Archived:Payton Freiretaille

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Personality
If there’s one word to describe Payton, it would be tricky. Even as a child, she exhibits deliberate deceit and deception which she finds very amusing. But she’s also helpful in any case if she’s in the mood but if she feels negative towards the person whom she helped, that help would always have a sting in the tail. She’s a trickster at heart. Even so, Payton is very sly and at the same time, clever. Everything she does, it’s always up to no good. Many people had impressions of her being eccentric and merciless. She’s often misunderstood that makes it all the more reason for her to make things worse for them. Payton is as well easily bored.

History
My father’s name is Samuel Freiretaille of Los Angeles, California. But when I was born, we moved to Ontario, Canada to start anew, near the McLairds. There, I met their daughter, Felicity McLaird, and later over the years as childhood playmates, I found out we share the same ‘curse’ and that’s what brought us closer together. Whenever I ask Dad why we moved, he often replies, “The house in LA is full of painful memories,” Of what, I don’t know. And that is until one night after thirteen years of wait.

I was half-awake that time. There were hushed voices behind my bedroom door – men and women. Curious, I got up and try to hear what they are fussing about but couldn’t extract much. I only managed to get the gist of what they were talking about – Felicity and me. The men’s voices I can identify, my Dad’s and Felicity’s but the women? No idea. But from the tone of their voices, it was urgent and harsh at the same time like regret and anger under control. And there were silly words like, “You’re a goddess! This was your fault, how could I know?” And at that time, I shook my head and began to think that it was just all a dream and went back to sleep.

The next day, I talked with Felicity and told her my ‘dream’ that seems quite real last night. She hesitated as if trying to contemplate whether I am lying or trying to trick her into believing it again and make fool of herself like I do to her occasionally like her fifteenth birthday that day. She just fell silent and I assume she knows something I don’t but before I could say more, her father told her to help him with something. That night, she told me that they’re going on a vacation somewhere in New York which was a last-minute goodbye. They went away and I stayed behind completely lost. I had no one else to talk who knows how I operate, not even my father – a renowned magician in a popular circus of which he quit. And that was the time when I told him what I heard the other night. He looked troubled and when I finally knew that he knew something that I didn’t as well. I hate secrets. So he told me a tale, a true romantic tale of how he and my real mother met. And it all started with the circus.

She was amazed by his skills, he says. How almost believable he was to have magical powers through illusions and so, they fell in love. He treated her with flowers, chocolates and a few tricks that impress her. Months later, I was born. Then he told me of how the child was born. It was a ‘he’ as he says it. Then she left without a trace. After searching for her for nearly two years, she felt pitied and came back and that was the time when a ‘she’ was born. She later revealed she was a goddess and told him some things to keep in mind because of his desires. It was hard to convince him for she, herself, can be a pretty good liar. But in the end, she won and has to leave. It took me a while when I knew that what he was talking about was my birth and that I had a brother. He explained to me the monsters and camp but I asked him where my brother is now and how come he didn’t live with us rather than not believing his tale wasn’t true. And he replied with silence.

With the circus and all, I assumed my mother to be Hecate after finding out her name as my father began to read me books of mythology and how creepy it was to find out how all of it slowly comes alive from the pages. I was attacked when I was alone by a harpy in disguise near an abandoned warehouse. I killed it in a silly way – shoving down the spiked bronze bracelet my mother gave to me – as that’s what Dad told me – through its throat when its claws nearly raked gouged my eyes out. It was nasty, I don’t want to elaborate. When I told Dad about this, he told me to pack quickly. Without a question, I did so and we flew towards New York City with anxiety I promised myself not to experience in expectation of more monster attacks. But it was safe.

At the airport, Dad met an old buddy who turned out to be a satyr which nearly made me pass out. He told Dad that he'll have to stay in the satyr's apartment in Brooklyn but before he can go, I asked him that if my mother told him what to do, why didn't he take me to camp after I knew what I am and the deluxe - because he is too selfish to let me go away from him. The satyr tried to convince him but he was already convinced. So the satyr escorted me to camp where a cyclopes awaited me. In the car, he gave a dozen bronze set of my weapon of choice. I know how to deal with one-eyed baby. This time, I'm ready.

