Claiming:Camp/Arelia Night

Name: Arelia Night

Gender: Female

Age: 15

God Parent: Poseidon, Apollo, Ares

Mortal Parent: Lucianna Night

Appearance: She has long brown hair, with lighter brown stripes highlighting her face. She has softly pale skin, with a wierd golden glow. Her lips are naturally red, but she has no idea why. She is pretty tall at a good 5'6, and is very skinny. She has glorious sky blue eyes, with a black line around them. Yet again natural. She has petite feet, with a size 6. With delicate hands, with finicky nails. She always likes to wear dresses, and look her best, but will get down and dirty.

Personality: Arelia is a very sofisticated, posh girl. She always behaves well, always looks her best. She is very confident in herself, has no fear in talking to others, and putting herself forward. As she is number one. But other than that she is a normal girl, just loves to talk about boys, and just have fun with her friends.

History: Lucianna Night worked as a prostitute on the streets of Los Angeles. Though this was not where she met Poseidon/Apollo/Ares. One night that she was not working, she was at a gala her parents were holding. All dressed up, this was where she met Poseidon/Apollo/Ares. He was in a simple black tux, and there eyes met across the room. They danced for a while, staring into eachothers nights. Minutes later they were upstairs in Arelia's grandmothers room, doing the nasty. Nine months later Arelia was born. Lucianna's parents disonwed her, and she knew she was not going to live with the baby. She begged her parents to look after it, and sadly they abliged. After she had the child she went back to LA to continue work. And her parents looked after Arelia till she was 6.

This was when they sent her off to boarding school. Never seeing her, well very few days. She began to make a few friends, such as her first boyfriend, Reif. He was Italian, and sent away by his parents. Well that was his story. He went to a school very near, so they spent every free hour together. Until the day. They were strolling through a small village. When a rabid 'horse' ran across the road, straight towards them. Arelia, paralyzed with fear thought her life was over, she closed her eyes and waited. Reif leaped in, shoving her to the pavement, withdrawing a small blade, which he jabs into the horses chest. But not before the horse, actually a mad centaur, stabs him with a sword. The centaur crumbles, leaving a bloody mess. Seconds before Reif passed on he revealed it all. About him being a satyr, that she was a daughter of a god. All about camp. And the only thing he never got to tell her was where Camp was. Stricken with fear, she ran. Back to school. She phoned her grandparents, who just told her to stay where she was. And she did. For 2 years.

She acelled in physical education, amazingly fast. Strong. She failed most of her other subjects though, as she was not the smartest tool in the shed. She was always burdened down by the truth though, but had no idea what to do. She had not told her grandparents what Reif said, knowing they did not know. And just decided to put it in the past. Or atleast she thought she did. She was attacked 2 more times between the age of 13, the age of the attack, and 15. Once was by a sea creature when she was at the beach, but she managed to get out of the water in time. And the other was by a rougue harpy. Since she knew, she saw it as what it was. And managed to close the window before it got in, causing it to smash with a force into the frame, causing it to crumble. When she turned 15 though, she and her friends took a trip to New York. A shopping trip, they stayed with one of their friends grandparents. And spent hours shopping.

She was wandering around central park when she met the second satyr. A young one, just allowed to head off, in search of Demi-gods. It managed to catch her in the park, and tell her where camp was. Aleria both shocked and filled with glee, agreed to meet the satyr tonight. With all her stuff, ready to head to camp. She got her stuff from the house, saying she was heading home to her grandparents, met the satyr and headed off. They got quite far, making it almost to camp when they were disrupted. A flock of stymphalian birds soared from the skies, pecking them with the razors. They made a dash for it, moving at a fast pace. Aleria, with her years of running experience managed to stay at the head of the pack, and not get lost inside, but she then lost the satyr. Almost at the hill she put a last burst of energy into crossing the borders. To be met, with the wonder that is camp.

Weapons: A hefty solid gold axe, or a birch rod spear

Other Belongings: A small bag of clothes.

 Doo Doo Doo Doo.....   20:20, November 20, 2012 (UTC)