Claiming:Camp/Hailey Erelite

Name: Hailey Erelite Age: 15 years old God Parent: Athena/Hecate/Pandia Mortal Parent: Solomon Erelite Personality:

Hailey Erelite is immensely interested in solving mysteries, puzzles, codes and symbolism. One should blame her uncle for spoiling her over with puzzle and logic books. Hailey is quite snobby and harsh sometimes and during first meetings, she'd be judgemental. She doesn't like losing in a fight, even. She likes control which surprisingly had perfectly possessed herself. Hailey is quite serene and elegant in some ways, perfectly calm even in rush situations which served as a great advantage in thinking clearly. Also, her love for symbols sprouted out her love in arts and crafts.

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Sometimes, it is better not knowing what's happening around rather than knowing something that could kill you. And that's what I wished never happened. My father's name is Solomon Erelite. I was born in Surrey, London in UK but after I was born, my father and I moved to Boston, Massachussetts, USA, for my father's convenience in his career. He's a forensic scientist, if I forgot to mention. My mother? Who knows who?

When I was growing up, I can perfectly paint my father's face filled with sorrow of which I suspected as grief from the untimely death of my mother. Or so as he said to me. I always admired as he helped work in solving mysterious crimes around the country and I learned a lot from him. He raised me as the days go by with love and care like what every child's needs. He usually brought me up to his work and tells me some stuff necessary for my future like him, in breaking codes, deciphering cryptograms and be critical minded. He would answer any question I throw at him with accuracy. In fact, for me, he is one of the geniuses that lived in the world.

But whenever I ask him about my mother or even about his love life, he wouldn't answer me directly and his words are ambiguous. Every time I persisted, his face instantly fill with rage at my stubborness. At that time, I didn't even know what I've done at all. My face would always mask a face carved with confusion. I mean, I shouldn't not know about it. At school, my schoolmates would tease me that I have no one in Mother-Daughter Day except for my Dad's co-worker in the agency to go with me. I mean, she is nice but she isn't my mother. They would turn away and murmur something mean behind my back and my shoulders would weigh down due to her absence. What happened to mom? That was a question I had longed to have an answer ever since.

And that was a wish before I knew of which I wanted I didn't even asked for it. One stormy afternoon, I had nothing to do more. I finished every puzzle, soduko, math problems, trivias and teasers Dad bought for me. I was like ten at that time and I didn't even knew what I was doing. I played hunting around our house and guess what I found under a wooden floor that creaked like hollow when I stepped on it. Dad's journal. I read his notes, the symbols and drawings he drew to form words. It wasn't easy to decrypt at first. I didn't even knew what it said when my father stood calmly at the door with creepy words of warning. I blanched and handed him back his journal then he closed his door behind me. My throat tightened in embarrassment so I went back to my room and for two years, pretended like it was nothing strange nor mysterious.

When I was twelve, while I was walking past the classroom of our English teacher in the afternoon when school slowly becomes deserted, I overheard something that I wished my ears didn't hear at all. It was hushed and judging from the tone of their voices, it was urgent like someone is standing at the brink of death. I was certain enough that what I heard was Dad's and my English teacher's voice. I managed to catch a few phrases like "Camp Half Blood", "Monsters", "Spiders", and "Demigod". At the word 'spiders' fear crawled my skin but when I heard 'demigod', I sensed something bad is going on. Then, a woman's voice, harsh and full of logic, joined the conversation. There were shouts that followed after a few minutes and I noticed that one of them is going to leave the classroom. I hurriedly dashed out of view and swiftly went home.

Dad wasn't there yet when I arrived. It's only then when I came into my senses what I had observed about him nowadays. The way he lives now somehow hardened him and he is acting strange and unpredictable. Then came the urge of mine to look for his journal on his room. But it wasn't there anymore. Rather, he just changed the cover then placed it among his stacks of books of guides in decrypting codes. I tried to read his language of mysterious symbols and sketches. One drawing caught my attention of what looked like a goddess in full battle armor and as few pages were scanned and deciphered, my heart sunk in time my father arrived dumbfounded this time. I thought he'll get angry at me, this time, but instead, he told me to pack up and that we're going to visit New York.

I still didn't understand what he was going to do but he rummaged through the attic and gave me a crossbow---to old fashioned for the modern generation. He taught me how to use it in case of emergencies, emergencies like when a monster comes into our house. On cue, a gang of laistrygonian giants tried to make us their midnight snack. It wasn't really of skill nor cleverness. It was sheer luck that I got surprised and shot them down. It wasn't easy at all with them towering you over and their fats are thrice more than yours. Luckily, Dad knows how to fire them and in the end, our house was totally trashed out.

We got to New York on a terrible way. After the attack, Dad taught me everything he knew about monsters and Greek Mythology then explained to me what I am and the dangers of being someone like me. I was quite uneasy trying to sink all in on one day but along the way, I somehow managed. Dad rented a chopper and we were attacked on air by monsters that made us crash in the ground at full impact. We managed to escape the chopper before it crashed down but I ended up being limp. And for weeks, we stayed on my aunt's vacation hut in Montauk. Dad told me there about camp, the only place in the world that served as a safe haven for people like me. And I ended up asking him how had he knew all about this and after so many years, he said the words "Your mother."

It was a moment of truth when he told me how they met---through his job at London being a detective. He was studying symbolism in art and they fell in love as Mom had helped him through. I asked him when had he known that Mom was a goddess and about all the things he had told me, he answered that he met Mom again twice this year. One, she told him to take me camp and at that time, she wasn't very specific in her warning and the directions. I mean, who can blame her? She only appeared to him for a short time to deliver a warning. Two, at the classroom of my English teacher which turned out to be a satyr assigned to escort me to camp. And at Montauk, Dad was trying to communicate with the satyr to get me to camp since he doesn't know the exact location.

It took him weeks to find us and we had been suffering ultimately as monsters come but we defend our vacation hut with all we had and slowly, we had been losing weapons. The satyr brought me a new weapon, a gift from my mother. It was a wristband with intricate metals that curved around my arm that when activated, it turns into a life-size bronze shield with spikes at the edges and the Ring of Gyges that makes the wearer invisible. After receiving the gifts, my mother claimed me as her daughter through a swirling cloud of silver above my head like a hologram. Then, we ventured to camp safely with two monster attacks along the way and arrived at camp in exhaustion with a broken arm.

Weapons: A crossbow, wristband shield and the Ring of Gyges.

~Math emagi cal

08:35, October 13, 2013 (UTC)