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She’s been claimed, the moment she’s stepped a foot inside the camp’s boarders. Chase is also an old timer in camp, being there for as long as her whole life. She was well known in camp as to being one of the oldest, which actually spent her days, living at Camp Half-Blood. She’s definitely year-round, but she plans on somewhat renting an apartment near Long Island to have her very own taste of the real world.

Jeanette Marie Theseus, Chase’s biological mother, was pretty, with big blue eyes, brown-ish red hair and a heart shaped face, but she wasn’t exactly what we call careful. She was young, reckless and egoistic. Having her parents being the 10th richest people in the world and being the only child, her life was literally all about her. She had everything laid to waste, everyone was looking at her every move, and she loved the lime light so much. It pained her to be out of the camera’s point of view. What more could a girl want?

Well, she could answer it with one word. [i]More. She was power hungry, wanting everything new, shinny and colorful. Her parents oblige, of course, as too they were too busy with their own personal lives. They didn’t care what she does with her life, as long as their family reputation doesn’t get stained in the process.

But the day they dreaded most, where all the reality of the world came crashing down on their perfect lives, happened too early for everyone’s liking. To have a taste of the hard cold truth, after living so long in the world of fantasy, it was painful. Unacceptable even to the rules they permanently set up in the household. Jeanette was pregnant. On the age of 18, she carried within her the small, fragile baby Chase.

How did it happen? Easy. Jeannette was looking for more. More lime light, more power and more attention. And she got it, attracting the wine god when she wandered into a night club one night.

She stumbled along inside, probably checking the new club out one night. And Dionysius was already there, drinking whisky in the sidelines, having his eyes glued to the bodies that tangle in the dance floor. Probably, he was already looking out for her. Because as she ordered a drink, he walked closer, attempted to interact with the mortal. Jeannette wasn’t exactly right in the head by then. Having taken a few sips of alcohol, her will was easily broken by the young, flirty and cheesy pick up lines of the god. But of course, since they just met, they weren’t exactly ready for anything.

Day passed by, and the more the mortal fell in love with the man. With his large gifts for her, for his sweet poems of unconditional love and for the fact that he was immortal, powerful, a god. Yes, Dionysus told her the truth, knowing that she’ll grow closer to her more. And she did, wanting the world to know that she’s that special to attract that powerful a man. She wanted him to stay, to love her all her life, to be the one she’ll call her husband. But Dionysus knew that couldn’t be. They tend to drift apart sooner or later. And what Dionysus didn’t know, Jeannette was already carrying a baby girl in her womb, the little sign of life in her womb.

And so, when Dionysus finally went away, leaving her heart broken in two, she was devastated. She tried everything. She rebelled, she locked herself in a room, and she even starved herself. But the wine god didn’t come back for her.

Then, when everything was almost fine, her parents finally taking a second glance at her, she was already 6 months pregnant, her belly as big as herself. Her parents were disgusted with her, for having a daughter in her womb without the father. They considered to keep it a secret, but Jeannette was already loosing the will on her own baby. She considered abortion, but her parents were full on their faith, they would never allow it.

And so, Chase was born into the world, secretly of course on September 18. But Jeannette won’t accept the child as hers, and the nurse considered on sending the plump, cute and pink child into an orphanage. But what she didn’t know, a satyr, assigned by Dionysus himself was already out to fetch the girl. And so, on September 20, two days after she was born, the child went missing. What they thought happened to the child was a matter of the family, but all they know was the girl gone, out of their lives for, hopefully, forever.

But little did they know, after a year in trekking back home, the satyr finally made it back, and Chase grew up in camp Half-Blood, where she truly belonged. She never knew her mother, she never would go to her father, and all she had for family were her half siblings and older campers in her time. She trained hard, to show what she was worth, and would never complain during punishments.