But apparently not quite. It dodged my weapons but small as they are, they weren't able to hit the eye until I only had one left. Its colossal wooden club is no match for my small knives. It swung its club which I was too tired to dodge, flung me to the side and I landed on full impact. I couldn't risk more my knife but I had to throw accurately even though my head was throbbing from the impact. My condition made it fail and hit its chest instead. The satyr wasn't quite of use for his legs were stuck by a boulder the cyclopes threw at him. And I thought this was the end and I never had the chance to say goodbye to Dad nor to Felicity. And when everything seems hopeless, the highlights of hope flutters.

I was able to quickly gain control and harness my new found powers which brought the defeat of the monster after retrieving a knife it threw away. Despite the small victory, I couldn't rejoice in thinking that that didn't approve Hecate's worth of claiming me. But when I fainted, that was the time when a swirling holographic cloud swirled above my head as strong arms began to carry me. Nothing turned out the way I expected it to be.

Offensive

 * 1) Children of Apate have the minor ability to create illusions of attacks so realistic that they are most likely to catch an enemy off guard; however, if they miss they are left vulnerable to counter-attack.
 * 2) Children of Apate are able to command a weapon to go against it's master's will. However, they cannot command a weapon bigger than them. Also, the master of the weapon can resist the will of the weapon. Once the effect has wore off, the weapon is immune to further effects of it.

Defensive

 * 1) Children of Apate are able to make the objects in a small area shift appearance or location, confusing those who will see it. While the skill is in effect, it continuously drains the user.
 * 2) Children of Apate are able to trick charging enemies to face the opposite directions and charge at those directions instead. The more enemies and the longer the distance, the more it drains the demigods. After the effects have wore off, enemies will be immune to further effects of it for the battle.

Passive

 * 1) Children of Apate are innately able to see through lies, illusions or any form of deceit, as they are innately so well skilled with deceit themselves.
 * 2) Children of Apate have the innate ability to confuse, mislead or deceive others for a short time, the longer they try and keep up with the lies/deceptions, the more energy it drains

Supplementary

 * 1) Children of Apate are able to make a fake copy of an object not bigger than them, but they must clearly imagine the object in their minds for it to completely imitate the original object. Also, if the original object possess magical properties or whatsoever, the imitation will not copy those properties.
 * 2) Children of Apate can use their powers to lure someone into lying or coming into agreement with them when they truly don't want to without the person influenced even noticing. The bigger the lie, the more power drained. A person with a strong will can fight this, and most will remember being deceived shortly after.
 * 3) Children of Apate are able to mimic sounds or the voice of a person or creature they already heard speaking or making noise. The quality of the mimicry depends on the focus and skill level of the user.

3 Months After Character is Made

 * 1) Children of Apate can create illusions in order to twist other's perception of reality or make everyone around them see something that isn't really there. However, the illusion isn't physical and therefore is only a trick of sight. The bigger the change in perception, the more power drained. They can also delude single individuals in the same fashion.

6 Months After Character is Made

 * 1) Children of Apate are able to make a copy of their body, that they are mentally connected to, but cannot interact with its physical environment. It can be used to spy on others, bring back intel, distract others, carry messages, etc. It drains the user moderately.

9 Months After Character is Made

 * 1) Children of Apate are able to make a copy of their body, that they are mentally connected to. It is essentially a real copy of themselves, with all their powers to a weakened extent and can actually interact with their surroundings, however while the copy is active the user is entirely incapacitated. While the copies are active, the user is drained, so the longer the copy is active the more they are drained. Once the copy is gone, they must wait a substantially long time before making another copy.

Traits

 * 1) Children of Apate tend to be treacherous, fond of treachery or amused by it.
 * 2) Children of Apate are cunning, sly and uneasily fooled.
 * 3) Children of Apate are very good liars and at making alibis.
 * 4) Children of Apate are good at forging signatures and hacking systems.
 * 5) Children of Apate have deceit "intuitions", meaning they may have a hunch if someone will try to deceive them. However, their predictions may not be accurate every time.