Claiming:Camp/Ashtyn Phalix

 Name:  Ashtyn Phalix

 Gender:  Female

 God Parent:  Nyx, Nemesis, Hebe

 Mortal Parent:  Jackson Phalix

 Appearance:  Ashtyn is 14, stands at 5’3, and weighs 120 lbs. She has a slightly pale complexion, and has a flawless face. She has soft brown hair, naturally curly hair that she can never keep down and ends at her shoulders. She has a fit body from all of her cat training. Her eyes are a soft hazel with a bit of amber around the edges.

 Personality:  Ashtyn is a child of the dark. Since her father abandoned her, she has been taught by cats. She is basically a cat that talks. She is sly, sneaky, cunning and manipulative but, she can also be a big softy. She hates when her softy side comes out and will deny if it does. She has a huge soft spot for animals and will protect them at any cost. She thinks fighting with weapons is unfair so, she doesn’t often use weapons.

 History:  Jackson was an intern at a free women’s clinic. That was the only internship he could get in the medic field. One day, the most beautiful woman he ever saw walked through the door. He didn’t know why she was there but, he immediately took a liking to her.

The Goddess, however, had other business to attend to. She needed to know if she was pregnant right then. She wanted to know if they offered free ultrasounds. However, they did not so, Jackson offered to drive her to the closest hospital which offered free Ultrasounds. She took it graciously.

It turned out that she wasn’t pregnant and Jackson offered to buy her a drink, which, after some persistence, she accepted. After five drinks they were at Jackson’s place. She was gone by the morning, which, Jackson thought was kind of strange.

For the next nine months, he continually looked for her, asking everybody but, no one saw her. He didn’t give up until he found a baby at his door step. He read the note attached and nearly had a heart attack. He was still in College, interning! He couldn’t raise a baby. So, he put her in the dumpster in the back of a fast food joint.

Just minutes from being picked up by the trash collector, a cat came to her rescue. When it decided she was no threat, it picked the sleeping baby up, mistakenly getting a name tag with it.

For the next 9 years, the alley cat clan raised the child as if she was a kitten. She learned to read when a mother in the park was reading to her small son. She quickly picked up on it but, never learned about writing. She soon found the name tag spelled a name, ‘Ashtyn’. She started to call herself that.

When she was 10, she was attacked by a huge dog. She had no clue how to beat it, so, she just began to run. Suddenly, a boy came and tried to attack it. Her cat family soon came and helped the boy beat the hellhound.

It began to happen more frequently, happening almost once a month. She soon asked the boy what his name was. The two became good friends and he was their in her times of need. Suddenly, on her fourteenth birthday, the dog didn’t appear. A Minotaur, however, did. She didn’t know how to fight it, so, she just kept dodging it, using the cat-like reflexes she had to keep her out of harms way.

However, the only nice things she had, her two white barrettes, fell out when she was front-flipping over the monster. As soon as they touched her hands, they changed into two daggers and her friend appeared too, in goat form.

Together, they beat the Minotaur but, not before it crushed the life out of her friend. She somehow had instincts that led her to Camp. The cats tried to insist on coming but she, knowing how to speak cat, talked them out of it.

 Weapons:  Two small daggers that change into barrettes when not being used given to her by her mother.