Claiming:Camp/Avery Dark

Name: Avery Dark

Gender: Female

God Parent: Nyx, Cybele, Mnemosyne

Mortal Parent: Dad- Jacob Dark

Appearance: I am slightly small for a 15 year old, but quick on my feet. My wavy dark brown hair is often pinned away from my face- it gets in the way. Bright blue eyes, and a smattering of freckles across my nose, which become more apparent during the summer months.

Personality: Observant, quiet. A quick thinker but sometimes I make rash decisions. Undoubtedly loyal and determined, often stubborn. I become guarded around strangers, but will open up around my friends.

History: I grew up with Dad in Northumberland, England. I don't remember much about Mum, except her smile- it matches the one I see in the mirror every day. Dad won't talk about her much, it makes him too sad. For my 11th birthday he made me a beautiful hazel wood bow, and taught me how to shoot it. It was lucky he did- or I would have been defenseless against the monsters I ecountered later on.

Perhaps the the most memorable incident was also the time I killed my first monster...accidently. I was 13, wandering through the woods near my house. The falling leaves were my target practice, until one arrow thudded into the side of an unspecting harpie, who just happened to be stalking me at that point. The harpie hissed, and disintergrated into a pile of ashes. I screamed. Dad came running.

I had no idea what had just happened, but apparently Dad did. Two weeks later, we'd sold the house and moved into a small house near the Ariondack Mountains, New York. I didn't know why and I didn't mind much- I had few friends back in Northumberland.

A few years passed, and monsters wouldn't leave me alone. After a rather nasty hydra, Dad decided enough was enough. He sat me down with a cup of tea, and told me everything. How mum was a goddess, how I was a demi-god, and that I wasn't safe here, anymore. It didn't surprise me much- it was almost as if I'd known, all along, that I wasn't like everyone else. In fact, it came as a relief... Until Dad told me about Camp Half-Blood. I didn't want to leave him, but we both knew I had no choice.

Two days later, we made the journey to Camp Half-Blood. Gods, it was dangerous. But we had help- a pair of hippocampus accompained us for most of the journey across the sea, scaring away any monsters that attempted to cause harm. When we reached long island, Dad led the way. At the gates we said our goodbyes- and he pressed the hilt of a dagger into my palm. My fingers curled around it, the metal still warm from his grip. "It's celestial bronze. " he'd said. "It'll keep you safe."

Weapons: A celestial bronze dagger. A hazelwood bow.