Claiming:Camp/Jillian Ray

Name: Jillian Ray

Godly Parent: Astraeus

Species: Demigod

Current Age: 13

Mortal Parent Name: Wanda Ray-Sanders

Personality: Quiet and Anxious, but after getting to know someone will open up and be very friendly. Compassionate, wanting to help others, even at the expense of her own well-being. Naive in terms of love and human interaction, sometimes making social blunders and causing others to be annoyed or angry - which she's terrified of doing. Her biggest fears are of messing up and making others angry, of people hating her, and of being alone. Terrified by loud noises, but loves music of all kinds - in particular, soft music feels like the stars are watching over her. Also comforted by physical contact from those she trusts, such as hugging and cuddling. Sleeps easily and deeply when feeling safe and by friends.

History: Jillian had a rough childhood, growing up in Vancouver, Canada, never knowing her father and having a mother who, put simply, wasn't a good influence. Two years after her birth, her mother Wanda married a man named Darren Sanders - who at first seemed sweet. But as Jillian grew into her childhood, his true colours began to show. He refused to buy food or pay rent, he would push Jillian aside or worse if she ever moved in front of him, he would hurt his "beloved" wife. Jillian had one parent who didn't support her, hurt her, and was always distant - now she had two.

Somehow, to a six-year-old Jillian's surprise, her mother became pregnant once again, this time with Darren's child. For a short nine months, Darren was kind again. He looked after his wife, who was hurting and sad after the four long years of pain. He smiled. He took Jillian to school, he bought her a stuffed animal (an adorable little dragon thing that he called a "hydra" with three heads, which Jillian named Tooth), he even cooked meals every few nights. For a while... it almost felt like a family. Or what a family should be.

On a Wednesday afternoon in March, her mother was driven to the hospital by their neighbor John (Darren only owned a motorbike with a sidecar), and gave birth to a beautiful baby boy, named Lucas Ray-Sanders.

The family of four went home, a tired Wanda carrying a cute little sleeping baby in her arms. Things seemed perfect.

But the following years took a toll. Darren began to go back to his prievious ways, always seeming so angry, so violent. Jillian was afraid, very afraid. Her mother did nothing to stop him - if anything, she seemed enamoured with him so much that she didn't notice. Love, or the illusion of it, is blind - but in this case, more so blinding. Jillian withdrew, keeping to herself, rocking her baby brother to sleep in the evenings when he cried. Pointing up to the stars at night outside her window, Jillian felt calm, and so did little Lucas. It was one of the only times she felt peaceful, and unafraid. The little baby's eyes seemed to be in wonder whenever Jillian showed him the stars.

And so she and Lucas grew, and time went on. Her grades in school weren't stellar, and she was always on guard for whenever her stepfather's rage became tangible. But she survived, and cared for Lucas.

At the age of 13, on a Tuesday in September, she came home to find a scene of devastation. The house was in pieces. Floorboards ripped up, windows smashed, doors torn off their hinges, furniture smashed. The stairs to the second floor barely stood.

Through a doorway came Darren. He tossed over a backpack. "Pack. Go upstairs. We leave in a few minutes."

She quickly packed her belongings - some clothing, some Jellybeans she was keeping as her comfort food stash, Tooth, and her toothbrush and toothpaste. Following her stepfather, she walked towards his motorcycle in the garage, which was noticably lacking a wall and the door. Somehow, the motorcycle and sidecar were intact.

They drove. Days went by, they only stopped for food and restrooms when necessary. When questioning Darren, all she found out was "We were attacked. I'm taking you to where it's safe. Don't ask anything else."

They crossed the border while Jillian was asleep, and continued onwards. She didn't keep track of the routes. She normally knew where she was just fine, but she was tired and scared, and couldn't focus.

After a very long Journey and many days - Jillian had lost count in her disorientation and exhaustion - they arrived in what Jillian initially thought was Toronto, but was actually New York. Yet still they drove, until they reached a place called Montauk.

Darren told her to get out, and walk to a place called Farm Road, and find the address 3141. "That's what your mother told me to do. Kid... I'm sorry for how I've been. But you'll be safe here. I have to go and find out if your Mom and Lucas got away alright. Do your best to take care."

With a brief nod, he turned and drove away.

After walking for a while, Jillian finds the address. With only her backpack, she begins walking towards the hill ahead.

And so her experience in the world of the Greek Gods began.

She's been at Camp Half-Blood for only a few days, but she's learning to adapt. Kind of.

Signature: Not sure entirely how to add. Four of these? ~ I'll try it.

Flopfish3 (talk) 19:05, September 10, 2017 (UTC)