On her 7th birthday, there was some commotion in half blood hill. Some monster was attacking incoming campers, and she was considering in joining the defensive line to help save them. She was too young, and yet she was one of the front liners in battle. She fought with two dracaena, with only a dagger in hand and won. Supposedly, it went on for hours, as she dodged in coming enemy attacks, flinging medicines here and there, but in the end, it was already a winning war. And so, she had a first glimpse at what exactly could have been her life when she didn’t live in camp.

Chase is now 12, and she was assigned for half blood retrieval in Manhattan. This was the first time she was in the big city. And something hit her. She could try and live in the city. But then, the unimaginable happened. She crossed paths with her mom, who was now 32 years old, married and living her butt off in a studio designing program. At first, it wasn’t anything special with the encounter. But maybe something in Chase’s eyes reminded her of her baby. Because as she took a second glance at Chase, in the busy streets of the city, she broke down and wept, the memories of the past flinging back to her baby.

Chase didn’t know what to do. And so she ran as far as her feet could carry her. She didn’t know the woman, but she was oddly familiar. Like an old treasured memory in her head. And so she realized who exactly it was.

Chase gave up on the mission after then. She called a satyr in camp and asked if he’ll replace her, and he obliged. Fuming for an unknown reason, Chase stormed back to camp and for the firs time, faced her father. She wanted answers. She was angry, confused and just plain mad for being toyed around like that. Dionysus looked at her child, not making any second glances, and told his story with a tone of boredom. But in truth, he was proud enough to see his daughter rise up to be independent, unlike Jeannette. But Chase didn’t want any of this. She had a rebellious air inside her.

She can’t believe what her mother was, a teenage mom, desperate for attention. And her dad was just there, as if she wasn’t one out off a million, but one of the million children he had. She was easily replaceable, easily forgotten, easily absorbed in the back ground.

Then is where hold to camp broke hold, and a long time disorder in her arises. Kiara, as what Chase calls her, is the bad side of her personality, definitely she arose within all the emotions cooped up in her little world. Kiara was fierce, mad, blood lusty and scary, even for Chase. She’s the reason Chase gets a bad reputation, being rebellious. She hated the gods, and the life they throw their children in the mix, but she doesn’t despise camp. It was her home for 13 years after all. It was the only string that attached her to the place, and not go join the side of the titans. But as days go on, and she has to face the world with the cheerful expression they wait for her to show, her decision upon going to the dark side rises above. Everyday, as she place on a poker face she was always used too, her hold to camp lessens.

Chase was afraid that someone’ll get hurt, because of her, but then again, she couldn’t control her alter personality. Until now, the two personalities clash in one body. And the worst thing is, when you get stuck with both of them, you’ll surely be dead meat.

Chase, like her mom, has blue eyes and brown-ish, red hair. She has a heart shaped face and a slightly peachy skin color. Her soft pink lips is always glued with a soft smile and her features are small and gentle. She stands with a tall structure for her age, rising up to 5’7” the last time she took her measurements and has a little waist line. She has a sprinkle of freckles on her nose, and she also has a long scar, ranging from her right hand to her elbow. She is a left handed person but she could do as much damage with her right hand.

Chase’s fashion sense clearly rises above the rest. Not because she has as much interest in fashion as Aphrodite’s children, but because she knows nothing off it. Maybe the most fashionably accepted clothes she wear is a shirt and pants, but mostly, she dresses herself up like a boy. She knows nothing of make-up, fitting shirts or with short skirts, but she does wear shorts. Gussying up in the morning isn’t really important to her, and she doesn’t even care if she took a shower in the morning or not.

Chase was always confusing and weird. Not because of what she appears to be, but because she’s got a lot more disorders than the rest. She’s got multiple personalities. But don’t worry, she only has one, the bad side to her personality, named Kiara. Both of them has the same flaw too. With the sweet, innocent Chase, and the fierce, angry Kiara, both of the personalities are Power Hungry. They both are exceptionally bad when it comes with power, and they tend to want more.

None at the moment.