Claiming:Camp/Danielle Alvarez

Name: Danielle Alvarez Age: 16 years old Godly Parent: Eros/Apollo/Hades Mortal Parent: Lilianne Alvarez Personality: Danielle Alvarez is always caring to the core once a person gains her complete trust (which is never hard). She can turn out to be very defensive to those people whom she cares. She's fierce when provoked and would never get down on a fight. Although many people would point out her beauty, she hates being the center of attention. She doesn't like to be humiliated. Danielle has an interest with photography and has a sense of fashion. However, like before, she doesn't like to be the center of the attraction.

Appearance:

History: Some time of the year, I was born in Spain to Lilianne Alvarez. I lived in Madrid, Spain until I was seven then we moved to Mexico for the rest of my life. Why? Mom died due to heart failure a few months later after I was born. I had a stepdad, see. She married him before I was even born. He thought I was their first child but it turned out that he was cheated by Mom. Geez. He learned the painful truth on Mom's last words the night before she died. And when he learned about this, he sought a new bride and had a daughter.

The problem? They never made things easy for me. Treated me like an outcast, like I never existed, like I'm a servant to my own home. Or could I even call it a home without love and harmony? My stepmom treated me like dirt for years whenever she'd hear someone call me a pretty young lady, just like my Mom. Stepdad didn't really care about me as I grew. Never once in my life had talked to me unless it has something to do with my problems, difference and Mom. My half-sisters were mean and unkind to me and acted as if I wasn't part of their family and even see me stand as a maid. They never even gave me clean clothes to wear---always looking like rags. And when the final straw was placed, I gave up and sought refuge to my grandfather in Carson, Nevada when I was eight.

He loved me always. Those are the general words to describe. He even taught me archery when I saw him shooting arrows on target bats in the woods after he would take shots with his camera with the flora and fauna of the woods. It reminded him of my mother. He told me Mom's love story with my real dad when storm raged on the country. She was a photographer in a fashion company and a stylist as well. In the photo studio, that's where she met Dad. He asked Mom for some photo sessions and as they do, they fell in love with each other. Their love was intense that Mom was even willing to break the vows of marriage she made with my stepdad.

Then he told me about the spiked bracelet that I wore. Dad gave it to me when I was an infant, to protect me from the dangers of the world. And I never knew what kind of dangers the world would give me until life had its turning point when I was fourteen. I was attacked by a monster while I was riding a bus. It was more of screams and runs rather than combating and fighting it off. I dunno the heck of the creatures but (I thought) it must have something to do when I stole a book from the library. She was our librarian slash harpy, or so my protector said. Panicked much from having my face disfigured, i shoved the bracelet on its throat, feeling the slimy and gross insides of the monster. And once it distintegrated, a voice came from behind and told me that the bracelet was made of celestial bronze---an element fatal to monsters such as those. He gave me a bow and a quiver of arrows after the incident. He told me that we must leave as soon as possible.

But before we do, I went back to Grandpa and told him everything the satyr told me. The Greek gods and goddesses, monsters, camp and stuffs like that. As we explained, he looked somewhat pained yet agreed eventually. Along the way to camp, we were constantly attacked by monsters but somehow, we managed to make it to its borders alive.

Weapons: Bow and arrow.

 Curiosity will conquer fear, even more than bravery will. ☽Mathemagician ☾