Jules
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S e r a p h i n e K i n g s o n “The worst pain isn’t that she died. The worst pain is that she died and I couldn’t do anything about it.” A Quick Flashback Present Day
I know it happened seven years ago, but it still haunts me to this day. I wake up every night with a cold sheet of glistening sweat on my skin, afraid that the nightmare isn’t over. It’s like a long repetitive cycle that replays and never seems to leave my mind. Sometimes I wish my age would let me forget things easily, despite me not being in my golden years yet. And, now, I am about to retell it; as vividly as I remember.
~ 2003
Mr. Hoolihan was drawling on and on about how sorry my class should be for failing his math test. Personally, I couldn’t care less. Math could go answer itself. Right now, I was busy taking in what a perfectly halved pencil symbolized. A bad omen perhaps? Maybe Macey would know...She was into all those mythology stuff. Or was it horoscope? Pushing the thought away, I further examined the two bits of pencil. They were perfectly cut; right in the center. What was whole was now half. A strange feeling in my gut made me shiver.
“Mr. Hoolihan? May I speak with Seraphine Kingson?” My classmates giggled and smirked, mouthing the words ‘I told you so’. Oh gee, I swear I didn’t clog the toilet this time. And besides, the first time was an accident. I was about to protest when the principal added, “It’s about her mother.” Another sinking, cold feeling ran through me. I didn’t need an explanation. Mom was sick with cancer, even the doctor said it was too late. But why now?
Without another word, I slung my backpack over my shoulder then stomped out of the room, slamming the door behind me. “Ms. Kingson,” The principal cleared his throat for more drama. “I’m sorry-” I didn’t let him finish. I ran straight out the school, out into the pouring rain.
~ It’s funny how doctors handle things so calmly. Probably the fact that they weren’t the ones at loss gave them a little ease.
“She wanted to give this to you.” Dr. Mendez held out mom’s vintage camera. It was the only thing she brought with her when she was hospitalized a few months back. Looks like it’s time for me to continue recording the memories. I tried my best for a thank you, but the words got caught in my throat. Instead, I took the camera with a small nod then sank into the nearest sofa, fingering the lens of the old camera.
My eyes felt dry. I knew the grief would come later. Now, I felt alone, despite knowing Aunt Catherine would come pick me up once the news reached her. The feeling of emptiness is just too overwhelming.
“You can come see her now.” Dr. Mendez stretched her hand out, assuming I would take it. I didn’t, for I decided that I would take those first few hesitant steps of solitude alone. ✠ B A S I C I N F O R M A T I O N Birthday: April 22, 1993 [17]
Gender: Female
Greek Deity Parent: Asclepius
Mortal Parent: Suzanne Kingson
Hobbies: Seraphine does not go anywhere without her camera slung around her neck. She’s an avid fan of photography and never misses a good opportunity to snap a few shots.
Pets: This question has gone unanswered, even by Serpahine herself. Currently, she is debating whether or not to adopt a puppy. Or a baby Minotaur.
✠ S P E C I F I C I N F O R M A T I O N A Brief History: Seraphine lost her mother when she was ten years old, and was eventually raised by her demigod aunt, Catherine Kingson. Her aunt and mother share the same father but different mothers. Her mother is a pure mortal, and her aunt is a daughter or Iris. Simple enough to understand.
Catherine cared for Seraphine for two years before leaving her in Camp Half Blood. Seraphine hasn’t left since then.
Physical Appearance: In simple terms, everything about Seraphine has small written all over it. “A mere wisp of a girl.” as her aunt often says. She falls at five foot nothing and continues to live with a twenty three inch waist despite her huge appetite. Her body isn’t exactly muscular or scrawny either, clocking in at just the right weight and proportion.
Seraphine’s complexion is fair, and her face is peppered with a generous amount of freckles. Fiery red layered hair frames her oval face; it sort of flips out at the sides, giving Seraphine a pixie-like look. She inherited her mother’s spring green eyes. “They look like grass turned into eyes..” she says to discourage herself.
To make up for her height, Seraphine wears extremely loud colors such as bright yellow and electric blue. What? Who doesn’t love the attention?
Personality: As a strong believer in the saying “Live Now”, Seraphine does exactly that. She’s an impulsive soul, often acting without thinking or analyzing. Risk taking is her life. After all, regret comes last.
