Claiming:Camp/Winter Papakl

Name: Winter Papakl

Gender: Female

God Parent: Nyx, Aphrodite

Mortal Parent: Father, Lucas

Appearance: Winter has pale, thin,wispy hair; so pale it is almost grey. It dangles down, dead-looking, the ends touching her shoulders. Her whitish skin is bleached of its glow and colour, so she almost resembles a vampire. Her lips are a dark scarlet color; the only part of her face that is even in the slightest bit colorful. Even her eyes are dull and grey; they look dead and glazed over.

Personality:Winter is moody a lot of the time, so it takes a lot to become her friend. She is insecure and most definitely insane, dark, untrusting...and a lot of other things. She believes she has only one true friend on this planet; and that all the others could be faking, trying to turn her to the evil side. She dislikes anyone who is nasty to her, and considers them her enemy; she exadurates a lot, and jumps to conclusions almost instantly. The reason for this mood is because her father never really wanted a child, and sent her to an orphanage just 3 years after birth. She feared she was unloved, unwanted, so she moped around a lot, retreating into a seemingly impenetrable shell. Nobody but has ever achieved enticing her to come out of it and therefore gained her trust. She prefers to go out at night she likes to sit in the shadows and think.

History:

One dull grey Tuesday, Lucas Papakl,Winter's father, was out walking, like he did when he needed some quiet. He saw a beautiful, pale faced woman cloaked in night-black robes sat under the shade of the trees. He sat in a bush, watching her sit there, staring unblinkingly around her as if the atmosphere were new to her. He jumped out from the bush as the woman glanced backwards, her gaze hardening.

He cowered behind the tree, asking himself how he still had the courage to watch this woman when she seemed to sense his presence. Summoning up all his courage he walked up to the woman and gasped. She really was pretty, prettier up close than from any distance.

"What?" the woman had snapped, but her gaze had softened. "You look smart."

Lucas looked down at his shabby clothes. "Not really. You're really beautiful."

The woman fingered her robes. "Thank you... I am Nyx. What's your name?"

"My name is Lucas."

"I like you, Lucas." Nyx had confessed.

"I like you too." breathed Lucas.

The relationship grew to going out together to sit under the stars every night, staring at its wonderful cloak of black glittering with tiny silver stars. Nyx would seem to tense beside him, but that never struck Lucas as strange. Lucas was very naive, so he missed a lot. Indeed, he didn't even find it weird when Nyx announced to him; "I'm having a baby. Your baby."

Maybe he was too overjoyed for it to strike him as weird. He wouldn't have been overjoyed had he known what was going to happen. After nine months of intense love, Lucas' baby girl was born. She had a fine head of pale hair, hair so pale it was nearly grey. That very same day, Lucas found his wailing offspring on his doorstep in its black shawl. A note was attached to the crying infant's thin cover:

''' Dear Lucas,

Many would be jealous of you if they found out the baby was mine. You and the baby could be harmed out of spite...and I wouldn't be able to bear that happening. So I have fled. This is my baby, your baby. Please look after her.

I leave you one request; please name her Winter Selene Papakl. I hope you will look after her and cherish her; she is your last remnant of me.

Nyx '''

Lucas did name his child as requested, but when Winter was 3 he left the seemingly motherless infant with an orphanage, pretending she was not his.

When Winter turned nine she ran away from the orphanage and met a strange man while foraging. She went with the man, and saw him transform into a huge monster. An arrow plunged into the monster, killing it. It was another man, but this one was her saviour. He gave her his bow, and some arrows. Before someone else took her to camp, his words were "Use it well."

Weapons: Bow and arrow