Claiming:Camp/Charlie Kennedy

Name: Charlotte "Charlie" Kennedy

Parent: Poseidon, Athena, Hades

Species: Demigod

Current Age: 12

Gender: Female

Mortal Parent: Hallie Kennedy

Appearance: skinny and tall with deep hazel eyes; light-brown hair (always in a ponytail) with bangs going down the right; glasses

Personality: shy, but can be aggressive when needed. Loyal to her friends, and will defend them and stand by them at any cost, but this can be used against her. Always speaks her mind. Always itching for a monster fight. Can get REALLY angry if her pride is tested. Tries to keep all the secrets she hears, never gossips. Loves the water and everything related to it. Is a good leader when the task is in her hands.

History:

Birth

My mother has a friend who lives in Florida. One February, she was visiting her for her birthday, and she took a walk along the beach, hoping to just get away for awhile. She saw a man sitting in a beach chair and walked up to him. My mom told me that he was the most handsome man she has ever seen. He saw beauty in her, so they walked together until sunset. Poseidon went home with my mom to her friends house. They were infatuated by each other, and everyone knows what happens then in a relationship. But when my mom found out she was pregnant, Poseidon left, leaving my mom heartbroken, yet she always told me that that was the best part of her life.

Childhood

I started kindergarten like a normal kid, and spent the rest of my elementary years pretty normally: making friends, doing homework, you know, classic kid stuff. But that all changed in 3rd grade. I don't live in Florida, but in Pennsylvania, so I have these woods behind my house with a creek running through them. One of the trees, a giant willow, was always my favorite. I took a walk in late spring up to that tree, but on the way, I saw a little girl. She fair light-brown skin the color of the tree and her hair was long like the willows branches and the color of the fresh buds. She smiled at me and went around the tree to where I couldn't see her. After recovering from shock, I ran up and looked around the tree, but the little girl was nowhere to be seen. Since then, I never went around the tree (until I finally figured out what it was). When I was in 4th grade, during recess on the playground, I noticed a m

an in a trench coat and fedora standing by a tree on the other side of the fence. The strange thing was, he only had one eye. The teachers asked him to please leave, so he left, mumbling in ancient Greek.

First Monster

I had this friend named Kyle in 5th grade, when I was 11, who I thought was very odd at first: nibbling soda cans, always wanting to go to Mexican restaurants, and never wearing shorts. We headed down to the park just to talk, so we sat on the swings. We watched as people passed by with dogs or kids on their bikes, but then we heard a scream coming from the other side of the hill the separated the playground from the field. Kyle and I ran up to the top and saw my first monster: a empousae. Her razor sharp claws were about to cut a mortal, before Kyle grabbed something out of his pocket and tossed it to me, a four-colored pen. He told me to push down the blue one, so I did and the pen turned into a gleaming bronze sword. I then charged at the empousae, with Kyle behind me. We made it half way down the hill before Kyle took off his pants. Underneath were goat legs. I stared at him in disbelief, but he told me to go. We ran down the hill and I swung my sword at the empousae, cutting off her head, turning her to dust. I was panting as I helped the woman up who was getting attacked. "I thought cheerleaders were supposed to be nice!" she shouted at me. I had no idea what she saw but I just nodded and said sorry. Kyle came down and told me we had to get me home. We quickly got home and my mom started packing my bag. I asked her where we were going, and she said someplace safe. We caught the next flight out of there to New York City. My mom then rented a car and we made our way down Long Island.

Arrival at Camp

We finally ended in Montauk, late at night and exhausted. We drove down an old dirt road to a hill. My mom told me to go with Kyle to the valley on the other side. I grabbed my trunk and Kyle and I headed up as my mom kissed me goodbye saying "Stay safe." When we got to the top of the hill, there was a valley full of buildings, including cabin like structure, a big blur house, an amphitheater and some stables. I could hear kids laughing and singing from the amphitheater. Kyle took me over there, and a half-man, half-horse turned to look at me from the center of the theater area, by a small bonfire. Kyle told him who I was. The man-horse came over to me, his hooves clopping. He introduced his name as Chiron, and told me to follow him. As we left the amphitheater, the kids started singing again. Chiron brought me over to the cabin like structure, and stopped in front of a sea-blue one. We walked in and I felt right at home: the windows looked out at the ocean, and there was a small mobile with pegasi on it twirled from the ceiling. Chiron said he would explain more in the morning, and he did. He gave me a tour of what I know now as Camp Half-Blood, or better: home.

Weapons: a four-colored pen with black, blue, red, and green, which can turn into a sword spear and dagger respectively.

SeaPrincess1122 (talk) 01:24, April 29, 2014 (UTC)

Comments
5th grade, what age is that? Also, no manticores. It's a difficult level monster and will not go after one demigod only.