Claiming:Camp/Zaria Phaser

1. Name: Zaria Phaser

2. Gender: Female

3. God Parent: Apate, Morpheus, or Hermes

4. Species: Demigod

5. Current Age: 17 (and a ½) 6. Mortal Guardian: The State of Maine 7. Appearance: Zaria has a pale skin complexion and long, jet black hair. Her eyes are hazel and very bright. She wears a lot of black clothes and her lucky boots. She has a few tattoos as well. 8. Personality: She's not one to talk very much. She doesn't like to be in big crowds. She keeps to herself but she isn't shy. She knows when to speak up for herself and also knows when she's going too far. She considers herself to be passive-aggressive; passively getting under your skin then just about crushing your soul instead of actually crushing said person. Around certain people, she tends to change personalities. 9. History: Stephen (-ie if I have to use a girl’s name), her father, worked at a carnival. He ran the "World's Largest/Weirdest/Smallest/etc." sector in the carnival so, essentially, he was good with weird (even though most of the attractions were indeed fake). He dealt with winy, snotty-nosed kids and their boring parents, lousy co-workers, and even lousier attractions. So, when the carnival manager told him a new attraction was to arrive that night, he didn't expect anything of it. Stephen (-ie) led the loaders into the tent with the huge, boxed-in crate that continually growled. He asked one loader about what was inside. He didn’t answer so, he asked the others and they continued to ignore him. They placed the boxed crate in its tent and Stephen (-ie) gathered the lion-taming necessities. During this, a woman in flapper dress paraded behind him. When he turned, he yelped out, alarmed by her presence. She warned him to leave; telling him that the creature in that cage was not something he could handle. After many minutes of convincing and growling from the creature, he agreed to leave. She told him to never come back to this place, unless he wanted to be cursed. He was exiting the tent when the creature burst through the cage; a huge mass of fur and teeth. He looked for the woman, afraid she hadn’t made it out. Something pushed him, ending his search, and he ran toward the parking lot. He abandoned his car and just ran. A year later, after he finally stopped searching, he decided to return to the abandoned circus lot anyway, believing he had imagined her and her warning. The lot was torn apart; the tents were shredded and the rides were rusted and bent all out of shape. He walked into the tent and saw something feathery lying on the ground. He picked it up and examined, realizing it was the feathered boa she wore. He dropped it and backed away. She, the woman, appeared before him, angry that he didn’t adhere to her warning. She told him that he had caused her grave pain and that pain would be inflicted on him if he didn’t listen to her now. She explained how there was a sleeping child lying on his kitchen table and how he had to take care of it. She then told him that she was lying and that the child wasn’t really there, yet. She explained that the one dream, not nightmare, he did have of her was real and that she was expecting the child. He asked when the child would be arriving and she simply stated that she would be there in due time. And that time came. There the child was, crawling over him one morning. He was confused about it though. How can any of this be? He didn’t know the woman, didn’t know if she—if this—was all real or not. And then, one cold night, he awoke in a bed of blue phire that engulfed him. He still burns there to this day, in pain, as she promised. The child, well, she was taken into custody by the state. She was transferred to a boarding school in Maine that “took care” of children from one year of age to eighteen years of age. She lived there, dully moving through life with questions and… abilities she never figured out. She has kicked out of the boarding school many times due to her misconduct—pranks, cursing, explosions, ranting on about murdering monstrous teachers and students(and even the staff of janitors)etc.—but the state kept sending her back. Toward the end of her sophomore year, a selected few in her class were taken on a field trip to New York—she was highly confused as to why they would take her anywhere. She and the group didn’t go to the usual attractions of New York; they went through alleys and sewers and motels. The group slowly started to dissipate as they kept getting attacked by “homeless people”. There were originally fifteen in group but it shrunk to 6 quickly. Then they were split into 3, the others sent to California. Zaria and the other two, Cassi and Zane, were on their own the next morning. They wandered aimlessly, strangely avoiding all the obstacles they faced earlier. Cassi eventually took the lead in the group and decided to take them to the Brooklyn Museum. They got there in about three days’ time, getting lost twice. Upon walking up to the building, Zaria jinxed everything by saying, “Is it weird we haven’t seen any insane homeless people, mutated tourists, or rabid animals yet?” recalling all the monster attacks they’ve face up to this point. They were looking at paintings from the Spanish exhibit when the guards began harassing them. They accused Zane of stealing something from the gift shop from upstairs. Zane refused to cooperation, causing the guards to handcuff him. Cassi and Zaria tried to stop them but they ended up being arrested as well. They were carried off to the museum jail through a series of long hallways—that were covered in dirt and very cold—that opened to a burst of sunlight. “What is that?” Zane demanded. He had been thrown over one of the guard’s shoulder because he tried to run off earlier. He wasn’t facing the light but, the closer we got, the light shined off the walls. “You’re lucky you arrived when you did,” said the head guard. “We were scouting the area and Matt thought of the bright idea to check out the museum!” “Yeah, some schools have field trips, Doug!” “What is that light?” Zaria asked. “I won’t say too much—I want you guys to be surprised—just know it is safe, okie-doke?” They emerged through the opening. Zaria, seeing it was dark and all the forestry, wasn’t very sure about the safety they were promised. Suddenly, kids appeared from behind trees and out of trees and from behind bushes with weapons. There was a thump behind Zaria that resulted from Matt dropping Zane. Doug announced who they were and requested Zaria, Cassi, and Zane be taken to the Big House. After everything was cleared, they were moved into the Hermes Cabin. 10. Possessions/Weapons: A dagger she stole from a museum in D.C. (weird impulse; she was questioned but they never found it; they moved on because they thought it was a display sword anyway)

"Just... Be Brave!" (speak) 18:45, February 10, 2014 (UTC)