Claiming:Camp/Helena J. Barlow

(( Okay I don't know what the fuck I'm doing but I'm trying my best and that counts for something! Below is my entry for a character, it's for another Percy Jackson RP I like the character a lot and really want to explore her more so here I am. I am super willing to change any part about the backstory since it's a wild choice. I was particularly inspired by the fact that Hermes is a guide to the underworld so I promise I'm not pulling this out of my ass. Okay, enough defense, here is everything, I'm still new to this so pls be gentle to this newb

Character Name: 

Helena Jolene Barlow

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God Parent:

Hermes

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Species:

Demigod

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Mortal Parent Name:

Bailey Barlow (Birth Mother)

Zacharia Barlow (Legal Guardian/Grandfather)

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Current Age of the Character, 

19

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'''Helena is a kind and very bright girl, protective of her friends and the people she cares about but tends to be a bit reckless towards themselves. Has an attitude of, “I’m just a dumb ass kid and honestly, probably going to die young. So instead of focusing on deep fear caused by a short life span I’m going to do the best that I can to make the peoples lives around me better.” She likes to make people smile, very much a trickster, thinks that chaos is the spice of life and serves as a reminder that you can’t control everything so take things as they come.'''

'''So pulling pranks, playing cards, and telling morbid jokes are all things she loves to do. Despite her happy go lucky attitude she tends to be a bit paranoid or generally anxious because of this she fiddles a lot, because of this she tends to roll coin between her knuckles or shuffle cards. Although that’s not her only skill, while she may not be intelligently smart, however she can smoothly move through social situations, read people, pickpockets and scam people with grace and ease.'''

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History: 

'''Once a young woman named Bailey McBride taught herself guitar so she can play for her towns local church. The same woman kept Johnny Cash, Hank Williams and Jimmie Rodgers CD’s under her bed so her father, a man who believed the music was fuelling fruitless dreams, wouldn’t find them. At nineteen she left home with nothing but the clothes on her back, guitar slung across her back, and a duffle bag hanging by her hip. A year later while hitchhiking across open country roads going from small town to small town. She met a man with a kind smile, salt and pepper hair and tattoos of angel wings on his ankle. Days where spent playing bars and small concerts, evenings spent with her head in his lap watching fireflies and star filled skies, comforted by the sound of soft guitar strumming.'''

'''At least that’s what happened according to her mother's diary, One of the few connections Helena actually has to the woman. What wasn’t included in the small traveling journal, was the time Bailey McBride had to return home voice hoarse, feeling scared and alone, with a crying baby in her arms. Another fact that unfortunately isn’t included in any journal or Helena’s memories was the fact that Baileys own father Zacharia Barlow forced her to sign over custody of the child, and never return to avoid any further embarrassment for the family. '''

'''So Helena grew up in her mothers small hometown in Georgia, first several years raised both by her mother and grandfather. This included a few foggy memories of a woman with dark curled hair, singing her songs to fall asleep too, cooking dinner together, before explaining with tears in her eyes that she needs to take a trip and never returning. '''

'''At some point in her life Helena hoped that her mother would come back for her but thirteen years of silence can change a lot of things. Thirteen years of being stuck with someone who thinks she’s nothing but a ugly paint stain on a family tree. Thirteen years of suffering and alone, thirteen years of losing hope because who would want to come back to a screw up like her? To summarize her childhood wasn’t the best. Her grandfather was a fire and brimstone preacher who never really wanted to keep the child, and only raised it because it was the morally ‘right’ thing to do. '''

'''He had plan to kick her out at the age of eighteen but Helena chose to leave early, read as runaway at sixteen. Helena started traveling, sneaking onto trains and the back of trucks. Homeless and running two and half years, and it turned out to be significantly better than living at home. Almost like she was made for it.. She picked up how to live on the street pretty easily, teaching herself how to pick pockets, picking up a few tricks from other travellers. Learning how to scam people, stealing money to pay for food, clothes, the ocasional hotel room, anything to keep this life on the run she cultivated for herself.'''

'''Things went well, minus a few strange encounters and some wild stories. Well it went well until one winter where she stayed in New York. Winters where always hard, winter meant less people on the streets, winter meant less ways to get money,  less warm places to sleep. Freezing down to her core and eventually passing out frost clinging her eyelashes, skin turning blue before passing out.'''

'''Helena’s dreams where always strange, although this wasn't a dream and more of a terrifying vision during a hypothermia triggered coma. She remembers most of it, a man with salt and pepper hair and angel wings tattooed on his ankles. She remembers hiking across a path rivers with white sand and dots of poppies growing on one side and a field with silver trees and thousands of faces on the other. She remembers softly spoken explanation, being told stories about her mother and apologies for not showing up sooner. Pride for how far she’s travelled, how she’s survived, what she’s learned, what she’s taken. She remembers a coin being pressed into her palm before sinking into water. She probably wouldn’t have believed it happened if it wasn't for waking up on the couch of a nice boy with goat hooves and the taste of honey on her tongue. The nice boy introduced himself as M.C and although he was a strange excitable boy, it was nice to have a friend and a warm place to sleep. From than on Helena stopped running, choosing to live year round at the camp, still getting into shit and occasionally scamming people with a smile. '''