Claiming:Camp/Rose Daromin

'ATTENTION: I WAS TOLD THAT I COULD HAVE A WIP CLAIM FOR A MAXIMUM OF SEVEN DAYS. I STARTED THIS TOO LATE AT NIGHT AND HAD TO SLEEP. THIS IS STILL A WORK IN PROGRESS! I WILL HAVE IT COMPLETED IN 24 HOURS OR LESS!'

Name: Rose Daromin

Age: 16

Gender: Female

God Parent: Persephone

Mortal Parent: Ash Daromin

Species: Demigod

Appearance:

Personality: Rose Daromin considers herself an extrovert. She normally enjoys the company of others and is a natural chatterbox when with said others; never really knowing when to chill out. This friendly and talkative disposition can make her seem childish or inattentive, which isn't necessarily wrong at times. Additionally, Rose acts laid-back in most scenarios, never appearing to take anything too too seriously. She frequently attempts to deflect insults and negative views upon herself away from her with this attitude, but in all honestly she takes those less-than cheerful acts to heart. She also has a love for the outdoors and prefers to spend her time not in a cabin but outside around it. Even in the fall and winter months, with a sturdy coat and some gloves, Rose would like to be out in the leaves or the snow.

History: Ash Daromin, clear-sighted mortal, was a sensation coming out of college. He studied biology and wound up opening a floral shop in his hometown of Worcester, Massachusetts after graduation. Because it was his sole source of income, he needed to keep it running through the winter. Utilizing the walls of his store into a makeshift greenhouse, he kept his plants and flowers indoors during that time of year and became a hotspot for Thanksgiving, Christmas, and Valentine's Day floral decor. Over the course of two years running "Daromin's Floral Emporium," he saw the popularity of his shop grow across the city, drawing in lots and lots of customers from many backgrounds. So when the first words of a woman in a paisley scarf when she entered the shop were "It's been so long," he didn't even bat an eye. The woman ended up not buying anything for a notable amount of time. Instead, she browsed his collection of flowers for ten minutes before Ash decided to approach her. "So you like the flowers, huh?"

The woman smiled and told him that they were the first flowers she had seen in quite a while, and that they were just magnificent. Of course, Ash found it a little odd that she hadn't seen any plantlife in any other places across town, but hey, the customer's always right. The woman eventually purchased two custom bouquets from his selection and introduced herself as Persephone; "like the goddess," she said and left. Amused by her spectacle, Ash was pleasantly surprised when she returned the next day and bought a third bouquet. She didn't reveal what they were all for, but instead broke into conversation about how he continued to grow such beautiful plants throughout the cold and snow that comes with living in New England. The two conversed for at least an hour as Ash showed Persephone the garden he retained with an elaborate covering. In her presence, the garden seemed to visibly flourish. And when Persephone admitted to her interest in gardening, Ash immediately invited her to return and help out if she wanted. He was both curious about and attracted to this woman, and though Persephone wouldn't have said it out loud, she felt the same about him. So she did return for days in a row. She knew exactly what each flower needed at any given time and could maintain the entire garden on her own. After a few weeks of her periodic visits to the store, the two simultaneously confessed their love. Two weeks after they revealed their love and frankly slept together, Persephone disappeared.

Ash waited for months for her return, but she didn't come again through the rest of the summer and throughout the winter. It wasn't until the end of the next year's March that Ash heard any word from her. Within days of her original appearance the previous year, a strong gust of wind blew open the door to the shop. Ash went to close it, but he stopped once he saw what was left at his doorstep. A box made of sturdy cedar wood the size of an air conditioner and a green swaddle that smelled strongly of spring pollen wrapped around an infant with hazel eyes just like her father sat on the stone steps leading to the doorway. Ash quickly swept the two deliveries up off the ground and closed shop immediately.

The infant was named Rose, and when Ash decided moments later that this child had to be his own, she adopted his surname of Daromin. Inside the box Rose came with were a sickle in a bronze-like metal Ash had never seen before, a glass bottle containing an orange liquid that something inside Ash told him he shouldn't touch, and finally, a note concealed in an envelope with a flower instead of a wax seal. The note, written by the long-since Persephone, describes how she didn't think she was going to have a child and got flustered. She goes on to talk about her state of being immortal and how Rose is his child to raise, and eventually send to some sort of Camp on Long Island. Writing 90% of the letter off as fiction, he stuffed the box and letter away in the basement of the store, planning on it never seeing the light of day.

From then on, Rose Daromin grew up with her single father without any knowledge of her godly parentage. She lead a relatively normal childhood. At age seven, she started helping her dad out in the shop by tending to the garden. Just like her mother, she had a supernatural green thumb. The next year, she was diagnosed with ADHD.

Her first encounter with monsters in general was when she was twelve years old. It was December and she was taking out the trash while Ash was out performing errands. In the dark space of lot behind the store, she saw a pair of red beady eyes. She originally thought it was a bear and went to take a closer look. When she got within thirty feet of the creature, she found the correct lighting to view it properly. She dropped the trash bag and ran inside upon seeing the Hellhound. It bounded after her but she was far enough away that she scrambled inside and locked the door before it reached her. The Hellhound clawed at the door and after a few seconds, tore the wooden door apart so that it could squeeze through the doorframe. Coming to her wits just in time, Rose stumbled madly down the basement stairs, slamming that door behind her too. Her original thought was to find weed killer and spray it upon whatever was chasing her, but what she stumbled upon instead was what she required all along: Persephone's forgotten box. She drew the sickle from the box, familiar with what it was from its use in farms. When the Hellhound burst down the stairs, Rose backed into a corner. The thing snarled and growled, but kept its distance for a moment upon seeing the Celestial Bronze blade. When it leaped in for the kill, Rose swung the sickle wildly in front of her. Because there was only one way the Hellhound could attack her, it ran itself through and turned into dust. When Ash returned to find the front door smashed and the basement torn apart, he thought it was an animal attack. Matching Rose's frantic description to a bear, he wrote off her description of the beast turning to dust as panicked misinformation. The bear had just run off. A police report was filed but Animal Control couldn't find the supposed raging bear.

The next and biggest attack happened the November while Rose was fifteen. By that time, the door and basement had both been fixed and Rose had had an brief experience of seeing a cyclops on the way to school, without engagement. It was a chillier November that year.

Weapons: Rose has a Celestial Bronze sickle, about two feet in length. She usually attaches it at the waist without a holster.