arden streight[rfa]

Name: Arden Streight
Age/Birthday: 16 / November 21st
Gender: Female
God Parent: Demeter, Goddess of Agriculture
Claimed: Yes
Mortal Family: Jonah Killian(Step-Father), Kerry Streight-Killian(Mother), Mason Streight-Killian(Sister), Devon Killian(Brother)
Years in Camp:3
Brief History: Arden was born in Southern Ontario, in a small town. She grew up surrounded by privilege; upper-middle class, white, free healthcare. She was spoiled as a young child and continued to be as she grew. Her parents, Kerry and Jonah, met when she was two years old. Jonah was a successful manager of a car part manufacturing company. He made quite a lot of money whereas, her mother was unemployed. Jonah and Kerry fought often but, seemed to repair whatever had been broken within a couple days. Arden was raised around shouting and her father coming home late from drinking at Moxie's. Arden realized that this behavior wasn't acceptable on the ride to the police station to pick up her step-father.

Arden and Jonah never really had a close relationship. He claimed he didn't pay attention because of stress from work but, she knew he just wasn't interested. When Arden was barely one and a half, Kerry was pregnant with her sister, Mason. Arden hated the idea of having another baby, and cried her way through the nine, long months. Jonah was annoyingly, over-excited. He would not shut up about the baby.

After years of adjusting, Arden grew to love her little sister and they became very close. When Arden was five, Kerry discovered she was pregnant with a little boy named Devon. The whole process of hating to loving happened all over again.  Arden and Devon were never as close as her and Mason were.

Arden was thirteen when her and her father were in a car accident. They were driving down the main road in their small town, singing along to some classic rock when, out of the corner of her eye, Arden saw a big, black spot. Whatever it was it was bounding toward their small car. She nudged her father in the arm relentlessly, pointing to the mass of black fur heading toward them. It was too late by the time he looked over. Arden was screaming and the hellhound had already made contact with the car.

Too the mortals, it looked like a normal car crash but, from Arden's point of view it was much more terrifying. Her father's body writhed and wriggled in the seat next to hers. Arden wasn't terribly injured. At most, her tibia or fibula was broken but, nothing fatal. She desperately tried to drag herself out of the wreckage, crying out for her father. He had stopped wriggling but, was still breathing. Strong arms wrapped themselves around Arden's torso, pulled her away from the car. The strong arms then went to retrieve her father, who had a deep gash in his side and a rib visibly tearing through layers of skin and muscle that hadn't yet hit the surface. Arden cried out for him, wiping her sweat-covered hands down her face. The person with the strong arms pulled her away, toward a van with a strawberry logo on it.
Physical Appearance: Arden has long, dark hair. Usually it's worn down, straightened or in its natural wavy style. Her natural hair is a sort of chestnut color like her mother's. Her skin is olive colored, making her freckles blend into her slightly darker skin. She use to hate her freckles, covering them up with foundatin and concealer. She has grown to love them though, as she has with most of her body.

Arden use to be extremely self-concious about her weight. She's a bit on the chubbier side, with big thighs and a curvy torso to prove it. She's grown to love her big thighs though, and the way they fill out her jeans. She's also grown to love the way he brown eyes turn to gold in the sunlight, and how her tummy jiggles when she runs or skips, even the celluliteand stretch marks that adorn her legs. Arden as a secret hatred for her arms though. She has these little bumps that look like goosebumps on her forearms, which are apparently called calcium pores.

Personality: Arden has always been a bit of a shy person.

She loves to be alone in her room, quiet and unnoticed. She still can't talk over the phone or order for herself at a restaurant. She's been like this since she can remember. Arden's mother used to scold her, saying she needed to get over this but, little did she know that Arden actually had social anxiety. Which, is not something you can really get over in five minutes.

Arden is a very likeable, friendly person. She is a bit distant at first but, give her sometime and she'll open up a bit. She doesn't quite like the idea of having a widespread friend group so, she usually sticks with the same people. Arden is also very paranoid. Its not rare that she won't follow up with plans because her head thought up this insane situation that might lead to her demise so, she just stays home. This is something her friends at home became very fed up with, to the point where they would tell her that they couldn't be friends anymore.

Arden has a slight bit of PTSD from her near death experience. She has nightmares about it, but not as frequent now. She still won't drive or ride in a vehicle. She avoids cars, planes, trains, and  buses at all costs.
Fatal Flaw: Her social anxiety can get in the way of whats really important
Pets: Two cats: a black, short-hair named Belle, and a hairless one named Marco
Talents: Arden is a talented artist. Her favorite medium is acrylics but, she would love to learn how to use oils. She also has a gift for gardening. Arden has kept a tiny succulent garden in her bedroom for years now. Although, her favorite plant is her golden barrel cactus, which is called Meredith.
Weapons: A set of knives that have pink handles and sheaths.
Year-Round or Summer: Year-Round but, goes home for most big holidays.
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