other child does and grew up; she turned from the sweet innocent girl to a five year old that used to throw tantrums when she didn't get what she wanted, to a ten year old that spent more time playing soccer than working on her schooling. She went through stages as she aged, moving away from the spoilt young girl she had been into a better, kinder teenager; she was still a bit of a asshole sometimes, yet still. She started going to camp more than she didn't at that point as well, although she had always been somewhat of the centre of attention; she seemed to be surrounded by people that she would hang out with and call 'friends', but she only really ever had one best friend; Jackson. She grew up being able to have the best of both worlds really, even though she would face a lot of the problems that typical teenage girls had; her Daddy wouldn't give her too much, and she was failing classes and she was worrying that her 'perfect' boyfriend was kissing another 'perfect' girl's lips. She got a lot, seeing as she was rich, but she put on a show for most; they saw her as the funny, popular girl wheras a few of her real friends got to see behind the attitude and such; they got to see the sweeter, more innocent girl. And, up until the age of sixteen, she stayed at home with her father and his girlfriend and just went to visit camp after school to see her friends, but then it all changed.

"...and there was hampton on the left, and I tackled him right to the floor with my shoulder. I thought I was gonna' die in that last moment, but I slid back right to the end and scored the last touchdown. Coach said I saved them all from embarrassment, like. We haven't lost a game since "72 to the Daven team. I saved their asses."
Harri could've practically mouthed along to what her Neanderthal boyfriend gushed in the passengers seat behind her, pulling down the mirror in front of her and taking the opportunity they had parked outside his house to adjust herself and re-apply her lip-gloss. She smacked her lips, watching as she did so before putting her make-up back away once more, looking over at the blonde, chiselled Oscar once more. "Oh, thank God you were there to save their asses then, right?" She raised an immaculate eyebrow. At least he was cute. "Would you ever be there to save my ass?" She wondered flirtatiously, cocking her head at him and letting a small smile curl at the end of her glossy lips. This girl had been through boyfriend after boyfriend, never quite feeling settled enough to stay with them for longer than a few months. Oscar was the longest so far, having been with the girl for almost half a year now. They were making good progress, and Harri was starting to think that she actually had something with this boy; he wasn't the cleverest, but he was great at football and he had lucious blonde hair that curled in front of his beautifully speckled green eyes. Harri was actually able to admit that she really liked Oscar, which was new.
"I would save your ass any day." he grinned back, twisting his lips into a sloppy smirk that revealed perfectly straight, white teeth that just showed how much money his parents were on, like her dad.
Harri reached out to grab the front of his lettermen jersey between her manicured fingers, pulling her boyfriend's face closer and brushing her lips against his. "Glad to hear that." she whispered, closing her eyes to crush their lips together when she felt a spark of electricity jet out of her fingertips, right into Oscar neck from where she was in contact with his skin. He jumped, banging his head on the top of her Porshe and backing away. He cursed, about to say something when Harri tried to grab his hand to see if he was alright, then it only resulted in his being jolted further, the vein in his forehead twitching. "Oh Jesus, not now." Harri complained viciously, her dyed blonde hair practically standing up on edge.
Harri realized it was best if she left Oscar alone and went to camp when she shocked him unconscious.

So, after that traumatising event in which she almost killed her boyfriend because of her powers, Harri decided it best if she gave up on the 'mortal' life and chose to attend Camp Half Blood year around when she was around seventeen. She still see's and stays with her dad a lot, and sees one or two of her high school friends, but she's still Queen at camp; the gorgeous, feisty granddaughter of Zeus is of course going to attractive some attention. She likes to sneak out of camp a lot however, and she likes to sneak out of Cabin One at the dead of night to go over to the Hephaestus cabin and see if she can go top-and-tail with Jackson, or at least to see if she can drag him out to New York in the middle of the night in her BMW or on her motorbike. She's the little rebel; she gets herself into a lot of trouble, and when her father visits camp, all he ever hears is stories about what his daughter has done to cause chaos now, even though they tell the stories with a smile.