Claiming:Camp/Arendelle Lumenite

Name: Arendelle Lumenite Age: 15 years old God Parent: Pandia/Athena/Aphrodite Mortal Parent: Samson Lumenite Personality: Arendelle seriously lacks empathy. She's fierce and despite of everything that she's been through, she tries to stay strong and tough. Her father is forcing her to be like steel strong. She's often misunderstood and no one usually listens to her so she stays away in most conversations. She always gets ignored by her father yet he keeps on telling her that pain makes people change and grow stronger but how he does it is already extreme. Deep inside, Arendelle is gentle if she could manage it, kind and acts in the most logical way. However, at times, she can be fairly unpredictable especially when the moon is up, thus, making her quite dangerous.

Appearance: History: For the past fifteen years of my life, I lived together with a madcap and harebrained father, Samson Lumenite, in Chicago, Illinois with a nice Stepmom and ultra weirdo... stepbrother? We're not even related in any case. No. A crazy, mad war historian and former police chief commander (got fired due to his mental disturbances) had unusually caught the attention of a pretty astronomer/astrologer (goddess) when he was sitting by the shore gazing at the moon. Then they dated and all those stuff until the crappy woman left me at his doorstep. He was outraged to have a kid but he was too 'soft' to just leave me in foster care or dump me in his trashbin so he raised me not too cruelly unlike my brother, but rather, in ways to make me 'tough and strong'.

But it was hard for me in school. Aside from the fact that I was severely ADHD and dyslexic, they kept on offending me with whispers about my father, mad, mental, crazy. It was hard not to punch them in the face. I was often kicked out on every school so I decided to study by myself. When things started to crumble for me and the fact that everyone seemed to start making me an outcast, it was hard to solely ignore and annoy Miles, my 'stepbrother', since I had no one now. Not even Dad. He had it easy, so quiet and mysterious. But before I could even talk to him without hurting him, he and Stepmom left and I'm alone in this world. When stepmom finally died out of severe anemia, I felt really sorry for his loss. After the funeral, I tried to persuade Dad to welcome him back afterall, where will he go to? But he refused.

Instead, Dad started to take me to Master Homer, a talented painter and swordsman according to Dad. So I started taking archery and swordfighting lessons with him. My life had it's great turning point after thirteen years when a weird huge rottweiler came barging in and trashing our house when Dad and I were having a talk. I froze when it came near and Dad killed it with a clean slash. Dad gave up hiding and told me the truth. That huge rottweiler was a hellhound. Both of us are demigods in Greek mythology. Our parents are gods and goddesses. They train to survive at Camp Half Blood. I fainted. No wonder there are always mess on every part of the house. The aftermath of their every battle.

I woke up in the car and Dad was furiously fending off a -no- plural... what are they called? Giant scorpions? At first, I thought I was dreaming, so helpless and dazed just watching Dad fight like a demon with that red aura. I desperately searched for any weapon at the backseat and found a silver bow and a quiver of arrows and a sword. I took the bow and helped Dad shoot the scorpions' vulnerable undersides. We fought them off but Dad was stung. He told me to get some ambrosia and nectar that he packed so that he'd be healed. Then we continued and pursued to camp after so many monster attacks. But none as fierce and deadly as we came across a manticore at the foot of Half Blood Hill. Tired, bruised and bleeding, we were at the brink of death in fighting a single monster when we had dealt numerous monster groups. I was nearly bit by the monsters if Miles and Master Homer didn't arrive and helped. Despite after so many things we've done to Miles, he helped. They helped.

When Miles was creeping behind to slice off its head, the manticore seemed to have sensed his presence that he was about to sting him if I hadn't intercepted and got stung for his sake. Miles almost went crazy and started yelling up ahead. I can't remember the details. All I see are blurry patches of orange colors marching in, yelling orders, metallic clangs then darkness. The next thing I knew, was waking up in a completely new place. Infirmary. Camp Half Blood.

Weapons: Sword or bow and arrows