Forum:Kia Neives

Name: Kia Neives

Gender: Female

God Parent: Athena, Iris, Nike

Mortal Parent: Robert Neives

Appearance:Blueish green eyes, shoulder length medium brown hair, average looks, 5 foot 7, semi-athletic, lightly tanned skin.

Personality:Not quick to rise to the bait; she thinks out her actions carefully most of the time before doing it, but if you do manage to get her mad, she is hard to calm down and will then act rashly. Not easily trusting. Often runs potential friends away by insulting them and being difficult. Can be arrogant, too sure in her own intelligence.

History:

 Her father, a college biology teacher, met her mother at a seminar where he showed his latest findings on the effects of bioluminescence on the pH of water. She met up with him after the seminar, and after asking several questions which required lengthy answers, they decided to continue their conversation over coffee the next day. Robert was captivated by both the woman’s beauty and her vast understanding of biology. They met several times at the same coffee shop, until one day the woman disappeared. A week later, a golden basket with a baby in it showed up at the door, clutching a letter with only one word on it- Kia. It was then that Robert realized he didn’t even know the woman’s name.

 Kia was an interesting baby- she was very intelligent, stringing words into short sentences at the age many children were first learning to talk, but nothing could hold her attention for long. She would move from one thing to the next, dismantling it and discovering how it worked only to bounce off to the next thing, leaving piles of now useless material behind her. Often, her curiosity would get her into trouble, but Robert couldn’t stay mad at his daughter for long.

 Her first years at school were very interesting. Teachers marveled at what she knew, but often commented on her lack of focus. The other children would tease her about her knowledge when she spouted out random facts. She began to get more and more subdued by this, until, in the third grade, she started to get more reserved, thinking more about how her words would be perceived than what they actually were. It was then that she started to get into psychology.

 By Kia’s 13th birthday, she had only two close friends. They came to her party, and it was going well until she blew out the cake candles. As soon as the last had been extinguished, the room began to glow a light gold. Kia, confused, was soon able to figure out that the glow was coming from above her head, and she looked up just in time to see the last remains of what looked to be a small golden animal. Neither of her friends noticed, but her father did. He sat wringing his hands, his face pale as a sheet. She asked him what is was, but he played dumb, pretending he didn’t know what she was talking about. She was frustrated, but knew that constant pestering wouldn’t get her anywhere. She filed the incident away for future analysis, and moved on.

 In her 8th grade year, just after she had turned 14, Kia met two people; Mrs. Prepins and Therese. Mrs. Prepins was the foul, old language arts teacher. She graded papers and class work twice as harsh as other teachers, which was bad for Kia as reading wasn’t her strong suit. She soon began failing the class. The other person she met, Therese, was considerably nicer. She was strange- she had a bad case of acne and in turned feet, which made her walking strange. She constantly wore long pants, even in the middle of summer, and her hair was always in a complicated, bushy updo which covered her entire head.

 Kia’s school year had been going normally until one day, a few weeks into the third quarter, she noticed Mrs. Prepins following her as she walked home. She thought it was an accident at first, but when she ducked into an alleyway between two buildings and her teacher followed, she knew it wasn’t. She began running, pushing past crowds, when she was suddenly knocked off her feet. The person who pushed her down leaned over to apologize and help her up when their eyes suddenly widened. It was Therese.

 Therese pulled her up roughly, dragging her along. “Is anyone following us?” she asked, and Kia nodded mutely. Therese swore in a language that Kia didn’t recognize before standing on the curb and hailing a taxi. One came, and Therese shoved a middle-age lady with her shopping out of the way, yanking Kia along with her. They got in the cab, and Therese yelled for the taxi driver to go somewhere called ‘Delphi Strawberry Fields,’ a place Kia had never heard of before.

 Kia looked out the back of the taxi windows, gasping when she saw what looked to be Mrs. Prepins- only this Mrs. Prepins had a snake for a lower half. The snake thing was insanely fast too, able to keep up with the taxi through the traffic. The next few minutes in the car were tense, Therese completely taut and on alert. The cab ride was relatively short- just a ride across several minutes of Long Island. Soon, they had pulled up to the bottom of a large hill, with what looked to be a smoking tree on top of it. Therese pulled Kia out of the car once again and began to run up the hill. Mrs. Prepins was still behind them, having been able to keep up with the cab for the entire time. Therese pushed Kia past the edge of the tree on the hill (which had what seemed to be a golden blanket on it and a dragon guarding it) before running down to face the snake thing at the bottom of the hill.

 The snake lady put up a fight, but Therese managed to knock her out with a kick to the forehead, splitting her pants down the seam in the process. She pulled out a pair of reed pipes and began to play, and suddenly, the snake lady began to slowly change into a bush. It looked strange in the middle of the hill, but Kia wasn’t complaining. Therese kicked off the now useless pants, removing her shoes as well. There, instead of legs like she should have had, Therese had shaggy goat fur, and hooves instead of feet.

 “What… what are you?” Kia gasped.

 “I’m a satyr,” Therese said, grinning, “and welcome to Camp Half-Blood.”

Weapons: Short sword Armgirl (talk) 00:28, February 28, 2013 (UTC)