Claiming:Camp/Angel Korlov

Name: Angel Claire Korlov

Gender: Female

God Parent: Eris, Melinoe, Nemesis

Mortal Parent: Lukas Korlov

Appearance: Angel has straight chocolate brown hair that are one inch past her shoulders. She has a light gray, almost silver, eyes that are framed with glasses. Her bangs tend to get in her eyes, but she doesn't mind. Angel has pale, creamy skin that are soft to the touch. She is infamous to do everything with a twinge of grace and beauty in some way, even though it's unintention

Personality: Angel is very shy and softspoken. She'd rather choose books over people and is massively intelligent. She doesn't yell, fight, or shout. It's not her nature to do something violent. Angel is very nervous around big crowds of people and hates to do oral reports in school. Her voice barely reaches a whisper and her shouts are the volume of a regular speaking voice. Angel has a habit to twist her hair clockwise when in deep concentration. She isn't very social and tends to barely look people in the eye when speaking.

History:In 1996, August 23, a Dane, Lukas Korlov, was enjoying a drink of scotch in Stockholm at bar when a beautiful woman sat down on the stool next to him. Smiling at her, Lukas took a sip of his drink. The beautiful girl beamed a smile that made Lukas' stomach do flips. That woman would change his life forever. On July 10, 1997, Angel Korlov was born in Copenhagen, Denmark. Just after three hours of her birth, her mother left. Lukas understood--she had told him the truth how she could never mother Angel. Lukas decided he had to be strong about this for Angel's sake and raised her in the countryside of Denmark until she was four years old. He then decided to move Angel to a suburb in New York to start a new life. It took Angel no time to pick up the English language, but to this day, she still has a slight accent to her talk. Kindergarten was trouble for her. She found all of the academics and activities fairly easy, but the problem was her classmates. They'd ponder about her unusual accent and why she was so shy. She had no problem for five years. Until the fifth grade. Taking into note, one afternoon after school. "Hey four-eyes!" the class bully, Andrew, shouts at her. Angel scrambled to her feet racing to the school gate. But it was too late. One of Andrew's cronies snatched the hood of her red windbreaker. Angel whimpered, clutching her book close to her chest and pushing up her glasses. Andrew grinned maliciously. "Don't be scared. I just wanted to talk to my favorite Dane." Andrew said, his voice coated with menace. Angel's form seemed to shrink back and she pressed her fragile, small body against the metal gate. "Leave her alone, you cow!" a voice called out from behind Andrew and his cronie. Andrew whipped around to face the frown of Anna Black, Angel's classmates. "Or what?" Andrew said, shoving her. Anna frowned even more and a smirk appeared on her face. "Or I'll tell your mom." she said. Andrew laughed. "I'm not afraid of mom!" Anna raised an eyebrow. "Oh really now? Mrs. Clark?" Mrs. Clark, Andrew's mother, emerged from the bushes. "M-mom!" Andrew stuttered. A victorious grin cracked Anna's features. Once the Clarks and Andrew's friend were gone, Anna held out a hand to Angel. "You need to stand up for yourself more, Angel." Anna says. Angel shook her head, taking Anna's hand. "Well, maybe I could teach you." Anna said. They spent middle school together, Anna sticking up for Angel everytime. In return, Anna's B-C average report card rocketed to straight A's with Angel's help. Anna introduced Angel to her friends, whom welcomed Angel with friendliness that was so foriegn to Angel with her past speculations about her peers. Angel did encounter a few strange events. It started on her seventh birthday. A lonely silhouhette that only Angel seemed to see shrunk back in the corners of her eyes. She had told her father about it, but Lukas merely smiled, thinking of Angel's mother. "Don't worry about it, sweetie." he had said to her. It occured every birthday she'd been having since. Right up until her fifteenth birthday. The shadow no longer showed herself. Angel had been concerned about this, telling her father about it. Her father had a look of concern as well until he shook it out of himself. "Well, maybe you've reached the age where it no longer visits. It believes you've reached your age." Lukas said. Angel nodded. "Jeg elsker deg, Angel," her father said with a small smile. Angel smiled back at Lukas. "I love you too, dad." The next day, Angel burst out the door, feeling the need to run through the woods in the beautiful weather. "Dad! I'll be back!" she called. Her hair flew through the wind as she sprinted towards her favorite spot where a bridge crossed the bubbling brook. Her breath hitched, not believing what she was seeing. A large dog lay on the other side of the stream, lapping up water peacefully. It was huge. It's sleek black coat shined in the sun and it's giant frame was enormous compared to a human's frame. "WATCH OUT!" a voice shouted. The dog immediately scrambled up, snarling. It first saw Angel and she froze in fear. It started to barrel towards her when it's ebony fur was impaled by a knife. It crumbled to dust and Angel faced her rescuer. A girl her age with pale blond hair stood with a knife in hand. "Hi." the girl said, panting. "Hello," Angel said shyly. "What was that?" Angel nervously questioned. "No time to explain, we're in danger. Where's your house?" Angel and the girl, whom she later found out her name was Lily, sprinted towards Angel's house. "Daddy?" Angel called. "I'm in the kitchen, sweetheart." Angel ran to the kitchen where Lukas was found cutting up strawberries. "Who's your friend?" he asked, gesturing to Lily. "I'm a demigod. And your daughter is in serious trouble." Lily said. Lukas' face turned serious as he dropped his knife and ran to the basement. "How much time do we have?" he shouted. "Three minutes at the most." Lily said. Lukas came back up with a navy blue backpack. "Here," he said, slipping it onto Angel. "Take the car," he said, throwing the keys to Lily. "What's going on?" Angel's voice quivered. Lukas held Angel by the shoulders. "Angel, we have no tiem to explain. She'll explain. Right now you have to leave." he said. Lily grabbed Angel's wrist and dragged her to Lukas' black Volvo parked in the driveway. She threw open the door and Angel hastily jumped in. Lily fumbled with the key, thrusting it into the ignition. She slammed her foot on the accelerator and they speeded out of the suburb. "Okay, now I'll explain." Lily said as she drove. She told Angel that she was a demigod, half god, half human, just like her. Lily explained that all the Greek myths were true, and her mother is a goddess. She included how there are more, just like them. She told her about Camp Half-Blood, the one sanctuary for demigods. Angel nodded throughout the conversation. She knew there was something just not right about her that she couldn't put her finger on. This explained. Lily gasped all of a sudden. "Is that the camp?" Angel asked, pointing to a hill much like Lily described. "Yes, but look." Lily jabbed her finger to a space on the rearview mirror. A dog stood less than fifty feet away from teh vehicle. "Here," Lily handed Angel a celestial bronze dagger. "I can't take this!" Angel protested. "GO! GET OUT OF THE CAR!" Lily screamed. Angel threw herself and her bag out of the Volvo, bolting towards the hill. A cry of agony echoed behind Angel. She turned to see Lily sprawled out underneath the hellhound, dead. The hellhound faced Angel and Angel continued to sprint up the hill. The huge canine overtook her, though, and tackled her to the ground. Angel screamed and stabbed it in the head with the dagger. It was reduced to dust and she scrambled up and ran to the entrance, not looking back.

Weapons: Daggers, throwing knives