Claiming:Camp/Mæva Emilíudóttir

Name: Mæva Emilíudóttir

Gender: Female

God Parent: Boreas, Aelous, Zephyrus

Species: Demigod

Current Age: 15

Mortal Parent: Emilía Ásladóttir

Appearance: Pale skin, pale, blonde hair, pale blue eyes. Average height, about 5’4” or 161 cm. Average build, around 120 lbs or 54 kg.

<span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Personality: Mæva is normally calm and indifferent, but her emotions can flare up like a strong gust of wind and disappear just as quickly. She's a self-proclaimed introvert, but can still often be found joking around with her friends or joining in on conversations if the topic strikes her as interesting. Still, she's more of a loner when it comes to anything personal, preferring to keep her problems to herself and keep her distance from the problems of those around her. Paired with her general "I don't care" attitude, this has caused some to label her as "cold-hearted." She has a bad habit of frequently changing her opinions and being indecisive, and will often make brash decisions or leave them up to others.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.5;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">History: Her parents, Emilía Ásladóttir, a Québécois Icelander, and Boreas met while Emilía was visiting her Québécois side of the family in Canada. Boreas approached her one night as she was walking to her hotel room. The two quickly hit it off, and one thing lead to another. The two didn’t keep up contact, as Emilía was due to leave for Iceland within the next week, but Boreas did leave Emilía with a parting gift, a silver ring with a small purple gem embedded in it. Once she was back home, she discovered she was pregnant. Being rather independent and financially well-off, it wasn’t a bad surprise.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.5;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Nine months later, Mæva was born perfectly healthy. However, like any demigod, her upbringing wasn’t quite as smooth. As much as she tried to suppress them, flashes of anger would often get the best of her, and she would lash out at whoever provoked her. It was never nearly bad enough to get her expelled, but she went through elementary school in an almost constant state of time-outs and detention. Mæva and her mother went through off days and on days. Whether it was with homework or trying to understanding Mæva’s offbeat behavior, Emilía would quickly become frustrated as Mæva stubbornly refused any offer of help her mother gave.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.5;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">As the years went on, a rift formed between the two of them as this was repeated over and over again. Mæva became more and more detached from her mother without much care. Her mother had long ago grown tired of trying to understand her and stayed away from any personal topics. One evening, after Mæva had come home from another tiring day of school, her mother came up and said that she’d started to plan a vacation to go visit their family in Quebec. Mæva didn’t care much for her family <span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">— she had only met them once or twice— but she was excited to get to travel over to the continent. As much as she loved her little island, she didn’t get to leave it too often. She couldn’t wait to go see the big city, get a chance to practice her French, and experience something outside of Iceland.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.5;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Within the next month, the two had left for Quebec. They’d stayed at the same hotel <span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Emilía and Boreas had met at, Emilía once again describing her father from the brief time they were together. Mæva had heard the story plenty of times, and didn’t think very much of it. In all reality, each time she heard it the only thing she felt was a pang of annoyance. She couldn’t understand how her mother could talk so fondly about a man she had never known and couldn’t believe she was still so hung up on him after fourteen years.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.5;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“You know,” her mother had said while they were bringing their luggage into the hotel room, “this ring is all I have left to remember him by,” she sighed, twisting the silver band placed on her ring finger.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.5;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Yeah, you’ve only told me a thousand times,” Mæva mumbled into the scarf wrapped around her neck.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.5;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“I’ve been thinking,” her mother began, turning to face Mæva, “you should have this. You’re his daughter; he would want you to have it.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.5;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Mæva bit back a comment about how she couldn’t even come close to knowing what he would want and stretched out her hand hesitantly. Neither the ring nor her father meant anything to her, and she wasn’t one for jewelry. <span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:normal;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I’ll just slip it off when she’s not looking <span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">, Mæva thought to herself as her mother place it on her finger with a wistful expression.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.5;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Later that night, Emilía had begun another one of her monologues about Mæva’s father. “Oh, Mæva, I just know he would have loved you so much,” she exhaled, glancing out at the January snow falling quietly onto the Québécois streets.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.5;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Yeah, because he really loved you,” Mæva spat out, instantly regretting saying anything but being too stubborn to take back the words she believed to be true.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.5;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Excuse me, young lady, what did you just say?” Emilía snapped, the tension in the air instantly becoming palpable.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.5;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“You heard me,” Mæva grumbled, looking down at the floor.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.5;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“You do <span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:normal;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">not <span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">talk to your mother like that!” Emilía snarled as her face twisted into a threatening expression.