Claiming:Camp/Krystal Lannister

Character Name
Krystal Lannister

God Parent
Poseidon, Hermes, Zeus

Species
Demigod

Age
15 years old

Mortal parent
Tyler Lannister

Appearance
Arya Stark=Model (Please let me know whether or not the model is permitted)

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Personality
Krystal Lannister is a very nimble, flexible young girl who has learned how to be resourceful and persuasive in order to survive alone. She is loyal to her friends and is willing to fight for what she believes is the right cause. She is wise as well as stubborn.

History
My mom, Tyler Lannister(Yeah, we’re a bit of a fan of GoT), was walking along a beach when a surfer, who looked in his 20s, walked up to her and started to talk and flirt with her. They exchanged numbers and started calling and texting each other every night and day. Mom apparently, was falling head over heels with this dude, it was unbelievable. He even asked her out. She said yes, of course. So, they went on several dates with this mysterious man, who said his name was David for awhile. In about a year of them dating, he confessed that his name wasn’t actually David, but Poseidon, and he was a god, the king of the sea to be more specific. Mom at first didn't believe him, but after over 24 hours of Dad explaining and Mom asking him a ton of questions. He explained about Camp Half-Blood and in case they ever had a child, the safest place would be it, but mortals weren’t allowed inside the borders, unless someone inside directly gives them permission to enter the camp. Mom told him that she understood, but it still didn’t change a thing about their relationship because she was too in love to think about anything else. Well, one night, the two of them, went a little further(if you know what I mean). Eight or so months later, Poseidon said he had to leave for a bit. He said that he had to return to his duties for awhile, but that he would be back to visit.

It was July 12, exactly a month after Poseidon had to leave, when I was born, meaning coming out of my mom’s “stomach”. By then she married a rather gross man who was very abusive towards her and myself. I didn’t fully understand why she married him, until it was almost too late.

Almost every night while my mom was working, Lucas(my stepdad) would abuse me in almost any way possible. He would beat me up and torture me. I didn’t know what to do because he said it would get a whole lot worse if I ever told anyone what he did to me. I swore to him that I would never tell a living soul. I didn’t really have to because after two years of abusing me and well, raping me, he started to get “bored” with me and started with my mom. She tried to report him once when it got really bad one night, but he caught her before she was able to. That night was the worst out of all of them.

He locked us in a room with only a bucket to do our business in. Then after 13 hours of trapping us in there, he came inside with us. He beat us up, stripped us, and worse. It was the worst night of our lives because he showed almost no mercy and was a lot rougher than usual(it made Hell look almost like Heaven(note how I say ALMOST).

Overtime, I became more insecure and had a lot of trust issues with other boys, most girls were fine, but every once in a while there were a couple of girls that would set me off too. It wasn't necessarily their fault either, in fact most of the time it was just me. I just couldn't help it, and neither could they. My nightmares became very very bad.

For example, I had a nightmare of my stepfather raping me after a huge beating across my backside. I would always wake up right before he went too far though, mainly because most of the time that's when he stopped (if you're wondering, he has taken my virginity from me). They seemed so real, but for every fifty nightmares, there were two good dreams which were, one of a man smiling sadly at me and talking to another guy. For some reason, the man who was smiling at me looked slightly familiar to me. I couldn’t place his face, but something about his face looked similar to someone I had seen before.

When I was 10 years old, I was walking home with my best guy friend(no he wasn't my boyfriend, that'd just be gross, as I was TEN) when a huge ugly bird with a horrible haircut popped out of the forest. It came flying at me. I saw Ash(my friend) pull out what looked like one of those old reed pipes that they used to use for ancient music. He started to play what sounded like something from Katy Perry's new album, Prism, I think it was called. It's hard to tell what things are called when you have dyslexia like me. Suddenly it seemed like the plants and trees were dancing to the music as they whacked the bird with their roots and branches. Cedar played more music and the roots tangled the bird like a net or something. I asked him what it was, but he wouldn't say, he only mumbled something that sounded like harp. My mom found out about the attack and became stricter for some reason on some of the rules, for example, I had to stay close to Cedar in case something happened. I didn't understand why.

Well, after my first attack, things started getting weirder and dangerous. For example, when I was at home playing in the yard, a huge dog thing jumped out at me. Coincidentally, Ash was there and again he played music on his reed pipe things. The plants entangled the dog wrapping him up making the dog pinned to the ground.

After awhile, my mom and Ash both explained to me that I was a demigod. At first, I thought they were absolutely insane, but then they demonstrated a few things and explained what had been happening and what the attacks were about, and I started to believe them. Shortly after I was informed of being a demigod, Cedar led me to camp. On the way there, we ran into some trouble. Another one of those bird things(apparently they're called harpies), attacked us. Yet again, Cedar played his reed pipes and the trees seemed to attack the harpy. Finally, we arrived at camp after two harpies, four hellhounds(those dog things), and three empousi.

I was claimed almost as soon as I entered camp. Apparently, there was some sort of pact that forced the gods to claim their kids as soon as they entered camp and before they turned 13, and since I was 12 years old, Dad decided that it would be best if he just claimed me then. Later I received a package from my mom that explained it was from my dad a while back, and she thought I could use them. When I opened the package I noticed a dagger and a sword, both made of Celestial bronze metal.

Weapon(s)
Celestial bronze Dagger and Sword(Prefers dual wielding)

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