Claiming:Camp/Phoebe Lauritsen


 * 1) Character Name: Phoebe Rowena Lauritsen
 * 2) Godly parent: Poseidon
 * 3) Species: Demigoddess
 * 4) Appearance: Her FC is Melina Martin. PhoebeLauritsen.jpg
 * 5) Current Age: 16
 * 6) Mortal parent name: Synnøve Lauritsen
 * 7) Personality: Phoebe Lauritsen is downright messy. The word organized is just not in her vocabulary. If you enter the Poseidon Cabin, you'll be able to spot her bunk right away; it's usually covered in mountains of clothes and weapons. She's a complete and utter wreck, both with her things and her own emotional life. Synnøve often used to joke that it was the biggest semblance Phoebe had to her father. She has a big heart like him, too, if her mother's words were anything to by. She tends to get attached too easily and therefore forgive more times than should be, something that often leads people to think the daughter of Poseidon is as naïve as they come. She isn't naïve, she's just afraid of being hurt, so she lets it manifest that way. Granted it backfires and wounds her further, but it's not like Phoebe cares; it isn't a permanent thing. Phoebe isn't really all too mysterious, unlike the oceans her father has control over. She's direct and easy to understand. Phoebe is just a simple girl. Being mysterious and complicated, someone hard to get is just too overrated, in her opinion. There isn't much to wonder about Phoebe Lauritsen; she's attached, messy, emotional, daring, a complete wreck and straightforward. There's also her brilliance, but it's not like it's something she enjoys bragging about; she often leaves that to the brain spawns over at cabin 6. She'd rather not be called a wannabe or anything of the like by them. She's more than aware of her father and their mother's past, so she just wants to avoid them in general. She doesn't want to cause more trouble over something as stupid as that.  If there's one thing about Phoebe, it's her limitlessness. There's no such thing as boundaries to her; she does what she wants if she gets an idea she reckons is worth pursuing. It lands her in trouble frequently, providing her with more chores than she should take on, but it's worth it. Most of the time. This doesn't make her a good influence, but to be fair, is anyone? Camp is full of teenagers. There's bound to be a couple of troublemakers. Alas, that excuse doesn't seem to work with her older siblings, much less with the camp director. Maybe one day she'll get to shift things around, if she ever achieves becoming the counsellor or lt. counsellor, but that's probably too far off for her to count on.  Phoebe Lauritsen is dangerously loyal towards her siblings and her father. Her allegiance doesn't particularly lie with Olympus as a whole; just Poseidon. He may not have done much for her, but he was the love of her mother's life, and that's pretty much enough for Phoebe. If her mother loved him, she sees no reason to not herself. She knows and understands not all Gods remain loyal to Olympus throughout their years reigning over the world, so she's already mentally prepared for a case like that. Or at least so she assumes. If she's ever put in a position where she'd have to pick between her siblings and father, there's not much known as to what she'd do. The situation would worsen if her friends were involved. Loyalty is her fatal flaw; there's no telling what it'll cause to her if she's ever put in such a compromising situation.
 * 8) History: Phoebe Lauritsen was sired by Poseidon and Synnøve Lauritsen in Pocatello, Idaho. It hadn't been a one night stand, but rather a serious of shags between her love-struck mother ("gross. ugh.") and the Greek God. Synnøve may have loved Poseidon, but it wasn't a reciprocated emotion. Maybe he'd been infatuated with her, but he had a family. Not to mention, the fact that she was carrying his child didn't make the situation any better. He was forced to leave her without a word, leaving a bitter Synnøve Lauritsen behind. She wouldn't understand for a long time why he'd left, but she had a good idea. She assumed he was the kind of boy to knock a woman up and then run off like her deadbeat dad. Nine long months later, she gave birth to Phoebe Rowena Lauritsen. Even though Synnøve had come to the conclusion Poseidon - who had gone by the name Percival during his time with her - was not the kind of male you were supposed to love, she couldn't help but fall hard for the man. He'd been wonderful to her and their time together had been a joyous one, as brief as it may have been. He left her a lovely daughter, too. Phoebe had his eyes, something that made it easier for the woman to love and cherish her, despite the loss she still hadn't recovered from. She may have been the cause of Percival's disappearance act, but not once did she lack love from her mother throughout the years she lived with her back in New York, where Synnøve had decided would be best to raise Phoebe. The Lauritsen household was full of love, happiness and good times, until that fateful day on Phoebe's unforgettable 13th birthday.  Growing up, Phoebe was a complete and utter mess. She wasn't as refined and collected as the other girls in her class were; she was an uncontrollable little bundle. She was quite wild, always being loud and rowdy. The times she played rough with the boys in her class were more than she can remember nowadays. They were just easier to play with and funner to be with than with the girls. The group of boys she hung out with a lot were older than her, but not by much, so it was relatively alright. They were like her brothers growing up. There was Asher, Nathan, Chase, Lucas, Jackson, Derek and Mark. While the group began to thin the older they got, their habits and hangouts didn't die out. The group spent most their time at a beach near Phoebe's house, where the oldest two - Asher and Nathan - often held friendly water sports competition. Phoebe had a liking for surfing, yet, well, the waves weren't good enough. She had to make due with the rest.  Entering her pre-teenage years, Phoebe still had for the bigger part her best friends. Lucas and Jackson moved away to Florida, while Derek was forced to go back home to Seattle with cousin Mark. It was just her, Asher, Nathan and Chase. They were all she needed, along with Synnøve. They were her family, her home. The three were the brothers she never had. Brothers from other mothers, she called them. They were there with her through it all, never letting her go, even when she was at her worst, shortly after she turned 13. It was a hellhound attack. It happened early in the morning of the special day.