Claiming:Camp/Fallon Adventine

Name: Fallon Adventine Age: 14 years old God Parent: Mnemosyne/Athena/Pandia Mortal Parent: Andrew Adventine Personality: If there'd be one word to describe Fallon, it would be delusional. Most of the time, she's calm and stable but in extreme cases, she could be bipolar. Fallon is extremely stubborn and rebellious. Don't be fooled by her innocent guise, she can play her innocence almost too well. She considers a great library to be heaven and paradise. Reading is her only window to the world after being 'imprisoned' in a house most of the time.

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History: My name is Fallon Adventine. 14 years old... or so they told me. My father's name is Andrew Adventine. I was born and raised in London, England. But my grandfather told me my real name was Fallon Cromwell. Dad's name was Philip Cromwell. Born and raised in Switzerland. Which is which? I'm confused. The only similarity? The usual question: who and where's my mother?

My grandfather told me I had a past life, one that I seemed to have forgotten. He told me my parents met in a museum in France. Dad, Philip Cromwell, was a historian doing some research there and eventually became a tourist guide for the museum for a short time. There, my parents fell in love and bore me when they settled in Switzerland. Mom left us almost too immediately. She died at childbirth. Although, Dad wasn't even there when I was born. They just said I was delivered by a nurse (which turned out to be a trusted nymph of my mother) at my father's doorstep. At that point, Dad couldn't move on and life seemed to become meaningless for him. Even if I entered his life.

Like all other kids out there, grandpa told me that I was raised normally in Switzerland but not by my father, but his brother. Yes, my uncle had to take care of me since dad is constantly drunk and all that jazz which made it dangerous for me to live with him. Dad disappeared from the world when I was seven. It's okay. I have no feelings for that man who abandoned me after mom died... or so they said. Then came the time when I actually saw it with my own eyes. At a party, my cousin killed a huge man right in front of me (actually, the man was right behind me but I turned to see him fall and disintegrate) with a knife. I almost contracted deliria at that moment. Her limping friend was yelling to let's get out of here. I was still confused at what was happening. I was eleven at that time and I began to see things inappropriate for my age such as a murder committed by my cousin. Then I began to see it clearly. The man whom my cousin killed was a cyclops, the one in myths.

Her friend began to tell me the entire truth about the what believed to be myths. And about a camp. I'm a demigod, cousin's a demigod, he's a satyr. I could've fainted. Before we ran off to this camp, we head off to my grandfather and bid him goodbye, told him and trusted him with the secrets and everything I saw. Then we came across Lotus Casino while on the run after so many monster attacks. That's the part where my memory starts to blur. Something about fighting a bunch of unfriendly demigods (BC) there too (inside the casino) after trying to recruit us while we were playing games. They caused a distraction and I was dragged off outside the casino and I had no idea where my friends are. They injected me with a serum then, my memory was corrupted.

I was born and raised in London, England with my dad, Andrew Adventine, with love and care. Almost too much. They say I got out of the Casino after cuz and satyr fend them off. They told me I was babbling about my dad, Andrew Adventine. I couldn't remember much but he was waiting outside of the casino and took me to London. My cousin and the satyr were going insane that a random guy just took me and that's what put them to a foster home (which they escaped). But on this life, I was rebellious. He wouldn't let me out of the house. He homeschooled me, spoiled me with everything and had always been overprotective. I lived an almost too perfect life there. But there's one thing I didn't have yet - freedom.

That's the point where they came back for me. Those crazy kids (cousin and satyr) went on a quest to find me after three years. At that point, I got attacked by a harpy but they managed to kill it easily with the girl's deadly spear. I didn't even hesitate to escape and run to this opportunity. And I was free. Monsters attacked us along the way until we reached camp. The girl told me parts of my past memories. We IM grandpa and uncle as well and they helped me regain my past memory. Painful ones.

But one question still remains: what role did my current father played? A BC ploy? Whatever it is, I'll figure it out soon.

Weapons:

2 1/2 feet CB sword