But that’s not to say she doesn’t worry. In fact, she does worry. A LOT. Seraphine tends to be troubled about what happens to her friends. She can’t help but be protective, thanks to her past. This girl is the type to come running to the rescue without a back up plan; relying solely on intuition, nerves, guts, and a good amount of courage. Classic heroic blockhead.
She also has this thing for seeing the good in people. As if she’ll only meet them once in her life, treating them with kindness and trust. This welcoming attitude has helped her accept what’s happened and completely move on to what will happen next.
Fatal Flaw: Sometimes, her impulsiveness and deep emotional attachment to others can hinder Seraphine in regards to performing her best in the battle field. Sacrifice is something she’s learned to accept, and yet another thing she hasn’t thought thoroughly about
Demigod Abilities: When it comes to healing, Seraphine is pretty nifty to have around. She can heal wounds without having to chant a bunch of nonsense, in exchange for a huge pool of energy though. So, of course, she fainted at her first few tries but eventually got the hang of it.
✠ O T H E R S A Little Trinket: The day Seraphine arrived at camp, Aceso- her goddess half sister- gifted her with a small key chain. The key chain was shaped as a winged staff. Seraphine was a tad bit bewildered, but after a year she learned that if you will it to, the keychain transforms into a real staff made of celestial bronze. The whole thing is painted gold except for the diamond in the head which supports white fluttering wings. Asclepius says you use it to focus your healing magic.
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A s h l e i g h T r a c e "Don't you ever call me weak." The Remnant Dear Diary,
Words cannot express how deeply troubled I am. Today, I was thrown in the lake. Thrice, in fact. Of course by the same Ares kid that nearly whipped creamed me to death last week. Why, I’m starting to think that they’ve run out of others to pick on! It is very disturbing. Honestly, just because I’m one of the scrawniest people in camp doesn’t give them the right to do this. My self-esteem is almost completely diminished.
Dear Diary,
A random camper came up to me today saying that I wasn’t a true child of Athena. Oh, the nerve of that individual! Is it because I’m not as sporty as my siblings? Or because I’m weak? I hope my mother could give me a sign. This feeling of being lost is getting to me.
Dear Diary,
I think I made a friend today. If only she told me her name instead of walking away in embarrassment.
Dear Diary,
It’s best to tell you that I’ve resorted to talking to plants. They like listening. And I love being heard for once.
Dear Diary,
Depression has taken the best of me. Though, today I found something special when I awoke. A dagger. The moment I wrapped my hand around its hilt, I could feel its power run through me like a tidal wave of adrenaline.
Dear Diary,
Why did dad have to send me to camp? I hate it here. I want to go home, even if it means facing my dad again.
Dear Dia- Oh...FORGET IT!
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Staring down at the final entry of my old diary, I examined how I wrote every word. The Os still had open gaps, and the spacing was all wrong. In hindsight, I clearly wasn’t one to finish what I started. I was the one who liked running away; the weak one. Now I wish that I could tell the girl who wrote this that she was all wrong. She didn’t need to be weak. Indolence and weakness are choices, either you let them rule you or not. If I knew any better, I should’ve chosen the latter a long time ago.
Closing the hard bound cover, I took one more look at the remnant of weakness before shoving it down the trash can. ✠ B A S I C I N F O R M A T I O N Birthday: July 17, 1993 [17]
Gender: Female
Greek Deity Parent: Athena
Mortal Parent: Evan Trace
Hobbies: Reading books about renewable energy is her favorite past time. Practically her whole bunk is filled with chemistry, engineering, physics, and mathematics books. She’ll talk on and on about her theories if she’s in the mood.
Pets: Never bring this topic up when Ashleigh is around, your chances of getting scolded will heighten in ratio. Let’s just say a dog did eat her homework once. ✠ S P E C I F I C I N F O R M A T I O NA Brief History: This is yet another topic Ashleigh doesn’t like to dwell upon. But, for the sake of information and knowledge, she never had a good relationship with her father. He wasn’t one to sprinkle her with joy and love. Rather, he spent most of his time in the laboratory, cursing himself for ever falling in love with a goddess. While Ashleigh tried to win his appreciation, he just shut her out completely.
By the time she was 11, Mr. Trace sent her to Camp Half Blood. He never wrote to Ashleigh. The only thing she received from her father was a suitcase filled with clothes the day after she arrived in camp. In the suitcase was a note that said, “Please, just stay there. It’s best for both of us.”