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.5;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“You know what?” Mæva said, standing up straight as she got a sudden burst of courage. “I don’t care if you’re my mother; all you do is get on my back and talk about someone you don’t even know. I’m sick of it.”  She shouldered her small backpack as her mother stood gaping.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.5;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Where do you think you’re going?!” she finally managed as Mæva opened the hotel door.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.5;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“I need to get some air,” she replied and disappeared down the hallway before her mother could react.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.5;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Outside the hotel, the street were relatively empty due to the falling snow. The cold had never bothered Mæva; she’d assumed it was just a perk of being Icelandic. As she walked along, becoming more and more aware of what she’d said and the guilt starting to pile up, she was pulled out of her thoughts by a low growl down the alley to her right. Glancing up, she originally only saw empty air until a huge, dark shape seemed to appear out of the shadows.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.5;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">A flash of panic momentarily blocking her thoughts, the shape lunged at her and she instinctively dodged it by only a few centimeters. Turning around, the shape was now in the light and she could make out its feature. It appeared to a gigantic dog, with a ferocious snarl and bloodthirsty eyes. Her legs taking over, she sprinted away from the beast, not caring which direction she was running in. She could hear it’s footsteps quickly catching up, until a hand grabbed her and pulled her into the nearest alley. Not even being able to process what was happening, she passively went along as the figure dragged her down the path. Continuing to sprint, the figure in front of her began to play a tune on a small set of reed pipes. Looking behind her, she could see the beast beginning to become ensnared in a mass of vines shooting up from the snowy ground.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.5;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">The figure finally turned around as the malicious barks had finally disappeared. “That really was a close one, wasn’t it?” he laughed nervously, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.5;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Uh?” was all Mæva managed to say, being thoroughly confused and out of breath.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.5;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Oh, yeah. You’re probably pretty confused, aren’t you?” the person asked, the realization that this wasn’t a normal occurrence seeming to just dawn on him.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.5;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Mæva wanted to say and ask a million things: what had just happened, who was this strange guy, where did that thing come from? But all she managed to do was give a small nod.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.5;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Well, um, how can I put this?” he asked himself, scratching the side of his head. “You know the Greek myths? Like the gods and stuff?”  Mæva nodded again, wondering where he was going with this.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.5;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“They’re real!” he exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air. “And you’re the daughter of one of them! Cool, huh?” he finished, looking at her expectantly.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.5;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“What are you talking about?” she answered, looking like she hadn’t understood a single word he’d said.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.5;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“You’re a demigod! That’s why the hell hound attacked you, and that’s why I’m here! To take you to Camp Half-Blood!”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.5;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Uh? No?” she answered.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.5;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Wait, what?” he replied, obviously not expecting that she wouldn’t want to go with him. “If you stay here, you’ll just get attacked again, and probably die,” he said bluntly. Mæva took a moment to think to herself. This guy wasn’t making much sense, but it <span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:normal;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">was <span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">hard to dispute the fact that what had just attacked her was something supernatural. Something that could have come straight out of the Greek myths. Plus, she was beginning to dread the thought of having to face her mother again, which caused a wave of recklessness to surge through her.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.5;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Fine,” she finally said.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.5;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Fine? Like, you’ll come with me?” he asked eagerly.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.5;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Yeah. So, where’s this camp at?” she questioned, giving one last look towards her mother’s hotel.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.5;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Long Island, New York. I’ve already got a train booked for us. Another good reason you’re coming with me; they don’t give out refunds,” he laughed as Mæva gave him a look that hinted she was starting to regret her decision. “So, what should I call you?” he asked.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.5;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Mæva Em… Mæva. Just call me Mæva.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.5;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Weapons: Her ring from Boreas transforms into a bow. It can produce celestial bronze arrows, at the cost of draining the user’s own energy.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.5;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Vatnajokulls (talk) 04:52, October 14, 2014 (UTC)