Physical Appearance: Ashleigh carries an elegant, and somewhat cold appearance. Her slender body stands proudly at a height of five feet and six inches, in addition to the fairly toned muscles that have finally emerged after six years in camp. Platinum blonde curls cascade down to her shoulder blades, outlining- or framing- a heart shaped face that definitely doesn’t look like it wants to be messed around with. She has upturned- almost perfectly arched- eyebrows and high cheek bones, giving her a regal, and questioning air. Amongst all this, the feature that will definitely strike you first are her eyes. Ashleigh’s infamous almond-shaped steel gray eyes. Now this is a type of beauty you’ll see in nightmares. Specifically in living nightmares.
She doesn’t wear anything fancy, preferably a sweater, a basic colored shirt, and jeans. If she isn’t wearing rubber shoes, she’s wearing flats. You will never, ever see heels, dresses, or skirts in her wardrobe. Ashleigh would rather be publicly humiliated than wear those pieces of clothing. Deal with it.
Personality: Anyone who crosses paths with this person will know, almost immediately, that she isn’t the type you’d want to joke around with. Telling her to lighten up would put you on her list of utter ignorance. She’s extremely circumspect and likes keeping things the way she wants them to be. Several people comment on how serious her attitude is; her seemingly unwelcoming coldness and mannerisms that leave people asking themselves what they did to upset Ashleigh. In truth, half the time they did nothing wrong. She drives people away because she frets that everyone will start calling her weak. Ashleigh is afraid of opening up, for she strongly believes that you only get respect through fear. She doesn’t want to be viewed as the wimp who got thrown in the lake anymore, not when things have settled for her.
Despite the statements mentioned, Ashleigh isn’t one to be ruled by anger. As a child of Athena, she knows that you never get to deliver a message through anger. So she stays calm most of the time, or at least tries. Because the gods know how horrid it gets when she finally decides to lose her temper (this rarely happens though).
In a nutshell, Ashleigh isn’t one to wilt under pressure and will never tolerate nonsense. She stands for what she believes in, even if the whole world thinks it to be wrong.
Fatal Flaw: It’s pretty obvious, actually. Ashleigh’s fatal flaw is her unbendingness. She’s not one to open up to change; she believes she’s always right.
Demigod Abilities: The standard characteristics of a child of Athena. Mainly intelligence. Ashleigh hasn’t seem to show any talents for the arts. She can definitely draw geometrical figures, a bit of abstract, and stick figures. But that’s about it for her artistic abilities.
When it comes to battling, Ashleigh ranks well. Training is her second favorite past time. It’s an excellent way to vent out unsorted emotions. ✠ O T H E R SThe Unexpected Gift: A few years back, Ashleigh received a gift from her mother- the goddess Athena. She received a dagger. It’s roughly the length of her shoulder to her elbow, painted in a shiny silver. The hilt has her name engraved on it, and seems to glitter when hit by the moonlight or the sun’s rays.
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Brianna Brittany “Brie” McKinley ”Well, don't just stop there. Follow through!” ✠ B A S I C I N F O R M A T I O N Birthday: February 28, 1993 [17]
Gender: Female
Greek Deity Parent: Hermes
Mortal Parent: Elizabeth McKinley
Hobbies: She’s greatly involved in several sports, mainly gymnastics and cheerleading. When Brie has the time, she’ll practice her stunts and do a little stretching.
Pets: The idea of having a pet isn’t really interesting for Brie. Maybe because she doesn’t like seeing wads of hair on the floor.
✠ S P E C I F I C I N F O R M A T I O N A Brief History: Predictable. That’s certainly one thing you can describe Brie’s past. Everything was so monotonous back then. She would go to school, hang out with friends, study, spend time with her mother, join several different varsities and sports, try to keep her grades up despite ADHD and dyslexia, and shop. That was all mainly. The community was so tightly knit together that it made her long for something more- it made her long for adventure and a sense of danger. There were even days when she could picture all of it in gray. Like everyone was talking but she couldn’t hear any of the words they said. So last year, when Brie’s mother told her of the secret she had been keeping from her daughter, Brie actually felt like she had just been woken up with a jolt of electricity. That day, she packed and her mother booked a plane ride to New York regretfully. When they arrived, they both went straight to camp, said their goodbyes then parted ways. Brie has never looked back since then.
Physical Appearance: To start things off, Brie has been involved with cheerleading, gymnastics, triathlons, and marathons through the past several years. So you can roughly imagine how slender she is, and how well-toned her muscles are. Except that she isn’t exactly buff or too muscled. She’s more of the flexible and petite type. Clocking in at 5’3”, Brie was always at the top of the pyramid of her old school’s cheer team with a weight of 108 pounds. And, like most- if not all- cheerleaders, her hair is always up in a high ponytail. When it’s kept down, her dark brown- almost black- hair reaches the bottom of her shoulder blades ending in soft curls. Definitely nothing with too much volume. She keeps her full side fringe clipped unless she feels like putting it down.
Her complexion is somewhere between tan and fair, but not exactly sallow. Brie has a natural blush about her high cheekbones, as if she just came from working out (which might actually be factual). She also inherited her mother’s almond shaped, chocolate brown colored eyes. The only difference is that Brie’s has small golden flecks in hers. Something which is uncommon from her mother’s lineage.
Brie has a variety of clothes in her closet, so she isn’t really that picky. Her all time favorite would definitely have to be her jock jacket because she says it makes her feel powerful. Yeah, right.
Personality: Brie possesses, to a certain extent, a sunny personality. As cheesy as it sounds, she tries to keep a smile wherever she goes, as if there’s nothing pestering her or seriously getting on her nerves. Though, she isn’t exactly talkative or annoying. She’ll keep to herself when she isn’t talked to and would rather listen to conversations then add a comment or two before going back to silence. Also, she does have a great sense of humor and has a ton of corny jokes in her arsenal. Sometimes, she tells them to herself and ends up cracking a good laugh for no specific reason at all; leaving people wondering what’s going on with her ethical self.
When she’s with her friends, Brie is an absolute goofball. No doubt about that. She’ll almost always appear carefree, cocky, a tad bit careless, and lax; giving her the appearance that she doesn’t seem serious about anything at all. Which is probably true because when it doesn’t have an inch to do with sports or training, she tends to treat it with a passive attitude. Brie will definitely try to stall for time when you try to get her to do stuff she doesn’t feel like doing. And she will assuredly try to trick you out of doing that task, but it will eventually weigh down on her conscience so she’ll come back to you with a white flag raised up in surrender.
Being a total athlete, Brie is extremely determined and easily motivated- mostly in sports and preparation for battle. But once you get her started on other things, she’ll definitely finish it with every amount of strength she has left. She always finishes what she starts, for she hates to leave things undone and incomplete. Albeit, when she’s tired and needs a huge amount of rest, Brie will become lethargic and moody towards anyone who crosses her path. She’ll eventually apologize because that, too, makes her feel terribly guilty. Just don’t expect a quick apology though, Brie can be ignorant and too dignified at times.
Fatal Flaw: Her fatal flaw is her ignorance. She’s quick to disregard things, and she’s rather scatter-brained. Brie can also be too moody at times. This is something common among people who have a hard time prioritizing.
Demigod Abilities: Brie is agile and well-coordinated, a Hermes talent. She’s quick to think in the battlefield, often improvising last minute and setting up handy little traps just around a few corners or so. And, she can teleport but it’s exceptionally hard to focus on one specific location. Brie accidentally teleported to Africa once, it was really awesome seeing elephants and rampaging rhinos.
✠ O T H E R S Uniforms, Anyone?: Three days after Brie was brought to Camp Half Blood, a white package was given to her by Chiron. He said it was from Hermes. She wondered, then, why on earth was he giving her a present after all this time of silence and ignorance? Was it to make up for all those years of absence? Quickly, she tore the white wrapping paper and produced a brown shoe box. With a sigh of frustration, she uncovered the box and took out the gift from within. A ruby and gold long-sleeved cheerleading uniform. There were no words to describe how amazing the uniform looked, well, in Brie’s standards anyway. She reached into the box once more and pulled out a torn piece of pad paper which contained a short message written in greek symbols. Somehow, Brie understood what it said. “I’ve enchanted this uniform to help you attain greater distances in a shorter period of time. Your speed will greatly increase when you wear this. And I know you love cheerleading and gymnastics. Your father, Hermes.”
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